Dirty Wrong: BBW & Older Alpha (Off-Limits Love Book 1)

by Q. Zayne

  Contents

  Teasers

  Title

  Dedication

  Copyright

  Bear Consumed

  The Exam

  Tiger Tiger

  Special Treatment

  Interrupted

  Strange Realm

  Violated Temple

  The Trouble With Time

  Battle

  Innocent Captive

  Danger Signs

  The Relic

  Forbidden Rite

  Swallowed

  Excerpt: Losing It in Africa

  Excerpt: Werewolf’s First Love

  More Hughes Empire Edgy Books

  About the Author

  Bear Consumed Author’s Note

  Book Description

  Teasers

  Bear Consumed

  The man in me slid into the dark, giving way to the beast even though I resisted the urge to shift into bear. I had to give her what she needed. Not the gentleness I’d intended. No, I’d maul her, claim her like the brutal animal I was inside.

  Innocent Captive

  He looked beatific, like one of those rich paintings of a tortured saint filled with light so you know he’s transported with ecstasy. Images of Saint Sebastian often made me tingle. I blinked at the radiant former priest. I’d never seen a man look so beautiful.

  He reached into his satchel and brought out a long stone with rounded ends. It resembled a corn grinding stone, but not as big and thick. It reminded me of things I saw when Lena took me to an adult bookstore to check out the dildos. It wasn’t quite that blatant, but it was phallic.

  Retreating to safer ground as an archaeologist’s daughter, I leaned closer. Carvings decorated the shaft: Maya glyphs and a serpent. The snake’s jaws formed its head, complete with teeth.

  The priest held the obscene object as though it were a sacred relic.

  “Put out your hands. Hold it.”

  DIRTY WRONG

  BBW & Older Alpha

  Off-limits First Love

  2 High-Heat Novellas:

  Bear Consumed

  Innocent Captive

  by Q. Zayne

  Dedication

  for T. for helping me live with demons

  for D. for getting me started on this path and sticking with me

  & for you,

  with a special thank you from my heart for my readers who review my books.

  Copyright

  Note: Bear Consumed and Innocent Captive were published as singles and in collections.

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  Copyright ©2016 Hughes Empire. All Rights Reserved.

  No part of this publication may be copied, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means without the express written permission of the author except for brief excerpts in a review. Cover photo ©Deposit Photos and photographers, all rights reserved. The use of these photos doesn’t suggest endorsement by the photographers nor the models, nor does it imply anything about the models.

  Electronic book publication: November 2016

  This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual businesses, entities, creatures or persons living or dead is purely coincidental. All people and incidents are products of the author’s imagination. This work is for mature readers 18+.

  Bear Consumed

  Romantic Dark Fantasy

  by Q. Zayne

  The Exam

  Author’s note: This is not a werebear romance, though it does include a love story. This is intense dark fantasy. It’s for mature readers due to strong sexual content, language and brief violence. Trigger warnings for abrupt, rough shifter mating, sadism, and mentions of captivity and abuse. Things are going to get nasty in here. Do not proceed unless you’re sure you want to slide into the dark. Q

  My world shifted before she arrived. I think I felt her before I had any idea what was going to happen.

  I fidgeted at my desk, finishing my notes on my last patient. As soon as I finished, I’d drive to the house on highway 1 to enjoy the road’s curves and the view over the cliffs. I’d find something in the fridge for dinner, go out on the deck, and watch the sun set over the Pacific. This time of year I could smell the forest’s damp mulch along with the sea. It gave me a longing for something I remembered but couldn’t visualize. I could sit for a long time in that familiar place, tasting it with my mind, rocking in a sweet ache like homesickness. Sometimes I saw my mother’s face or a glimpse of my father’s back as he headed out the door. Fragments of my lost past. Memories were almost company. Another quiet night alone like all the other nights.

  Blake tapped on my door and opened it before I responded. I closed out my charts on the computer.

  “What is it?” We were friends, so I didn’t mind. He knew I wasn’t with a patient.

  “I took a call up front.” He bounded into the room. He had an intense physicality that kept him looking young despite silver streaks in his hair that vied with mine for the stereotype of distinguished doctor. He looked feverish, his eyes bright and his cheeks flushed.

  “You have a new patient. I booked her for you because Jan had to leave early. The woman has an accent I can’t place. She insisted she had to see you today. She has the most persuasive voice I’ve ever heard. I think she mesmerized me over the phone to make me give her an appointment with you. I wish she wanted to see me. Something about her got to me.” He shrugged. “Well, my parents were immigrants. I suppose I feel for a young woman far from home.” I don’t think he believed that explanation any more than I did.

  “Young?”

  “Yes, she sounded young, self-assured, though. Willful. And I’d lay a bet she’s beautiful.”

  “You got all this over the phone?”

  “I can’t explain it. It’s like she’s still in my mind.” He had the same expression that came over him when stumped by a medical anomaly. We’d been colleagues for years. It surprised me to see him off-kilter over a woman, hell, a mere phone call from a woman he hadn’t met.

  “What does she need?”

  “Well,” he blushed. “She said she requires a thorough exam.” He cleared his throat and loosened his tie. “It sounded, hell, it sounded dirty the way she said it. I must be working too hard!”

  I chuckled, but a discomfort spread from the pit of my stomach. Every doctor, or at least every doctor with an appearance that appeals to some women, and some men for that matter, has encountered people who see us as romantic, even erotic. Those are just feelings, and there’s nothing wrong with that reaction, but it can be as dangerous as students who get crushes on their professors. If anyone crosses a line, your entire career, your reputation, your life it—. It didn’t bear thinking about.

  “We’re both working too hard. We should make time for a long lunch and a hike on the coast next week.”

  “Good idea.” He smiled.

  “I’ll look forward to it. Now get out of here. You should get to the gym, keep up your youthful appearance.”

  “Will do, Doc.” He handed me the tablet we keep at the front desk.

  I was relieved to hear each door close behind him. I enjoyed his company. He was one of the few people I felt close to. But just then, I wanted to be alone.

  I turned on the tablet and opened the appointment for my new patient. Lida and a last name I couldn’t pronounce. Nothing familiar. I wondered where she came from. What brought her here? Why was she determined to have an appointment with me? For a thorough exam. I’d known Blake for many years. This was the first time I’d seen the man blush.

  I couldn’t he
lp looking forward to meeting Lida. I scanned the parking lot for my first glimpse of the young stranger who struck my friend as beautiful over the phone.

  A large shadow moved through the trees beyond my sports car.

  A chill went up my spine that made me shake my big shoulders like an animal in a zoo sensing the stare of humans.

  She entered my exam room and the air changed, became charged as the atmosphere before a storm, heavy, still, ready to surge and break.

  I sensed the rare privacy we shared in my building. Jan, my receptionist left early, and with Blake gone, too, it was a rare time when my entire medical suite was quiet.

  I turned to face her and stood still, stricken. Blake would have won his bet. My breath stopped. My heart might have, too. I stared, taking in the dark and gold stripes in her tawny hair, her golden amber eyes, her curvaceous body displayed in a low-cut bronze dress that clung to her gorgeous ample shape in a way that had me breathing fast. Her high forehead, the broad planes of her face, wide, distinctive nose and full lips gave here the sultry look of a model. She could be the leader of the new breed of plus-size supermodels. Any camera would love her face, her exquisite, so squeezable body. She struck me as powerful and close to destroyed. She captivated me.

  “You’re different than I expected, Doctor.” Her voice was low and lovely.

  “I hope that’s okay.” My smile came out crooked. Blake was right. She got into my mind.

  I’d had a lot of beautiful women in my office, but there was something unsettling about her. It was as though she were so damaged that something deep inside her called to me to hurt her some more. Even as the thought went through my mind I wanted to deny it. I didn’t want to be the man who wanted to take a vulnerable girl and make her scream. But I watched the rise and fall of her breasts and took in the fabric of her dress stretched over her full hips and riding up her lush thighs. I imagined the heat between her legs pulsating at me. She came here on purpose. Her feet planted in sexy sandals in my carpet looked as determined as her face. She wasn’t going to leave without whatever it was she came her for, something she wanted from me.

  “Yes, it’s okay. I’m glad to meet you at last. I need you.”

  I hoped she meant what my fevered mind hoped she meant, because my body was already there, ready to give her the most thorough exam of her life. I raised my eyes to meet the gaze of the saddest orphan-victim look I’d seen outside of charity appeals for famished children. The beast in me awakened. I had to possess her.

  “Good. That’s good, Lida.”

  It was wrong, it was bad, it was horrible, but I didn’t care. In that moment, I crossed the line. I took her arm and ran my fingertips across the tops of her breasts. She jolted like a virgin.

  She whispered ‘Yes.’ I’m sure of that. Otherwise, what followed.… I couldn’t stop. I guided her into my inner office and pushed her onto the couch.

  Without thought, I mounted her. All instinct, no doctor left in me. Her scent, her inviting body, the low growl in her throat inflamed me. She felt familiar, fated, in a way no woman ever had before. Her eyes glowed amber, half-closed. She threw her head back, baring her throat. She writhed against me and clawed her way into a kneeling position beneath me, arching like a cat in heat, offering herself. I ripped her pantyhose open at the crotch, freed myself and plunged inside. She clawed the couch, panting.

  “You’re mine, mine, mine.” I had to take her. I’d make her know what she was, make her surrender.

  “Yes, yes, Doctor, yes.”

  I should stop. I was xx xxx. I did not have sex with my patients. No way, I couldn’t stop.

  She opened her shaking legs wide. She held onto the couch, gouging the leather, whimpering. I hurt her, I know I did, and her cries made me hurt her more, use her harder, take full possession of her. It was who I was, what I was made to do. I released the beast I’d kept down for years, because of her.

  “Lida.” Her name was a curse, her name was love. She clung to me, made me plunder her. So, so tight. She may have been a virgin, some part of me sensed I was her first man and reveled in it.

  “I’ve needed you so much. I didn’t know if I would find you.” Her voice came between panting breaths.

  I had so many questions for her, but all I could do was touch her, take her.

  The feeling of her pushing back against me, the silk of her body, the clinging tightness on me, I lost myself in her. Some part of me fought the enchantment, the pure passion of our mating.

  In my bear form I never asked questions when I rutted. Here, living among humans for so long, I’d forgotten the call of pure instinct. I’d matured, and on the rare occasions when I shifted, I had silver in my fur. The urge to mate came less and less and had nearly fallen away.

  She arched and shuddered against me and I caressed her flanks, her full breasts. I kissed her neck, burying my face in her amazing, familiar scent. I’d missed her all my life and felt I’d come home to her. Who was this stranger cracking open my world?

  I didn’t get close to people; I had too many secrets. I wouldn’t ask a woman to bear the burdens of my life, the terrible knowledge of what I am, a thing I didn’t understand fully myself.

  Now this innocent, this strangely knowing, vulnerable, damaged, sweet, tight victim came into my lair and I took her like I’d take an animal for food after a long winter’s hibernation.

  She opened for me, tight and hurt as she was, she spread herself and shook as I tore into her, as I ravaged her hurt core and hurt her more, making her feel every harm that had ever come to her. I took her into the dark and drank her pain. I held her secure through it, making her safe even in the ragged places. I reveled in claiming her.

  She rocked under me, pressing back to meet me, arching those sweet breasts with her tight nipples grazing my palms.

  I flipped her over, treasuring her wide-open eyes and mouth. I pushed my cock back where it belonged. Her cry filled my office.

  I needed no heirs, I didn’t need to sire any young on her, though I took no precautions to avoid doing so. I had to take her because she roused the bear in me as no one had in years. What did it matter that I was no doubt older than her father? She stared up at me with those lambent, wounded eyes and the delicious vulnerability of her went right to my cock.

  I strove harder over her, forcing my erection so deep it tented her belly, making her look knocked up as I pounded her so brutally she shook like a rag doll, arms, legs and head flopping out of control. I rutted with the full blood-lust instinct of my kind. I bit her throat, shaking her, making her bleed in both places as I tore into her with my full bear nature.

  I pounded her with a fury. Fuck her for coming to me with all her innocence and need, coming to me as a patient when she should have met me in the forest as what she was, a fucking sacrifice to the beast in me. She was mine, she couldn’t get away. I’d keep her captive with my cock and tame her, go wild, tearing into her the way she needed, the way I had to, with all the power in me for taking the human bitch, my meat.

  I growled, flooding her, filling her small core with my seed. She shook out of control, climaxing as I emptied my entire load.

  “Delicious, delicious bitch.”

  She sobbed under me, her body bearing the marks of my hands. My spent cock stirred, wanting to ravage her again. More than a decade ago, I would have done it again after a breather. Now, as much as I wanted to, I had to leave multiple matings in one day to the younger werebears.

  Her breathing hitched as she clung to me.

  I’d done what needed to be done. I’d broken her, claimed her. There was no turning back. Lida. I knew her name only from her chart.

  I swallowed, the man in me shamed, but the bear looked out of my eyes, enjoying the sight of the destruction I’d wrought. She huddled under me, mastered. I’d covered her with my scent, filled her with my cock and seed. From now on, she’d deny me nothing.

  We were in the woods and we raced. At first it seemed strange there was no distrust between us.
But the place lay suspended outside normal things, like a human dream. The woods smelled of fallen leaves, apples, wood smoke and the burrows of rabbits. And her, the scent of a female in heat.

  It shouldn’t have affected me. She wasn’t a bear.

  But in this place, that didn’t matter. She smelled feline, musky and sweet. She roused my instinct to rut, although that shouldn’t be. So much in that place was outside my ken. I shook my head and raced on.

  I caught tantalizing glimpses of her, her lithe young form casting moon shadow over the crunchy leaves. My paws slid on the wet ones, made crackling noises on the dry ones in the open places outside the drip lines of trees. In that, the woods was like a natural place, if in no other.

  The mist coiling around the trees seemed as vibrant as snakes, and I thought I saw eyes in it, of beings I’d never encountered before, wraiths with no scent at all and a red glow. The nearest I could think of them was as a group of albino hares, but they weren’t that. They had no heartbeats, no blood flowing through them. They weren’t meat.

  The sky had a lilac cast to it, like a giant bruise.

  Lida loped ahead and I sped after, no longer racing but chasing her. I wanted to catch her and have my way.

  I was afraid I might hurt her too much, she incited a frenzy in me that was between the urge to mate and the urge to eat.

  I could tear out her throat in one bite or slash her so hard and deep she’d bleed to death.

  Even in bear form, I didn’t want that to happen.

  I slowed. My instinct to catch her and my urge to protect her at war.

  I knew what to do, the sacrifice I must make in those woods. Against all instincts, I had to transform to a much more vulnerable human form in that unknown place. I had to risk my life to save her from myself.

  I willed it, rooting my paws, holding still and growling as the ache went through me, the shaking pain that took me every time, worse now that I was a mature age. What was a game as a pup and a rush as a youth was excruciating as a silverback. She ran on, innocent of the sacrifice that she demanded of me, and that I gave, to keep her life blood from soaking into the fall leaves.