Wolf Rock Shifters Books 1-5: Five BBW Paranormal Romance Standalone Novels (47 page)

A moment later, he was stroking her opening with the tip of his cock, moistening his own flesh, which hardened under his touch as though the contact with hers caused a chemical reaction which spread up his shaft and into his body.

“What you do to me…” he said.

He pushed himself towards her, allowing the head of his cock to part her lips slightly and he moaned at the sight. His hands on her ass, he then thrust forward as Cecile’s head came up. Had she been a wolf, she would have howled, but instead she let out a delighted cry.

In a second his pelvis was against her flesh and she felt all of him deep inside her body. Nash was in heaven for the time being, able to forget all that had occurred and all that might yet come to pass. He was now one with the woman he’d grown to adore; his mate. His Cecile. His tiger. There was no separating them; at best they would only ever part temporarily. He would defend her to the death if anyone threatened their bond.

He pulled out again, almost all the way, watching the juices coat his flesh, his veins glistening with Cecile’s arousal. And then he thrust back in, hard, as she cried out once again in the ecstasy of having her body invaded in such a way.

“You like that, sweet thing?” he asked as he pulled out again slowly. It seemed to take twenty seconds to extract his entire length from her throbbing wetness, and she felt each millisecond of it with pure joy, because she knew that he would be in her again, and again.

“I love it. I never want it to stop,” she said.

“Then it won’t,” said Nash, just before ramming himself into her again.

“Oh, fuck,” she moaned. “You’re so big, Nash, I can hardly…”

She didn’t finish the sentence. His cock deep inside her, Nash put a finger under it and lightly flicked her clit, smiling as he felt her opening tighten around his shaft.

“Yeah,” he said. “That feels good, doesn’t it, my tiger?”

“Mmmmhmm,” was all she was able to manage.

Nash stared at the dip in her spine; the beautiful arched back that made her ass jut out all the more, welcoming him in, as he softly massaged her swollen bud. In gentle motions he eased in and out of her, his focus remaining on her pleasure.

Cecile felt her nipples harden and with one hand she held herself up while the other reached under her full breasts and ran its fingertips over the pink tips while this man, this bastion of male perfection, sank his extraordinary, enormous cock into her. His finger on her clit made her feel as though she had somehow found the greatest masseur on earth. She felt utterly relaxed and aroused at once, her body preparing to tense in orgasmic response.

“I wish,” said Nash, “that my fingers were tongues, and that I could eat you while I fuck you.” With that he played with her as though he were stroking guitar strings, each finger sliding over her with delicacy as her own fingers pinched her nipples in the cold air.

“With other tongues I would lick your nipples at the same time,” he said, easing in and out of her as he stroked her. “I wish my body could change into a creature purely made to pleasure you.”

“You already are that creature, Nash,” she said through strained vocal chords. “You’re going to…oh, God…”

With that, Nash felt her squeeze him tightly as she came, her pussy pulsing around his length. He pulled out nearly all the way and thrust back into her, his hand still caressing her.

“Yeah, baby,” he whispered. “Come for me.”

Her orgasm shot through her in waves, her body contracting repeatedly around him, sending shudders through his own form as his cock felt each pulse. He strained to control his arousal; it felt as though her channel were trying to urge his cock into action; to milk him dry.

He waited for her tremors to subside and then pulled his hand back, laying each palm on a hip.

“I’m going to make myself come inside you, Cecile,” he said. “May I?”

“Yes,” she gasped, short of breath.

“I’m going to fuck you hard, my beautiful tiger. May I?”

“Yes.” Cecile wanted to laugh euphorically. He was asking permission but she knew, as he did, that none was needed. She was his now, in every way.

With that, he began to pound himself into her, over and over again, speeding up the pace as he went. “My cock is going to shoot for you, Cecile. It’s going to shoot its hot juice into you. May I? Please, Cecile. May I?”

“Oh God, yes,” she replied, her body still feeling the aftershocks of her ecstasy.

“Tell me how much you want it,” Nash moaned as he watched himself enter her again and again.

“I want it so bad,” she said. “I want you to come in me. I want you to explode inside me, my perfect lion. I want your cock to feel so good…”

“It does, baby. So good.”

“I want to milk you with my slit.”

“Oh, fuck…”

With those words, Nash thrust into her with a finality that she knew meant that he’d lost his ability to control himself. Cecile felt a rush of heat at her core as he came for her.

They were truly one now.

It was many seconds before Cecile felt the palpitations cease, and felt his body relax finally after an orgasm of such intensity that she’d wondered if some earthquakes were less tumultuous. She loved that he was truly inside her now; that their bodies mingled deep within her.

Nash wrapped long arms around her, his hands covering her breasts and holding her tightly. Never had Cecile felt so enveloped; so protected as in that moment. Protected and yet vulnerable, as she was now fully his.

They lay down finally, Nash still inside her, and he spooned her, his body heating her own. It was only after a long while that Cecile finally felt his cock ease out of her; a feeling which made her want to weep.

“No,” she whispered.

“It will be back,” he said. “Always. Again and again forever.”

“Good. Good.”

“
W
e’d better get dressed
,” Cecile said first, after the two had lain, holding one another, for what felt like an hour. “They’ll kill us both if they find us like this.”

“Those assholes couldn’t hurt either of us,” Nash said, his thoughts returning him from the bliss of her naked form to an ugly reality. “But you’re right; we should at least let them think they have the power. I’m not exactly supposed to be fucking the prisoner.”

“You’re the nicest guard I’ve ever met.” With that, Cecile kissed him gently on the lips.

“And you have the most beautiful body of any inmate I’ve ever seen.”

“Thank you.”

Nash hated to watch her cover herself up again; those perfect ivory curves begged for kisses and gentle bites, but he knew now that he would see it all again. That every chance he got he would kiss his way up each leg, his lips landing on her smooth flesh, making their way to the heaven that waited between her thighs.

I
t wasn’t
until an hour later that they finally heard the hum of the SUV’s engine as it drove up the dirt road. Nash and Cecile positioned themselves opposite one another; she on the cot, he across the room as though guarding her. He wondered if the others would smell sex in the air as he still did, the aroma tormenting him in the sweetest way.

“Change of plan,” said Fargo as he came in, followed by his thug guardian.

“What’s going on?” asked Nash.

“Conrad Malcolm is back in town. Seems he got wind of his daughter’s disappearance more quickly than expected. And who’d have thought it? He actually gives a shit.” With that, he glared in Cecile’s direction. She glared right back, light eyes narrowing as she pondered eviscerating him.

“So what are we going to do about it?” asked Nash.

“Well, it seems that he wants to meet directly with the boss. Which works out quite nicely, since the boss is pretty keen on meeting up with him.” Fargo milled around the room as he spoke, appearing to inspect it. “We’ll bring him here. This is the safest spot for it.”

“And what’s the purpose of this meeting?” asked Cecile, who felt a wash of something like fear. It seemed that her father was walking into a trap of his own making, which seemed entirely unlike him.

The weasel shifter lunged at her quickly, causing her to recoil for a moment and then to growl, her teeth emerging for the first time. Nash saw the canines glisten white and felt a surge of pride in his mate, his lover, his partner. He wanted to see her in all her feline glory, giving this man exactly what he deserved. “Just a little bit longer, Cecile,” he thought, willing her to understand without spoken words.

Fargo leapt backwards as a domestic cat might when it’s been startled, and Nash could see that he hadn’t expected to encounter physical evidence of Cecile’s tiger. Yeah, just fuck with her and see where that gets you, he thought.

“It’s none of your damn business,” Fargo said to Cecile when he’d had a moment to slow his heart rate. “But your father has agreed to pay a ransom.”

Cecile raised an eyebrow, giving away her surprise at this information.

“I can see that you didn’t expect this. I guess your dad’s as big a prick as he seems, isn’t he?”

She didn’t reply.

“So when’s this all going down?” asked Nash, wondering if he could somehow warn Zoe and the others that the boss would finally be in town.

“Tomorrow. I need you to stay here and guard this one,” said Fargo. “And give me your cell phone. You won’t need it.”

Nash reluctantly handed the device over, knowing now that there was no way to contact Zoe or the others.

Fargo continued, “Malcolm will arrive in the morning. We’ll deal with him then.”

“What do you mean by that?” asked Nash.

“What the fuck do you think I mean? I mean we’ll deal with him.”

Cecile’s hands gripped the thin cot, nails extending into long claws which punctured the canvas. If they intended to kill her father…

Nash looked at her, a reassuring expression passing quickly over his face as though to say, “I will protect him and you. Don’t even worry for a second.” She understood. In fact, she knew well that she could protect herself, but somehow her father was no longer the man he’d once been and she wasn’t entirely sure that he could survive an attack by a shifter, let alone more than one. Nash would have to fight them alone, or else she would have to join in on the fray.

“I’m going to meet with the boss tonight,” continued Fargo, oblivious to the silent communication that was going on under his nose.

“This is the first time, isn’t it?” asked Nash. “You haven’t met him before.”

“Yes, asshole, it’s the first time. I’m assuming it means he’s promoting me. So don’t pull anything stupid. Piss me off and you’re toast.”

“God forbid I should rile a ferret,” said Nash, disdain coating his deep voice.

“Weasel,” said Fargo, as though that somehow improved his lot.

F
argo left
after giving Nash a bag of groceries for the night’s dinner, and the steel cuffs that he was to put on Cecile’s wrists again before her father was to arrive. It seemed that they didn’t trust her not to shift.

“I won’t do anything to endanger my father,” she’d told the weasel.

“And I don’t believe you. So you get to wear the cuffs of shame,” he’d said.

In that moment Cecile transformed.

It was the first time that Nash had seen her tiger. She was enormous, though not as tall as his lion. Her fur was pure white with grey stripes, and her eyes remained the pale colour that they were in human form.

Fargo froze as the tiger approached him, thrusting her muzzle at his face. He stared at her as though he’d never seen anything of her ilk, and she opened her mighty jaw enough that his entire head would have fit into her mouth.

An inch in front of his nose, she snapped her mouth shut, the sound making Fargo jump.

As she turned and walked away, the weasel man said, “Nash, keep this chick under control or I’ll find a gun and shoot you both.”

“No problem, boss,” said Nash. “I live to keep her under control.”

With that, Fargo turned and left. Nash wondered if he’d pissed himself. He hoped so.

T
he night
ahead would be too long and yet too short, Nash knew. He had the woman of his dreams on hand and was in fact imprisoned with her. He could make love to her all night long, and he would if she wanted him. But he knew that she was frightened, too.

“Cecile,” he said as she paced around the room, still in her cat form. She turned her head and looked at him, finally approaching. He put his hand on her back, his fingers entwining her coarse fur, reaching for her skin. “You’re beautiful,” he said. “Almost as beautiful as you are in human form.”

She transformed then and his fingers found themselves among the long strands of black hair that cascaded down her back. Her naked form stood before him: round, ivory breasts accented with rose-pink buds which grew hard in the cold air.

Between her legs, a strip of groomed black hair leading Nash’s eyes to the delicate pink that just poked out from between her lips.

“My God,” he said, his eyes caressing her. “I still don’t know where to start with you. I want my mouth on every part of you at once.”

“So start with my lips,” said Cecile.

Nash kissed her tenderly, his hands slipping around behind her and settling on her lower back, pulling her in towards him so that he knew she could feel his hardening length press against her.

The tiger shifter knelt in front of Nash and slowly, gently opened his jeans and pulled the elastic waist of his boxers down, revealing first the round, engorged head of his cock then his impressive shaft. She looked up at him and her expression reminded him of a child who’s just discovered the first snow of the winter.

“You look pleased,” he said. His mind was reeling at her aggressive behaviour; her ability to take control at all times. From the first day he had seen a confidence in her that he’d never known in a woman, and though he knew that she had uncertainties in her own life, he worshiped her for her knowledge of herself; of what she wanted.

“I am pleased,” she replied before landing a soft kiss on the sensitive tip. “I am.”

More kisses, and occasionally her tongue licking at him, gathering the drops of clear liquid that signalled his desire. Nash stood, holding his shirt up, watching her stroke him with both hands. He could feel his balls tighten under her gaze and knew that this woman could make him explode in seconds if he allowed her.

“This isn’t right,” he said.

“I strongly disagree,” she replied, her tongue landing on him now in long strokes. “This is the most right of anything I’ve ever seen or done.”

“I need to get at you.”

Nash stared down at her naked body, her white breasts jutting out, soft orbs with delicate pink buds. He reached a hand down and delicately squeezed the left one, his fingers making their way to the nipple, which he pinched and pulled, lengthening it as Cecile moaned.

Her mouth was wrapped around him now and he felt her suck, her full lips enveloping him utterly. Nash reached down and offered the same treatment to her right breast, knowing that he was probably making her pussy very wet. He could tell from the reaction of her tight nipples that they were sensitive, and from her voice that he was on the right track.

“I feel like you were designed to be fucked,” he said. “Your body was made for sex.”

Her light eyes made their way up to his face. “This,” she said, grasping his cock, “was made for sex. It was created to be inside me. Remind me to write a thank you note to whomever was responsible.”

“My parents will be delighted to receive your thank-you card.”

Cecile laughed as Nash slid his hands over her arms.

“Come here,” he said. “Stand up for me.”

She obeyed, reluctant to leave her new toy behind. And as she stood, Nash allowed his hand to trail down her soft belly. She pulled it inwards, and he said, “Don’t. Never. Your curves are perfect.”

Now it was his turn to kneel, and he did so, his hard cock sticking out directly in front of him as he landed kisses on her white flesh. He began with her belly, kissing his way to her right side and then back to her left, and gently nuzzled her breasts with his nose. She gasped, and took her right breast in her hand, offering it silently to him.

Nash understood immediately and straightened his body, taking her firm nipple between his lips. With his right hand he moved down her torso and flicked it gently over her soft pink lips as his left slid over her left nipple, hardening it to match the right.

“God, the way you make me feel…” she said.

Nash let out a groan as his cock seemed to grow ever harder. The word “horny” didn’t even begin to cover this. This was beyond sexual desire; beyond carnal pleasure. This was a craving for another being. A need to engulf, to consume, to be one again.

“You are mine,” she continued, her voice strained as he ran his tongue over one nipple then the other, “I feel like we were meant to be together, Nash. I know it now, even.”

“Yes,” he said, coming away for a moment. “We were. I’ve known since early on. And I’ve fought it, Cecile. Because of your father and your life.” He stood and took her in his arms. “But I can’t and won’t fight it anymore. Everything I’ve done is to get closer to you. To prove myself. To win you.”

“I know.”

Cecile found herself pulling at the buttons on his shirt, virtually tearing it from his body as she revealed his muscular form to her own eyes. Each time she beheld him was just as wondrous as it had been in the valley the first day they’d met.

“There,” he said, “Now we’re even. Both naked. But I need to do something.”

He guided her by the hand to the cot and sat her down, then knelt once more before her. He thrust a hand between her knees and spread her thighs apart. Cecile cried out in pleasure and in pain. Nash, it seemed, nearly had her doing the splits.

“You are so gorgeous,” he said, his eyes fixed on the glistening pink between her legs.

Cecile put her hands behind her for support as Nash dove in, his mouth first kissing the white of her upper thighs and then teasing her, briefly landing on her clitoris before moving off. Each time he did this she let out a soft cry. It was as though he’d found new nerve endings that no one else had ever revealed to her.

She watched as his tongue settled in, extending from his mouth and stroking her slit, then flicking from side to side over her delicate clit. Looking down, she saw her full breasts and rock-hard nipples frame the image of the perfect man eating her out. She was trapped in this cabin, and yet this cabin was heaven.

At first Nash stroked lightly, reminding Cecile what it felt like to be treated with gentleness, and then his motions became more urgent. With his right hand he found her opening, sliding a finger in before pulling it out again. Cecile felt him suck on her firm pink bud and she let out moan after moan as she watched, wishing that the man could be inside her and eat her at once.

Then his finger began to explore its territory, locating the delicate opening below her slit and easing its way in. No one had ever done this and the act struck Cecile as so intimate as to be almost unbearable.

“Oh my God,” she moaned as she felt him inside her. “That’s so good.”

Nash let out a soft groan of his own as he let two more fingers slide into her pussy. Cecile wanted to cry out as he penetrated her in two places at once, his tongue easing its way around her swollen flesh. She didn’t know what felt better: the tongue, the fingers or the combination.

“I feel so selfish,” she said, her chest heaving. “I never want you to stop.”

“I…never…want…to…stop,” he replied between sucks. He pulled away for a moment. “You’re my breakfast, lunch, dinner and midnight snack. I would eat you for years, you delicious, sexy thing.”

With that, he proceeded, a gentleness to him that was astonishing. The very tip of his tongue landed on her clitoris, stroking it as though it were a cloud that would dissipate if he touched it too hard. His fingers remained inside, occasionally reminding her of their presence with a gentle thrust, but it was his mouth that worked its magic on her now. At times his lips would come to meet his tongue and he would squeeze her softly, his tongue issuing a flick that made her body leap with pleasure.

Cecile sat, her head back, eyes closed, sometimes opening them to look down. Her nipples were pink stones framing the perfection between her legs. She could see Nash’s muscles, tight as he worked her. And yet he looked relaxed, and this relaxed her in turn.

With her right foot she explored the area around his legs, searching for his body. And finally, she found it: his long, thick cock, lying in wait, hard and eager. Her toes stroked it gently and she heard him groan as he ate her. And as she felt its size her pussy tightened and ached in anticipation of what was surely to come.

Nash began to rhythmically thrust his fingers into her, with a slowness which matched his spiraling tongue. As he did so, Cecile sat upright, her fingers going to her sensitive nipples and flicking over their tips in recollection of the feeling of his mouth on them. If only he had four or five mouths, like he’d talked about, she thought. And yet this man didn’t need them. His one was perfection.

She could feel herself grow wetter as he went at her, the sensation of his mouth making her ever more eager for him to find his way inside her and to entwine himself with her at last.

It was this thought that finally sent her over the edge, her body convulsing in waves of pleasure as his fingers pushed deeper inside her, feeling her contractions as she let out a series of quiet murmurs. “I’m coming, sweetheart,” she whispered as he ate, his greedy mouth drinking her in as she convulsed under his touch. “I’m coming.”

Finally when her tremors had almost ceased, Nash pulled his fingers out and landed one final, delicate kiss on her clitoris.

“Are you happy, sweetheart?” he asked, his gorgeous face looking up into hers.

Cecile couldn’t help but laugh. “How could I not be? You just sent me to Heaven and back, Nash.”

He rose slowly and said, “Good. I like being there with you.”

As he stood before her his perfect cock showed her that it too was okay with this.

He laid her down on the cot, kissing her mouth as he did so, her knees bent and her body inviting him in as she parted her thighs.

“Oh wow, you beautiful thing,” he said, his hand sliding up the inside of her left thigh. “You’re perfect.”

Cecile chose to believe him for a moment. She was perfect and the perfect man was on top of her. She felt sorry for the rest of the world.

It was only a moment before she felt his cockhead tease her opening, and he looked down at her face as though to ask silently for permission to enter.

“Please, Nash. Please,” she whispered.

He pushed into her with a deep thrust, and she cried out. Had there been anyone nearby in the woods they would surely have heard it. But each of them felt like there was no one else on earth in that moment; only the two of them.

Nash was long, yes, but it was his thickness that made Cecile squirm with pleasure. He filled her up so well, her lips enveloping him so that she could feel each throbbing vein, each slight variation in surface. As he began to move in and out of her, his arms holding him above her, she closed her eyes and allowed her lover to watch her face contort in pleasure and the odd moment of delicious pain when he thrust especially hard.

He pulled out almost completely, allowing himself a series of short thrusts that seemed designed to once again tease her delicate opening, and then he pushed his pelvis forwards, his entire length penetrating her. Each time this occurred, Cecile cried out, wanting more and more and more.

Nash leaned down and kissed her mouth, their tongues entwining as his thrusts became more rhythmic, more consistently deep. Cecile felt him twitch within her, as though his blood was somehow still finding a way to his cock, hardening him still more.

“That’s for you,” he said softly. “My cock is for you. I am for you.”

She looked into his eyes now.

“And I am for you.”

This seemed to push Nash over the edge and he began to move faster and faster into her, his body slamming against her thighs. Cecile continued to stare into his eyes, determined not to look away until he exploded as she had in waves of perfect pleasure. She wanted to see what he looked like in that moment when his body took over; the Nash who was usually so calm, so seemingly controlled.

“Baby, I’m getting close,” he said. “I’m going to come inside you again.”

“God, yes. Come in me. Come for me, my perfect lion.”

With that his eyes shut tight and he slammed into her a final time, the pulsing between Cecile’s legs increasing as his cock shot its searing heat inside her. Nash’s mouth was sealed tight, and yet it took only a moment for his lips to part and emit a sigh of utter ecstasy as his eyes opened again.

He looked at her face with a sweetness that Cecile imagined only angels possessed.

Still inside her, he leaned down and kissed her lips gently.

“I adore you,” he said. “My white tiger.”

“I know.”

Nash laughed. “Is it that obvious?”

“Well, let’s see,” Cecile said, laughing in turn as she looked at his bronze body on top of her ivory one. “Yes. It’s that obvious.”

She kissed him now. “And for the record, I adore you too. Even though you kidnapped me and you hang out with the scum of the earth.”

“Everything…everything I do is to make the world a better place for you.”

“I know.”

With that, Cecile put her arms around him and pulled his body down, his arms finally giving way. She held him against her, never wanting to let go. Never wanting the peace of this moment to end.

I
n the morning
the two separated their bodies, shifted and dressed in preparation for what was to come. Cecile wrapped the overcoat that Nash had brought with from her father’s house around her, covering herself as much as she could; her other clothing was too torn up to wear again.

Nash dutifully attached the metal cuffs around her wrists as he’d been asked to do. It was no accident that he “forgot” to click the clasps in place, but he managed to make them look secure nonetheless.