Covet the Curves: a Romance Collections Anthology

by Morgan, Nicole

  “Another taste?” He lowered his head and gave her another long, deep kiss. “Now, baby. Now I’m going to fuck you for real.” He was so damn hard and stiff he didn’t need a hand to guide his cock inside her. He simply shifted his hips and the head of his dick pressed against her wet entrance. The juices of her orgasm coated him. Pushing slowly, he eased inside.

  Sara’s head was swimming with sensation, her body trembling with pleasure as Jarod entered her. Her hands clamped onto his shoulders, needing an anchor in the storm she knew was coming. It would have nothing on the blizzard that had just blown through the city. Again, their gazes met and she found herself drowning in the amber glow of his eyes. She swore she saw movement and quickly realized she was seeing the shadow of his wolf inside him. She’d never thought of how the whole shifter thing worked. She just assumed that he and his wolf were one and the same. But know she somehow got the impression that they were different—yet so very much the same.

  When his hand slid under her ass, telling her silently what to do, she moved her leg and groaned. She felt him go deeper, stretching her with his size. It was the most pleasurable sensation she’d ever felt. She’d thought having just his fingers inside her was great, but this…

  He moved again, his hips thrusting—in and out. With each stroke, he went a little deeper. Then he hit the barrier of her innocence and stopped. She’d hadn’t really thought she’d have a hymen, she’d used feminine products, had taken gym in school.

  He stilled inside her for just a moment. She had a feeling that he was waiting. Perhaps waiting for her ask? Give him permission? Oh, heavens, that was the sweetest thing ever.

  All she knew was that she needed him to move.

  “Please, Jarod. Please take me.”

  She felt his hips move, his cock leave her channel. Then, then he thrust back inside, breaking through her innocence.

  “Oh, my god,” she panted through the discomfort. There wasn’t pain exactly, more of the intense feeling of being stretched, reshaped. Her pussy conforming to the width and length of the only cock that would ever be inside her.

  She didn’t realize for a moment, but he had stilled. He brushed the hair back from her face. “Okay, baby?”

  She nodded. “Yes.”

  Oh, God, and then he was moving. Oh, how he was moving. “That’s it, Sara. Take my cock. Take my cock.” He gave her long, deep thrusts, bottoming out with each stroke. “Yeah, take me deep. Let me fuck that beautiful pussy.”

  Sara saw his control slip away. His shoulders hunched as his thrusts came faster and faster. Sweat beaded on his forehead and fell onto her breasts. “Jarod? Oh, Jarod, what’s happening?”

  She felt the start of the same tremors she always felt when she pleasured herself at night. A sensation low in her belly, signaling she was about to have an orgasm. But this time, it was different, so very different. It was as if her pussy was a living thing, hungry for the taste of his cock. It pulsed and pulled, trying to keep his hard length inside each time he pulled away.

  His hand went back to her hip, his fingers digging into the soft flesh and holding her hips still. He panted above her. “I should have told you, baby,” he panted as he watched where their bodies joined, his cock going in and out of pussy. “I should have—”

  Then he was throwing back his head and howling. That’s the only word she could think to describe the sound coming from deep within his chest.

  But she didn’t care about anything as she felt the middle of his cock swelling inside her. The expanding bulge pressed against the top of her vagina and the pleasure almost threw her into convulsions as she came. Again and again. Just when she thought the pleasure was ebbing away, his cock would jerk again, as he continued to spurt his seed inside her, and she felt the pleasure rushing over her again.

  He’d knotted her.

  Sara’s face flamed with knowledge.

  Finally, they both stopped moving, but the knot was still there, filling her pussy. They opened their eyes. His normally brown color was slowly returning, replacing the light amber color that still lingered. She had no fucking idea what hers looked like. She felt as if she’d caught fire and it had flashed inside her, burning away everything before this moment.

  “You okay, baby?”

  She had to breathe through her mouth to get enough air into her lungs. “Oh, yeah, I’m just dandy.”

  He had the decency to cringe just a little at her tone. “Damn it, did I hurt you?” He moved to pull away but realized he couldn’t.

  Jarod cursed when his cock refused to go down and allow him to move away. A small hand on his hip stopped him.

  “I’m okay. I promise.”

  He turned them slightly to the side so that his full weight wasn’t on top of her. She groaned as the move pulled at his cock, and he cursed again. “I’m not sure how long this will last.” It wasn’t exactly the type of conversation you had with your father, even as open and unembarrassed wolves were about sex.

  Because this was so much more than sex.

  Sara frowned up at him. “Why not.”

  He settled her on his arm, pulling her close. Almost absently, he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Because wolves only knot with their mates.”

  He waited, realizing he was holding his breath, waiting for her response. It wasn’t exactly the way he’d wanted to tell her—

  “Mates!” She jerked, making them both groan as his dick moved inside her pussy. He squeezed her hip to stop her movements. Not that it didn’t feel good, but he knew she wasn’t ready for round two yet. Even if he was.

  “Mates. You are my mate Sara Allen.”

  She searched his eyes as if looking for an answer. All he could do was met her stare, hoping she could see the truth in his eyes. Realize the love.

  She swallowed hard. “I’m your mate?”

  “Yeah, baby. You’re my mate.” A smile broke across his face.

  “I don’t know what to say.”

  “Well,” he trailed a finger down her cheek, along her jaw before falling to her chest. Her breasts were hidden from him so he traced along the edges that were visible. “You could tell me you love me.”

  His eyes snapped up as he spoke.

  “Because I love you, Sara. I love you more than life itself. I will take care of you, protect you. Cherish you until my dying day.”

  Tears filled Sara’s eyes as her hand lifted to cup his jaw. He turned his head, to press a kiss against the palm.

  “But why? I don’t understand?”

  “What’s there to understand? I love you. You are my mate.” His eyes narrowed. “And you damn well better love me.”

  “I do,” she blurted out before she could stop herself. “But why me? I’m not pretty, I’m fat. I don’t even have a college degree.”

  Sara didn’t know someone’s expression could change so suddenly. She’d never seen this expression on her boss’s face before, and she’d seen a lot of his expressions. Anger. Disgust. Frustration. Impatience. Thus, this was… savage.

  His hand cupped her cheek, the fingers hard, almost hurting in their strength. He lowered his head until they were eye to eye. “If I ever hear you speak of yourself that way again, I will turn you over my knee and spank your ass until you’re crying. It will hurt like hell, but you will never forget. Then I’ll push you to your hands and knees and fuck you until you’re begging for mercy. It will feel so good, you will never forget. You will never forget you are beautiful. That your body makes mine stand on end.” He gave a thrust of his hips, rubbing his knot against the sensitive spot inside her. “And that you are one of the smartest individuals I have ever met. My wolf chose well.”

  Sara swallowed hard. Damn, but the man was intense. She saw that shadow move in his eyes again. Maybe, just maybe he was telling the truth.

  “Well, I guess this whole knotting thing means wolves can’t have quickies.” She pressed herself against him, loving the feel of his masculine body against her soft feminine one. Hell, she just loved
him... and he loved her curves. She could see it in the glitter in his eyes as she pressed her breasts harder against his chest, her soft belly into his. Oh, and she felt it in the hardening of his cock inside her once again.

  “No, no quickies. My wolf wants to stay inside you, fuck you, until our seed takes inside you. Will you have my babies, Sara?”

  “Oh, Jarod, I want nothing more.” She pulled his head down and kissed him. He allowed it for a moment, and she smiled against his lips when he deepened the kiss. She knew her wolf was dominant. Had sensed it since she’d started working for him. Had, unconsciously responded to it. And she didn’t mind. Not one damn bit.

  And she certainly didn’t mind being stranded with the wolf.

  About The Author

  Thank you so much for choosing to read my story. I know your time is limited, and I hope I have provided you with a way to escape your everyday problems for an hour or two. All women and all men, for that matter, deserve to be loved. I write about women who are on the curvy side, maybe a little plain, but always the most beautiful woman in the room… to her mate.

  Marie Mason has always known, somewhere deep in her soul, that being a writer was what she was born to be. Thanks to the new and exciting world of self-publishing, Marie was finally able to make her dream come true. Part two of the dream is to be a full-time writer, spending the wee hours of the morning creating new and exciting characters for her readers. That part might take a little longer. If you’d like to contact her with a comment or suggestion, her email is mariemasonwriter@yahoo.com, or you can find her on Facebook.

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