Sinfully Naughty Vol. 1 (BBW Shape Shifter & Contemporary Romance): Six scorching tales of naughty alphas and their mates!

by Milly Taiden

  “Are you insane? This water is cold!”

  His booming laughter caught her by surprise. Then she smiled. Seeing his normally serious features go from drop-dead sexy to super-fine with that grin.

  “So I guess what I’ve heard about cats is true,” he joked, bringing her deeper into the cold, creek water.

  “What did you hear?” She shifted to curl her legs around his waist at the same time his hands held her up by her ass, bodies plastered together.

  “That they hate water.” He chuckled.

  “We do not hate water.” She sniffed. “But I’m not into sadistic punishment with frozen creeks.”

  The smile slid from his lips, and his eyes glowed with arousal. “I want you, Kiara. Not just today. Or this week. Or for the heat. I want to be with you.”

  Fear and hope battled in her chest. “You don’t even know me.”

  He brought a cold, wet hand up to her face and twined it into her hair, cupping the back of her skull. “Then let me get to know you. Let what we’ve already started tonight develop at its own pace.”

  “We’ve started the mating process,” she whispered. “You know that.”

  “I want to be mated to you. I want to get to know you. I want to create something long lasting. There’s such a thing as instinct, and mine tells me you’re the one. You and me.”

  Those words. Her heart tripped in her chest. They were exactly what she wanted to hear a mate say to her.

  “I’m a cat,” she mumbled, her mind trying to fight the possibility they could make something out of the intense attraction they shared.

  “You’re a beautiful tigress,” he murmured, bringing his lips softly over hers for a slow brush that made her nipples tighten. “I don’t care if you’re a feline, a wolf, a human, or a troll. I want to be with you.”

  Something inside her, other than her very horny cat, told her this was the right thing to do. To go for it. Royce was a man of integrity. He was a protector, not that she needed it, but it was a good thing. He was strong. And he had that possessive glint that made her tigress want to roar. Plus, he was the first to make her hormones and emotions turn soft at thoughts of a relationship with him.

  “I could be breeding right now,” she said, wanting to see his reaction. She was in heat, and he’d fucked her three times straight with no protection.

  “Then we’ll see it through together.” His gaze bore into hers. “And I bet anything we create will be perfect.”

  That sealed it. She pushed forward to kiss him, mating their mouths in a bold dance of tongues and lips.

  “Yes…” She whimpered, rubbing her pussy on his erection. “Mate me. Make me yours.”

  “I’ll do better than that.” He licked her jaw. “I’ll do whatever’s necessary to make you happy.”

  That’s all she wanted to hear. He brought her toward the water’s edge where a soft patch of grass lay in direct sight of the moonlight. She got down on all four, knees and hands digging into the wet grass. She shivered at the first feel of his lips trailing down her spine.

  “Beautiful…” He whispered between kisses.

  She struggled to force air into her lungs when the broad head of his cock pierced her sex.

  “Oh…” Yesss.

  He pushed forward into her heat in one quick, demanding thrust. A moan escaped her throat. His hands slid up her sides, setting her skin on fire. Then he caged her. His harsh breaths caressed the side of her neck.

  “Fuck, kitten, you’re so perfect,” he growled, his voice a deep, churned gravel. “So wet and hot and slick around my cock.”

  He drove deep and pulled back. And an instant tightening gathered in her core. Her body was ready to explode, and he’d just begun. With every thrust, the anticipation built inside. For him. For them. For more. A new set of emotions blossomed in her heart. Hope. Joy. Excitement for what they could build together.

  She whimpered. “Take me, Royce. I’m yours.”

  “Ah, kitten. You won’t regret it.”

  His harsh thrusts made her dig her nails deep into the earth to brace herself. The slap of skin on skin heightened her lust. It was a matter of seconds before she felt her muscles lock. The tigress was right under her skin, enjoying the sensations of their mate. Kiara’s body vibrated as he pounded harder and harsher into her. So hard it felt like his cock was stamping her body with his own brand of ownership.

  “Let go, kitten.”

  “Royce…”

  “You’re mine, Kiara.” He snarled the word by her ear, pushing so deep into her she saw stars.

  Breathing shallow and focused solely on the driving cock filling her channel with heat, she became lost in the instant snapping at her core.

  “Oh, God! Oh, Royce!”

  “Mine, kitten. All mine.”

  He struck then. Canines dug deep into the back of her shoulder as her orgasm overtook her. A tidal wave of bliss coursed through her body so fast she was left breathless. Wave upon wave of mind-melting pleasure filled her. He growled on her skin, vibrating at her back as his cock filled her with his cum. The feel of his hot essence drew out a new orgasm. She was left panting and boneless with Royce licking at her shoulder and jerking into her pussy.

  She couldn’t move if her life depended on it. She was still trying to figure out how to calm her racing heart and rough breathing when he turned her over and picked her up in his arm to bring her back to the cold creek. She wanted to complain, but instead leaned her head into his shoulder, body still numb with pleasure.

  “Don’t worry, kitten, I’ll do whatever I have to do to make you happy.”

  That’s all she wanted.

  THE END

  SEDUCED BY DAY

  HALLOWS EVE 1

  ONE

  Stephanie stared longingly at the two suited men walking away from her. She needed to get laid. Like yesterday. For the past year, working for Night and Day Ink, her hormones had been in an uproar for the “Wonder Twins” aka Bryan and Brent Day—her boss, Royce Night’s partners. With their cropped, dark hair in those spiky cuts, their orgasm-inducing smiles, and oh boy, the piercings, it was no wonder women had a hard time talking to them. They were the regular cover models for their catalogue with tattoos and silver adorning their bodies. And those bodies could make a desert wet. She loved working for the large corporation. They owned the most expensive and talented tattoo shops all over the United States. What she didn’t appreciate was going home sexually frustrated, daily.

  Thank God she’d quickly learned her lesson. First rule of working for top management: don’t fall in lust. Well, don’t make it obvious you’re in lust with those two sexy bastards you’d get on all fours for and let spank you. There went her dirty mind giving her all kinds of mental movies of the wonder twins playing rough with her.

  “Stephanie?”

  Mind so lost in her world of fantasies and BDSM, she jumped at the sound of her name.

  She whirled around from the distant view of Bryan and Brent to glance at her boss. Royce had that serious “what the fuck are you doing staring into space” look on his face. Dammit. That was the second time he’d caught her daydreaming. A small smile tugged at his lips, and she relaxed. He was certainly handsome in a rough and rugged sort of way. Which was what her friend, Kiara, went gaga for.

  Stephanie preferred her men spiky-haired, tattooed, pierced, and in doubles, please.

  “Yes, Royce?” She forced herself to glance away from the lingering cologne B. and B. had left behind to fully face her boss.

  “Here’s an invitation to a Halloween party we’re hosting for our employees,” he said, handing her a pumpkin colored envelope.

  “A party?” That was new. They’d never had an actual party. Usually it was quiet dinners for the company catered in some upscale restaurant, and everyone got their bonus at the end of the night. And that only happened during the holidays.

  She shrugged a strand of short, stray hair behind her ear, watching Royce’s smile widen.

  “Yes, a
party. But I won’t be there.”

  “Well, then, why should I go?”

  “Because it will be fun. There will be a costume contest, and it’s going to be in a large mansion Bryan and Brent own which people say is haunted.”

  Excitement spiked inside her. “A haunted mansion?”

  “Yes.” He turned to leave, but stopped mid-stride. “There’s just one thing.” He faced her again. “No going near the east wing of the house.”

  “Why not?”

  His face lost all traces of the smile. “Those are the private quarters of Bryan and Brent when they reside there. It will be blocked off, but I’m letting you know in advance.”

  Right. She wanted to ask why he was telling her, but decided against it. Her mind filled at the prospect of visiting an actual haunted house and dressing up for the party.

  “No worries. I’ll stay away.”

  “Alright then. You have fun.”

  “And what will you be doing while we’re being haunted during this party?” She laughed.

  “I’ll be getting my mate.”

  She didn’t get a chance to ask anything else because he headed for his office at that point. Mate? Probably a friend from out of town. A lot of people referred to their friends as their mates.

  “Are you mentally here again?” Bryan asked Royce, watching his friend’s eyes blaze from the animal inside. Though they’d known Royce since childhood, it was still strange to see his eyes glow when he was excited or angry.

  “Yes. She rushed out of the elevator, and I came back.”

  Bryan’s mind was wrapped around a spunky, short, curvy woman he and his twin had the hots for. Sharing women was normal practice, and when they met Stephanie, they knew they wanted her. She was beautiful with her sparkling hazel eyes and full lips on all that golden skin. Not to mention her body was full of the kind of curves he and Brent loved. Their sexy employee had wide hips he could really hold on to while pushing deep into her pussy. And breasts he’d been dying to fondle and suck.

  “And Stephanie?” Brent asked.

  “I gave her the invitation and told her to stay away from the east wing.”

  Bryan glanced at his brother. Stephanie had never been anything but professional, so they’d had no clue if she would go for something with both brothers. They placed all their hopes in Royce, and when he overheard them talking about how hot Stephanie was, he mentioned she had the hots for Bryan and Brent. At first, they’d been skeptical, but he said he could tell she was aroused around them. He then went on to add he didn’t appreciate having to work with her when she kept giving off the scent of a woman in need because of them two.

  Brent and Bryan had been surprised but happy to hear that. They’d been trying to figure out for weeks how to approach her. Royce’s advice had been to use her curiosity to bring her to them.

  “I’m not sure about this.” Brent wasn’t concerned Stephanie would reject them, but more of them making her uncomfortable. They wanted more than a single night of hot sex with her. Something about her drew them. Bryan wasn’t sure if it was her eyes and that zest for life they always saw in them, or maybe the wicked smiles she gave whenever something funny was said. All he knew was that neither he nor Brent had been able to stop thinking about her. And they were at a point they’d do anything to let her see that a relationship with them would mean twice the pleasure for her.

  “Stop thinking so hard.” Royce ordered. “You want her. She wants you both. Make your move.”

  He was right. They wouldn’t know until they tried. Though Bryan sensed Brent’s concern, he tried to pacify his discomfort with his own peace. They were unique twins. Sharing links of pain and pleasure. When one hurt, the other did too. It’s why they needed a special woman to handle them both. But they couldn’t just have anyone. Stephanie with her sexy smile and kissable soft skin was the woman they wanted.

  “You’re right.” Bryan nodded. He glanced at Brent with determination. “She’s ours.”

  TWO

  “Hey!” Stephanie smiled and waved at her friend, Kiara, and the sexy Red Riding Hood costume she had on. “You look super hot, chica.”

  Kiara’s eyes widened as she took in Steph’s itty–bitty, belly dancer costume. “Not as hot as you. Wow. Will that thing hold up?” She asked, staring at the rhinestone covered bra.

  “Yep. I’ve worn this a bunch of times.” And she had. She’d stopped feeling self-conscious of her curves and extra weight years ago. Now, she embraced her figure. Plus, she was what her family called a full-figured woman. Her weight was distributed evenly, and she ended up looking curvy, but could still pull off sexy.

  “I didn’t realize this place would be so packed,” Kiara yelled over the loud music.

  “I know. I’ve been here for like five minutes, and I have to tell you, if it wasn’t for the fact this is a haunted house I’d head right back out that door.”

  Kiara nodded and fanned herself. “I need something to drink. Want anything?”

  Steph shook her head. “No, I’m going to go check out the east wing.”

  “Why? What’s there?”

  “According to what Royce said, nothing, but it shouldn’t be crowded since it’s blocked off.”

  “Oh. I’ll see you in a bit?” Kiara asked.

  “Yeah, I’ll just be a few minutes. I’ll be back before you make it across the hall. The bar’s on the other end, and you’ll need to get through all those people,” she pointed at the sea of bodies, “before you can get there. And then do it again to come back.”

  “Aw, shit.” Kiara groaned. “I guess I’ll see you in an hour.”

  Steph giggled. “I’ll be back by then.”

  They separated. Kiara headed right, while Steph went left. A red velvet rope with a private sign blocked the hallway to the east wing.

  She wasn’t planning on snooping, really she wasn’t. But it was hot in the main salon, and she really wanted to know if there were ghosts in that house. Plus, how could she pass up the chance at seeing the wonder twins’s private quarters. That was like dangling one of their undies in her face and expecting her to ignore it. Like hell.

  She unclipped the red velvet chain from one side and made her way to the other as if she owned the place. If she got caught, she would act like she was lost. After all, it was a huge damn house.

  Excitement buzzed in her veins. The lights in that side of the house were dimmed low. She had to squint to continue on her way. Further and further, until she reached a large wooden set of double-doors. She was definitely going to get in trouble. Oh well. With her excuse of getting lost looking for a bathroom at the tip of her tongue, she opened the doors and walked inside. Her breath caught.

  “Oh, my God.”

  She moved forward into the room, looking at the empty stage with excitement. With a dramatic bow, she glanced down at the assembled empty chairs.

  “This would make a great place for my class to perform at.” She thought out loud.

  Her interest was beyond piqued now. She hopped off the stage and toward a side door. Another room. Having found the previous one empty, she was caught off guard to see a large Jacuzzi and two men about to get inside. Two men she knew very well. Bryan and Brent, naked as the day they were born, stood by the heated tub watching her intently.

  “Dios mio!”

  My God was right. Now she’d gone and done it. She wanted to a take a peek into their private lives, and she got a whole big peek at their private parts. Talk about a Halloween miracle.

  Bryan’s brows shot up. “Stephanie?”

  Her throat went dry. Those bodies. Her pussy went instantly slick. Forget lube when they were the vision in front of her.

  “I…I…” Really wanna get in the tub with you guys. “Got lost.”

  “Did you, now?” Brent’s grin was filled with mischief.

  Okay, Steph. Just don’t look down at their cocks. Don’t. Look. Down.

  Fucking hell. She looked. Her gaze smoothly made a trail down their fully tattoo
ed upper bodies, down to the muscled abs and straight to the large cocks. She frowned. What the hell was up with their penises?

  Bryan laughed. “Excuse me?”

  Her vision snapped up to his face. His very handsome face. A face she wanted to bite and scratch and possibly even sit on if he ever let her. With those dark eyes and the multiple piercings, she almost groaned. Ears pierced, chin pierced, and eyebrow pierced. Shit! Even their nipples were pierced.

  “What?” She so wanted to glance down at his cock again. At both of their cocks. There was something strange going on with them.

  “You said what the hell is up with our penises.” Brent chuckled.

  Damn. She’d said that out loud. “I’m sorry, it’s just that there’s something on them that reflected the light.”

  The men eyed each other and laughed.

  Brent lifted a hand and summoned her with the crook of a finger. “Come closer and see for yourself.”

  She tried not to rush forward with her curiosity, but it was kind of hard when she’d been dying to get her hands on them.

  “Do you guys,” she glanced at their faces and then back down at their growing hard-ons. “Do you need me to go?”

  Please say no.

  Another step, and she closed the distance. Lust pooled at her pussy, turning her all kinds of hot and bothered at the sight of their muscled, inked bodies.

  Brent, whom she knew because he kept the smooth facial features where Bryan loved having the scruffy look, licked his lips. Her gaze dropped down. Once again taking in the large rods of their cocks. She finally realized what it was about them that looked strange.

  “Are those piercings?” She asked, her voice had gone completely husky.

  Steph glanced up to meet Bryan’s gaze. He eyed her boldly. With enough heat in his gaze she felt her nipples pebble under her sequined bra.

  “They are.”

  Holy mother of orgasms, she had to touch that. She had to know what that felt like inside, rubbing her walls and making her come.