ALIEN SHIFTER ROMANCE: Alien Tigers - The Complete Series (Alien Invasion Abduction Shapeshifter Romance) (Paranormal Science Fiction Fantasy Anthologies & Short reads)

by Tanya Jolie

  He rubbed his cheek against the top of her head. “What did I do to you, Rebecca?”

  “You’d start out touching me.” Daringly she took hold of his hand, and bought it to her breast. “Here.”

  “Oh, yeah.” Slowly he rubbed his palm in a slow circle, massaging her hard nipple, stopping only when she began unbuttoning her blouse. He lifted his hand away. “Baby, I don’t mean to push you into anything.”

  A strange calm settled over Becca. “I’m twenty-five years old, and still a virgin. I don’t want to be one anymore.”

  Doubt flickered over his handsome face. “It’s a big step. Maybe you should think about this a bit.”

  “I have. I have for seven years, since I fell for you in high school.” She nodded as he stared at her. “I want you to come to bed with me, Christopher. I want you to be my first.”

  Chapter Four

  If any other girl had asked him such a thing, Chris would have hauled her off to bed without another word. Already he could feel his cock swelling and his muscles hardening as his body reacted mindlessly to her sweet request. But this was Rebecca Rose, and for her first time she deserved all the tenderness and care he could muster.

  “I’d love nothing more,” he murmured to her. “So you think about this while we get things ready for tonight. And if you still want me to love you when it’s time for bed, then it would be my pleasure.”

  “You don’t want to wait. I can feel it.” She shimmied slowly against him, her body caressing the thick bulge of his erection. “You’re all big and hard. You want me now, don’t you?”

  “Yeah, I can’t hide that.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “But I want you to be sure.”

  “Okay.” She drew out of his arms and stepped back, unbuttoning her blouse and shrugging out of it. “I’m thinking about it now.”

  Chris stared at pink lace bra hugging the sweet curves of her breasts before he averted his gaze. “I meant with your clothes on.”

  “But I’m hot.” She bent down to pull off her ankle boots and socks, and then straightened to unfasten her jeans. “Really, really hot. Makes it hard to think, doesn’t it?”

  In that moment the only thing that could have kept his eyes from her were blinders. Chris caught his breath as he took in her pale skin and tiny waist, and watched her skim her jeans down her legs. The sweet curves of her hips and thighs entranced him, until she turned and he saw her left side.

  From her ribs to mid-thigh, ugly, dark bruises mottled her flesh.

  Rebecca saw where he was staring and touched one of the reddish-purple patches. “Holly didn’t just hit me in the face. She also likes to pull hair, scratch and kick – anywhere the marks won’t show. She’s been hurting me since she married my father.”

  Chris’s size had forced him early on not to give into his temper, and he prided himself on gaining complete control of it as an adult. Now seeing the evidence of Holly Carson’s abuse of Rebecca made his big hands curl into fists. “Why didn’t you tell someone?”

  “I did, the first time she hurt me. I told my Dad, and I even showed him the bruises. He said Holly saw me do it to myself, and accused me of trying to break up their marriage.” Her lips twisted. “She came to my room later that night, and told me that if I ever tattled on her again she’d put me in the hospital. Then she beat me until I blacked out.”

  “My God.” Chris felt sick. “No wonder you’re terrified of her.”

  “She’s an evil woman.” She wrapped her arms around her waist. “I was too afraid after that to say anything more. I mostly stayed out of her way. The worst of it was knowing that whatever she did, my Dad would believe her over me.”

  “I’ve got to get you to a hospital.” Chris went to her, and carefully touched the bruises on her side to feel the ribs underneath. They felt intact, but he was no doctor. “Does it hurt to breathe?”

  “It’s not bad. Just a little sore.” She covered his hand with his. “Please don’t look at me like that, like I’m tragic. I’m not. I’m free of her now.” She sidled up against him. “We can be together, Christopher.”

  “You’re in no shape for this,” he told her, and then groaned as she rubbed her slim torso against him. “And I can’t take much of that.”

  “Take more,” she dared him, and tugged down the front of her bra until her tight, rosy nipples popped free of the lace cups. “Take all of me, Chris.”

  Every man had his breaking point, and seeing Rebecca’s pretty breasts hurtled Chris past his. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her out of the kitchen to the back bedroom, where he set her down next to his grandparents’ big bed and pulled back the heavy checkerboard quilt from the white linen sheets. He ran his hands down her arms, and then reached back to unfasten her bra, tossing it over the footboard as he trailed his fingers over her quivering curves.

  “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful as you.” He hooked his thumbs in the sides of her panties, and tugged them down until they fell to her ankles. He stared down at the neat triangle of dark curls before he lifted her onto the bed, and began quickly stripping off his own clothes.

  #

  Watching Christopher Boone undress made Becca’s cheeks grow hot and her thighs tremble, for his big, tough body looked even more massive with its bulging muscles and smooth, golden skin exposed. It also her made her feel a new, delicious feminine hunger to touch him everywhere. She ached to feel all that resilience and strength under her fingers.

  He hesitated for a moment before pushing down his jeans, and when he straightened she saw why. His erect penis stretched painfully up from its nest of dark hair, with raised veins along the thick shaft that crested with a reddish, satiny bulb like a ripe plum. All that had to go inside her, and for a moment Becca felt alarmed by the prospect.

  “It’s all right, baby,” Chris said as he sat down on the edge of the bed. “We’re in no rush to do anything. You want to stop, you just tell me.”

  He wanted her so much he had to be hurting, so for him to say such a thing made her heart melt. “I’m not scared. I’m just . . . not sure what to do first.”

  He smiled. “Anything you like.”

  As he stretched out beside her Becca turned on her side to look at him, and run her hand over his chest. When her fingertips brushed his small, flat nipples they puckered like hers, and she bent her head to try to same caress with her lips. The low groan he uttered as she licked him made her feel a little bolder, and she moved over him, straddling his thighs and bracing her hands against his shoulders.

  That pressed the swollen shaft of his penis between her legs, where she felt hot and wet, and she rubbed herself against his hard girth, her belly tightening as the contact made her feel achy and empty inside. She bent down to kiss him, opening her lips for his tongue and pressing her breasts against his hard chest.

  Chris rolled over with her, covering her with his big body as he ravished her mouth. When he finally broke off the kiss they were both trembling, and need blazed in his eyes.

  “I’ve never been with a virgin,” he told her hoarsely. “But I’ve always used condoms with other girls, so I’m clean.”

  “Good. So am I, obviously.” She parted her thighs, hugging his hips as she cradled his erection, the throbbing ache inside her growing to an impossible hunger. “Chris, I feel so strange. I need . . . ah.” He was touching her down there, working his thumb gently over the little pearl inside her folds, and it felt so good she gasped with pleasure.

  “There, I knew you’d like that.” Chris kept stroking her as he nuzzled the side of her throat, and then whispered against her ear, “I want to put my mouth on you, Rebecca Rose, and kiss your sweet pussy. Would you like that?”

  She blushed furiously, but his question sent a new pulse of wetness between her thighs. “If you – if you really want to.”

  Chris kissed his way down her body, stopping to leisurely lick and suck at her nipples. By the time he settled between her legs Becca’s whole body trembled. She moaned as she felt his w
arm breath caress her sex, and his fingers gently exposing her clit.

  “So damn pretty,” he murmured as he looked at her, and then bent his head, first kissing her hard nub and then setting his mouth over it to stroke it slowly with his tongue.

  The wet, hot caress made her clit swell and pulse, and Becca arched against his loving mouth, crying out as a terrible, wonderful sensation billowed inside her. A moment later she felt as if she shattered into pure light, her body bursting with radiant bliss.

  Chris moved up over her slowly, hitching her legs up around his hips as he reached between them to wrap his fist around his shaft and press the thick head between her folds. “Look at me, baby. I’m going to make you mine now.”

  Becca knew the first time was supposed to hurt, and braced herself for the expected pain. Yet as Chris slowly worked the head of his penis inside her, all she felt was her softness stretching around the broad dome until she engulfed him entirely.

  Chris’s eyes closed for a moment before he looked down at her, his lips parted, his expression filled with hard, masculine need. “Am I hurting you?”

  Becca shook her head and curled her hands over his wide shoulders as she strained against him. “More. Give me more, please.”

  “I’ll give you more.” He pressed in, working another inch of his shaft inside her, making her whimper. “I’ll give it all to you, baby.”

  The slow, steady strokes he used to penetrate deeper into her body rekindled Becca’s need, until she clenched around him, almost frantic to have him completely inside her. Chris held her as she shook and whispered to her, telling her how lovely she was, and how good she made him feel. Finally he sank his last inch into her, filling her to his root. The feel of his body hair and the velvety press of his balls against her tightly-stretched opening made her curl her fingernails into his shoulders.

  “You’re all mine now, baby,” he murmured against her lips, his eyes sparkling like blue diamonds as he kissed her.

  Becca didn’t think it could feel any better, and then he slid out of her and pushed back in, his swollen shaft caressing her from within. She tightened around him, squeezing him as he came into her, and he groaned out loud.

  “Don’t,” he begged. “It’s too good. I can’t take it.”

  Heady with her new-found power over her big lover, Becca kissed his ear and whispered, “Then take me, Christopher. Take me the way you want to.” She nipped the side of his neck before she added, “I want all of it, all of you, right now.”

  “Then take it.” He jerked her legs up higher, his face taut with need as he began pumping hard into her. “Yes, baby, there it is. Just what you wanted. Take my hard cock in that hot little pussy. All of it, like that. I want you to come on me, come hard for me. Oh, God.”

  His graphic words and the hard, deep shafting he was giving her sent her back into the sizzling heat of delight, and as it burst over her in an explosive climax Chris shoved deep into the center of her pleasure. She cried out as she felt his penis swell and jerk as he came inside her, his seed flooding her trembling tissues with silky warm wetness.

  Chris stared down at her, his eyes filled with a dazed satisfaction. “Now all I need, Rebecca Rose, is some hot chocolate.”

  “Oh, Christopher.” With a sob she hugged him close. “I love you.”

  Chapter Five

  The ice storm rolled in over the cottage a few hours later, hammering against the tin roof and waking Chris from a dead sleep. He glanced down at the woman sprawled across him and pulled the quilt up over her bare shoulders. Rebecca murmured something wordless and rubbed her cheek against his chest.

  The feel of her naked body on top of his made his cock twitch, but Chris knew after the wildness of their first time she’d likely be sore. Gently he eased her off him onto her side before he slipped out of bed to pull on his trousers.

  After adding a few more logs to the fire, Chris checked the windows and then sat down to watch the flames crackling merrily in the hearth. Rebecca’s bag sat open beside the bricks, and as he moved it away a book fell out.

  Chris picked it up and saw it was her Bible, and couldn’t help peeking inside. He found the folded yearbook page tucked in Psalms, and opened it to see his senior picture enclosed by a hand-drawn pink heart. Under his photo were the words “My secret love” and “I’m yours 4-ever” in Rebecca’s neat handwriting.

  His eyes stung as he saw the deep crease lines, and how the page had torn at the edges and had been taped back together. How many times had she unfolded the page to look at his picture? A thousand, at least.

  Chris carefully replaced the page in the Bible and put it back in her bag. He knew from helping some friends with their wedding that there was no waiting period for couples in Montana. As soon as they got the license, they could be married immediately.

  “Hey.” Wrapped in his grandmother’s old blue bathrobe, Rebecca sat down beside him. “Everything okay?”

  “It is now.” Chris pulled her onto his lap and tucked her against his shoulder. “What do you think about getting married?”

  She frowned up at him. “You mean, to each other?” When he nodded her lips curved. “Well, I think I’m supposed to say we just got together, and we should take our time, and think this through and so on. But all I can really think is, hell, yes, and how soon?”

  “When the storm is over, we can go get you the rubella blood test they require for the license. That takes a day. Then we go to county clerk’s office, pick up the license, and have the JoP do the honors.” He caressed her cheek. “I’m thinking Christmas Eve.”

  Her eyes shimmered. “Are you sure you want to marry me? Because you don’t have to.” She grimaced. “I’m on the pill for my monthlies, so I won’t get pregnant.”

  “Well, then stop taking them, because I want you pregnant.” He spread his hand over her belly. “I want you in my arms, my bed, my home, my family and my life -- forever. Will you be my wife, Rebecca Rose?”

  She cradled his face between her slim hands, and kissed him. “Yes, Christopher.”

  #

  The storm lasted through the morning, and it was another day before Chris decided it was safe enough to ride over to the tractor barn and get one of the snowmobiles they kept there.

  “Casper can’t carry us both with all this ice, so I’ll run you back to the ranch house on the snowmobile, and come back for him this afternoon,” he told Becca as he bundled her up for the short ride to the tractor barn.

  Becca wrinkled her nose. “You’re going to leave me alone with your six brothers?”

  “Jessa, Ethan’s fiancée, will be there, too. She’s a horse vet, and a real sweetheart.” He tugged her hood up over her head and tucked the edges of her gloves inside her sleeves. “Don’t be afraid. We’re in this together now, remember?”

  Becca nodded, and then glanced at the window, where some red and blue lights were flashing against the frosty panes. Her throat tightened as she heard a familiar, high-pitched woman’s voice call her name.

  “That’s Holly.” She looked around frantically. “I have to hide somewhere.”

  “Not anymore.” Chris put his arm around her. “Come on. I’m not going to let anyone take you from me now.”

  It took all her courage to walk outside, and stand calmly as her stepmother marched up to the cottage flanked by two uniformed cops and Ethan and Liam Boone.

  “You see?” Holly jabbed her finger at them. “I was right about her hiding inside that man Hastings’s truck.” She gave Chris a snooty look before she smiled at Becca. “I’m so glad you’re safe, dearest. We’ve all been so terribly worried about you.”

  Becca ignored her stepmother and spoke to the first policeman. “My stepmother murdered my father, and she threatened to do the same to me and make it look like suicide.”

  Holly made a mournful sound. “She must having another one of her episodes.” To Becca she said, “I didn’t kill anyone, darling. Your father’s death was an accident. All I want to do is get you the help y
ou need.” She latched onto Becca’s arm. “Now come along.”

  Chris plucked Holly’s hand off Becca’s sleeve. “She’s not going anywhere with you.” He looked at his brothers. “Rebecca and I are getting married on Christmas Eve. You’re invited.”

  Ethan gave Becca a long look before he nodded. “Great day for a winter wedding.”

  Holly’s eyes glittered with malice. I’m sorry, Mr. Boone, but you can’t marry my stepdaughter. She’s a very sick girl who needs professional help.”

  “You switched the tags on the stalls in the horse barn,” Becca said. “That made my father think Whiplash was Snowball. Since they look almost identical, he wouldn’t have known the difference until he was inside the stall. That was when you jammed the door latch from the outside.” Becca opened her bag and removed a baggie with the twisted latch, which she offered to the police officer. “This was the original bolt. She replaced it so no one would know how she tampered with it.”

  “That’s doesn’t prove anything,” Holly snapped.

  “I know.” Becca took out the tape recorder she’d hidden under the covers during her last confrontation with her stepmother, and turned on the playback. “But this will.”

  The hectic color drained from Holly’s face as she listened to herself confessing to the murder and threatening Becca. “You little bitch. You set me up.”

  Becca switched off the tape. “Yes, I did.” She offered the policeman the recorder. “I’m also willing to testify as a witness against her,” she told him, and lifted her shirt to show him her bruised side. “For assault as well as murder.”

  As Holly screamed in fury and lunged at Becca, Chris stepped between them and picked her up by the collar, marching her over to patrol car and tossing her into the back.