Curves For Him: 10 Delicious Tales

by Aubrey Rose

  “Do you want me to clean this up for you?”

  She shook her head. “Nope. I’m good.” A perfectly arched, dark brow lifted and she pointed a finger at him. “And don’t think I don’t hear you cleaning up all the time.”

  He lifted his hands in surrender. “I have to prove I’m good to keep around.”

  Every day that went by, he learned something new about her. Not just the big things, like the fact she hated doing dishes to the point she’d order out just to not dirty plates or pots.

  “What are you smiling at?” She asked suspiciously. “If you say my love for some of the stupid shows on TV I may hurt you.”

  That was another thing, she was a fan of paranormal shows along with shows that made fun of the silly things humans did when bored.

  “No, though I have to admit some of those were pretty funny.”

  She grinned. “See, I told you they would be. So what were you smiling at?”

  “Laundry,” he said and heard her groan.

  “Why would that make you smile?”

  “I just can’t believe someone as beautiful, intelligent, and fantastic as you would prefer to buy new clothes than to do laundry.” He chuckled. That had been a definite eye-opener. His mate was far from perfect, and yet she still felt absolutely perfect for him.

  He’d found out more important things about her than those silly superficial flaws. She was caring enough to donate to an animal shelter. Not only did she give up her money, but one weekend every month, she donated her time too.

  “Hey, I had to have a flaw somewhere. Nobody’s perfect. I’m as close as you get, fur ball. Besides, I’m not the one who has his own business but lives at home with mom just because he loves how she cooks.”

  “I’ve been cooking for you!” He tried to sound indignant, but failed miserably by laughing. “And, you’ve had my mother’s food.”

  She sighed. “Yeah, you’re right. You did the right thing. I’d still be living at home if my mom cooked like that.”

  He’d never tire of her wit.

  “You know, I cook just as good as my mom.” He waggled his brows and leaned toward her on the bed.

  The days they’d spent together had given their relationship the ability to grow without the added stress of dating. She was human after all, and he could not just mate her and move in like most shifters did. Jordan needed to see the proof of how well things progressed naturally with them.

  “Oh.” She put the notepad she’d been writing on to the side and lifted one hand to summon him closer with the crook of a finger.

  He moved beside her, until they were only inches apart.

  “That’s right. I’m a god in the kitchen.” Arousal flared in her eyes. “I’m a god in bed too.”

  She smiled. “I’m going to need proof of that. Think you can prove it?”

  His cock went stiff at her throaty request.

  “For you? Anything.”

  “That’s what I like to hear, my sexy wolf.”

  He lifted a hand to cup her jaw, slipped his hand into her loose hair, and pulled her forward to mash their lips together.

  She licked the seam of his mouth, sucked on his bottom lip, and drove her tongue in. Before long, they were fully involved in removing clothing. He laid her back with care, knowing she still had cuts that hadn’t healed.

  His erection throbbed at the mewling sounds she made. He sucked her breasts, licking and nipping her nipples before sliding his way between her thighs.

  The scent of her honey called to him. She was slick and hot and so wet his mouth watered. One swipe of his tongue on her clit and she was shaking. A dip of his digit into her sex and she was moaning. Fucking her with his fingers and sucking her swollen nubbin with his mouth brought the ultimate response. She gasped, gripped his hair in her hands and rocked her pussy over his mouth.

  “Oh God! Oh yes!”

  He added a second digit into the mix while licking circles around her pleasure center.

  “Dear God, that feels amazing.”

  He growled into her sex. She spasmed and dug her nails into his scalp. Her muscles tensed under his touch. He rubbed his pinky on her dripping channel, and then slid it into her ass.

  “Oh...my...God...”

  He drove his digits in and out of her pussy and ass in tandem with the flicking of his tongue over her clit.

  Took her about thirty seconds to scream and for her pussy to grip and suck his fingers with her orgasm. He continued to draw out her pleasure by slowly rubbing his digits in her channel in the shape of a hook.

  One full body shudder and she was still gasping for air. Her knees shook. She tugged him up to her body, curling a leg around his ass.

  “So, my sexy, inked wildman.” She licked his jaw and he slipped his cock into her wet heat. “I’d tell you to fuck me already, but...” She flipped on the bed. He was on his back and she straddled his thighs. “I think I’ll fuck you instead.”

  This was another reason he couldn’t stand the thought of being away from her. She was sexy as hell in bed. “Works for me.”

  She caressed down his chest, flicking her nails on his nipples. “You have such a sexy body.”

  Passion and something else filled her gaze, something that made his stomach clench.

  “Nothing compares to yours,” he whispered. Love filled his heart with tender thoughts of making her happy. Not just love, but a deep sense of commitment to ensure Jordan’s protection. His breaths pounded hard in his ears. He’d do whatever was necessary to keep his mate safe.

  She smiled the sexy little grin that made him feel like a teenager in lust. “I think I’ll just lick my way down your body.”

  “You better not. I don’t think I can control myself that long.” He said the words roughly. His animal was pushing at the skin. He wanted inside her. Now.

  Her soft laughter made the beast inside him calm down. His mate was happy.

  “Alright. You’ve been a good nurse, and I guess I should be nice and repay all the taking care of me you’ve been doing.” She gripped his cock in her hand.

  He sucked a breath in. “If you think it’s necessary.” He choked out.

  “Oh.” She placed the head of his cock at her entrance, met his gaze and licked her lips. “I insist.”

  She slammed down in one fell swoop. Her pussy tightened around him in a silken hold. He groaned. He might die of pleasure, but what a way to go.

  He gripped her hips and squeezed her ass. “Feel free to repay me this way for anything I ever do for you in the future.”

  She giggled and dropped again. And again. The heat built from the friction of their mating. She rocked over him, wiggling her hips and jerking his cock with her tight sheath.

  “Fuck!”

  Her rhythm increased in tempo. He helped her ride him. She laid her palms flat on his chest and thumbed his nipples. His cock was getting a serious sucking by her pussy.

  She rocked harder, faster, faster, until she gasped and her body’s grip on his dick tightened.

  “Keep going baby.”

  Her mouth dropped opened. She puffed in and out while gliding on his cock. He slipped a hand between her legs, rubbing a finger over her tight little nubbin.

  One choked moan and her body turned stiff. He pinched her clit and she groaned. Her pussy rippled over his cock, sucking him deep with each contraction of her climax.

  He lifted her by her waist and dropped her hard on his steely shaft while she was still coming down from her high. Pleasure blasted down his spine. He jerked inside her body, filling her with his seed.

  She dropped on his chest. He stayed inside her, even after his dick went limp for all of thirty seconds, before he went hard again. She hugged him tight while they caught their breaths.

  * * *

  “Jordan!” Ellie snapped her fingers in front her face and took a sip of her mixed drink. “Would you please stop daydreaming about my brother? It’s going to traumatize me to keep scenting your arousal for him.”

 
; Jordan laughed. “Sorry, but it’s his fault for being so damn fantastic in bed.”

  “Oh, ew!” Ellie covered her ears. “I don’t want to hear it. Stop! Stop!”

  Jordan chuckled and slipped a strand of hair behind her ear. “Alright, calm down.”

  “Did you and Aric finally decide on a date for you to go from marked to mated?”

  Jordan choked on the fruity cocktail. “What?”

  She coughed through the liquor stinging the back of her throat. Her eyes watered. Did she hear her say the ultimate wolf commitment word of mate? “What do you mean marked and mated?”

  Ellie stopped her hand mid air on her way to bring her drink to her lips and gawked. “Are you serious?”

  “I thought you said you didn’t get drunk like humans?” Jordan continued to cough into a napkin. A waitress placed a glass of water in front of her with some napkins. “Right now you sound pretty drunk to me.”

  “I don’t get drunk. Stop acting like you don’t know what I’m talking about. I’m sure by now you know about being marked. You and Aric have been glued at the hip, or better said, the crotch,” she giggled, “for the past few weeks. At some point, he had to have discussed your marking.”

  “What marking?”

  Surprise lit Ellie’s gaze. “He really didn’t tell you?”

  Panic started to build inside her. Had Aric kept something important from her? “No. Tell me what? Stop hedging and talk already. What is this about a mark and mating?”

  She’d caught more than Jordan’s interest with those words. For as long as she’d been friends with Ellie one of the things she’d learned about shifters was that they only mated with a person they were willing to spend their life with. It was marriage, wolf-style.

  Ellie put her drink on the napkin and licked her lips. She appeared unsure of what was going on. “Jordan, Aric marked you.”

  “I don’t remember any marks. And I’m pretty sure I’d know if he had.” She glanced down at her body expecting some strange new symbol to appear out of nowhere on her skin. Not that she could see through her dress, but she instinctively made a visual assessment for anything strange. Nothing.

  “Oh, you’re marked. I can still smell it. It’s waning, but it’s there.” Ellie lifted her brows with a grin. “You’re a marked woman.”

  Jordan laughed at Ellie’s reference to the Scarlet Letter. “Where in the world am I marked?”

  She sipped her Wild Paradise cocktail and lifted the tiny colorful umbrella stabbing a cherry. “Somewhere behind your right shoulder is my guess.”

  Her hand went to the back of her shoulder, feeling over her skin to encounter a small bite scar. “That is my mark? He bit me during sex, big deal.”

  “Yeah, that’s usually how it happens.” Ellie giggled. “Unless you’re in a scenting ceremony, in which case it happens in the vicinity of a bunch of relatives.”

  “Are you saying Kelly and Marco had sex in front of everyone?” She had to watch the rest of those videos. None of the others had caught anything that X-rated.

  “Not in front of everyone, but in the vicinity. Like you and my perverted brother,” she mumbled.

  “Did he tell you about that?”

  “Didn’t have to.”

  Jordan gasped. “Oh. Em. Gee! You knew!”

  Chapter Nine

  Ellie gulped her drink down.

  “Did you tell him I was there?” She watched guilt creep over Ellie’s pale feature to turn her face a dark crimson. “You sent him to me? Ellie Wolfe, you best start talking before I kick your butt out of this place.”

  “Alright.” She sighed. “I did send him, but only after he told me what his intentions were. I don’t ever want anyone hurting you and that includes anyone in my family.”

  She was confused as hell. “What were his intentions?”

  “To take you for a mate.”

  He’d said all that stuff about having a relationship, but she thought he meant in time. Like at some point in the future after he got to be with her as a couple. Not right frickin’ now. It was one thing to date; this mate stuff was a whole different level of commitment.

  “How could he want that type of relationship with me?”

  Ellie motioned for the waitress to bring her another drink. She leaned forward, cupping her cheek with her hand. “Here’s the thing. We have these wolves that are part of us. They pick their mates based on some kind of blazing sexual attraction combined with the perfect scent. That’s the best way I can describe it.” She smiled at the waitress and took a sip of her glass. “If we’re lucky, the person our wolf wants is someone we can envision wanting to be with forever.”

  That only brought up more questions. “Do your people mate someone they don’t like?”

  Ellie nodded. “Happens quite often. Chemistry of the sexual kind is one thing if you have that spark that makes you both explosive in sex. It can lead to mating with people that are completely wrong for each other in the heat of the moment.”

  “So, Aric and I...”

  Ellie’s smile made her eyes sparkle. “You’re meant to be. My brother has wanted you for years.”

  She slapped her on the arm. “Well, why the hell didn’t you say something before?”

  Ellie rolled her eyes. “I do not make it my business to involve myself in any of my brothers’ love lives, but he was really dragging ass. I gave him a little help. You can thank me by naming your first born after me.”

  She laughed. “You’re retarded and quite lucky I love you enough to not kick your ass for keeping this from me.”

  Ellie lifted her drink. “And you are welcome.”

  Jordan grinned, but couldn’t stop the excitement buzzing inside her. It wasn’t the liquor either. Aric had wanted her for longer than she’d realized. It made her feel mushy inside. Maybe that was the liquor. Whatever. There was little doubt in her mind now that the past few weeks had been the right way to approach things. She and Aric had been spending a lot of time together, time which had helped them see each other in a new light. He was more than just a sexy man now. He was a sweet, aggressive, and strong male she had intense feelings for.

  “Stop looking so sickeningly happy. It’s annoying.” Ellie laughed. “Between Aric looking like he had his cake and ate it too, and you practically glowing, it’s making us girls with no sex-life depressed.”

  “Alright, I’m sorry.” Sympathy for Ellie’s current stress over Caleb tamped down the laughter.

  “It’s kind of late and the others aren’t here yet. Have they called you?”

  Jordan groaned. “I left my phone plugged into the car charger.”

  Ellie gasped. “What? I left mine in my bag with papers to grade.”

  “Oh, damn.” They stood at the same time.

  The waitress approached them with new drinks. “We’ll be right back,” Ellie handed the woman a bill to cover the drinks they’d already had. “We forgot something in the car. Hold our table; we’ll only be a minute.”

  Making their way to the building entrance, they continued to chat. “I can’t wait to get home now, and demand for Aric to do the whole mating thing.”

  They stepped out into the warm night air and strolled to the darkened lot next to the restaurant.

  “You mean bite you while you’re having sex.”

  She sighed. “Yeah.”

  Their heels clicked on the pavement, resonating in the quiet evening. “Isn’t that what you’ve been doing all these weeks?”

  “Pretty much. But I’ll use any excuse to get him to do it again.”

  Ellie laughed as they reached her energy saver and unlocked the door. They had opened the doors, but Ellie suddenly stopped. She sniffed and growled.

  “What—”

  Four men jumped out of the darkness in front of them.

  “Get inside and lock your door!”

  Jordan didn’t question her friend. She rushed into the car and shut her door. Ellie threw her the key and shut the driver side door, moving with increased
speed.

  “Ellie!”

  The men rushed it. Windows broke before Jordan had a chance to think. She watched in horror as Ellie attempted to shift, only to get hit by one of the men. Jordan’s attention was diverted by a pair of hands yanking her from her seat by her hair.

  She curled her hands around the metal pipe Ellie had left under the passenger seat. The small metal was the only weapon she could grab before being pulled out of the broken window.

  The man flung her on the ground. She scraped her leg and hit the gravel with a thud. Pain shot up her leg to her hip. Holding the bar in a death grip, she watched three of the men attack Ellie at once. Ellie struggled to fight the men off, but they hit her repeatedly, punching and kicking her. She snarled, attempting a shift again, but the blows kept coming.

  Concern for her friend made her forget about her attacker. The man grabbed her by the front of her dress and slammed her over the hood of the car. The windshield broke under her. She screamed. Everything shifted, spinning in circles. For a moment spots danced in front of her eyes.

  Her grip on the bar loosened for just a moment before she squeezed the metal in her grasp. His eyes glowed bright gold. A combination of pain, anger, and fear for Ellie filled her. She had to help her friend, but breathing alone hurt. He snarled and jumped on to the hood of the car, landing with his legs to either side of her.

  She swung the metal bar up hard slamming it against his groin. He howled in pain and punched her in the face before jumping back. Something, which she knew had to be blood, made a wet trail down her temple. She struggled to breathe. Goddamn she should have had her car instead of depending on Ellie. At least she kept a shotgun in hers.

  Ellie was bleeding from multiple scratches. She growled. Her beautiful white top was drenched in blood and blood matted her blond hair. Using her claws as weapons, she tried to fight off the three men. But they were smart. By attacking Ellie at the same time, she couldn’t stop all of them. One of them ran his claws across her chest. Another grabbed her by the hair. The third guy punched her in the stomach.

  Jordan tried to get her legs to move, but the pain at her hip and head made it near impossible. Struggling to slide off the hood of the car, she groaned. Then the man was there again, digging his claws into her thighs and dragging her down the front of the car. She gripped the bar and swung it hard to hit the man in the face. She split his cheek and blood spurted out of his wound.