Romance: Tied To The Wolf: BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance (Werewolf Romance, BBW Paranormal Romance, Shifter Romance)

by Ashley Hunter

  “There was one. The man in the forest. Yes?”

  “Well, there were two before him. Not really boyfriends. We went on a few dates, but nothing ever came of it.”

  “And then the man in the forest.”

  “Bryant. Yeah.”

  “What drew you to him? He seemed so angry.”

  Shelly sighed and looked into her cup. “I don’t know. He wasn’t always that way. He was nice at first. Called me pretty. No one had done that before. We dated and talked. He bought me flowers once.”

  The memory of it still made her smile, even though it was now tinged with the ugliness of what had happened in the car.

  She reached up and touched the place on her face where he’d hit her.

  “Then he got mean. Not all at once. It was just little bits, here and there. When I told him about my parents, and growing up, he started to talk down to me in public. Little things.”

  “Taking food out of my hands, telling me I should cut back. Buying me a gym membership on Valentine’s Day instead of chocolates. Stuff like that.”

  “Those… are not little things,” Aaron said, his voice tinged with both horror and anger. “Go on.”

  Shelly looked up at him, uncertain. His eyes were sympathetic, but his hands were out from between his knees now, clutched together tightly.

  “It didn’t seem bad at the time. Kinda rude, sure, but whatever. He made sure I knew a f—“

  She stopped herself, looked away from Aaron, then met his eyes again, “a curvy girl like me didn’t deserve a man like him.”

  He had nodded approvingly to her correction of the word “fat” and then snorted.

  “That man was no prize.”

  “So I’ve come to realize,” she said and stuck her tongue out at him.

  Aaron smiled and even chuckled.

  The light mood grew heavy again when Aaron looked down.

  “What happened tonight? Your clothes… You were running from him. It was your cries that had drawn me to you. I cannot abide a woman in trouble.”

  Shelly gave him a sad smile.

  That was probably the most amazing thing she’d ever heard a man say, period, much less when talking about her.

  “He said we were going to celebrate, and took me for a drive. A long drive. The next thing I knew, we were pulled over in the middle of nowhere. He started kissing me, and then… he wanted to…”

  Tears stung her eyes and she shook her head, unable to say it out loud.

  “There was no way I was going to let him do that to me. He’d been drinking on the way, though, and he wasn’t taking no for an answer. He tore my shirt, and when I fought back, he hit me.”

  “He what!”

  Shelly shrugged, unable to think of an answer that would calm down the bear inside Aaron.

  “When a man hits you, you hit him right back!”

  “I did.”

  Aaron’s head jerked slightly in surprise, and his postured settled a little. “Oh.”

  “Yep. I punched him, and then slammed his face against the steering wheel. In the movies that always honks the horn, but that didn’t happen. Anyway, while he was dazed, I ran. And then you know what happened after.”

  IV.

  “A true man never takes what a woman doesn’t offer,” Aaron said, fidgeting with his hands.

  She could see it was a struggle for him to keep from touching her to comfort her. She had pushed him away, and he was respecting that gesture, even now.

  “A man like that… if I had known, I wouldn’t have settled for just running him off. I would’ve grabbed him in my teeth and—!“

  This time it was Shelly’s turn to make a move. She leaned forward and placed her hand on his arm, her touch silencing him unintentionally.

  That was just as well, as she had something she wanted to say.

  “You’re very sweet and brave. And handsome.”

  He reached over and put his hand atop hers. “You think I’m handsome?”

  She sighed with a grunt and growled at him. “So hot.”

  He laughed and squeezed her hand affectionately.

  “This is good to know. I was beginning to suspect it was one-sided.”

  “Oh no, not even close.”

  Aaron slid from the coffee table and stood on his knees before her. Taking the cup from her hand, he placed it on the table beside her, and then held both of her hands in his.

  “That man was unworthy of you. I see the strength in you now. Even through what happened with your parents, and the other men, you still respected yourself enough to say no. You refused to be treated that way, and you stood up for yourself.”

  “But I ran.”

  “After hitting him. Then you ran into the woods in the middle of the night. I turn into a bear and I still know it’s dangerous out there. You’re very brave indeed.”

  Shelly laughed and looked away, but he caught her chin again and with soft fingers, drew her face to him again.

  This time, his face lingered a breath away from hers.

  “May I?” he whispered.

  “Please,” she breathed.

  His hand spread across her cheek and pulled her lips to his. A moan escaped her throat as they kissed.

  In all her life, she thought she understood what it was to be kissed, but this was something different. There was a connection between them, like an unspoken understanding. A hunger.

  When Aaron leaned against her, she let herself be pushed back against the arm of the couch. He scooted onto the sofa, his body half on her own and half on the cushion.

  They kissed deeply as he put one of his legs between hers. Then, his lips parted and his tongue darted into her mouth for just a moment, almost as if asking permission.

  Shelly sucked in a breath through her nose, grabbed his head and pressed his lips more firmly against her own as she sent her tongue into his mouth. When he greeted it with his own, she felt the heat explode between her legs. In all her life, a man had never turned her on so much with so little.

  All they were doing was kissing, and it was more erotic and meaningful than any sex she’d ever had.

  The hot wetness between her thighs was what real attraction meant, and the ravenous beating of her heart… could it be love? Could it really happen so quickly?

  Shelly pulled her head away and looked at the man pressed against her. His eyes fluttered for a moment, proof he’d been as lost in the moment as she.

  “What?” he asked, dazed. “I’m sorry.”

  “Shh, no,” she said and put a hand to the side of his face.

  “You did nothing wrong.”

  “Should I stop? We can stop.”

  Shelly smiled at how confused he was, almost as if he’d just woken up. “Do you want to stop?”

  “No.” The word came out as a lusty breath.

  “Good,” she said and pulled him to her again. This time, it was his turn to groan as they kissed, his tongue instantly in her mouth.

  It was crazy, but she could already imagine spending every day with him like this, in this cottage, away from it all.

  Never in her life had she met a man so respectful and kind. She felt it in the way he kissed her, the way he wanted her.

  When his hand slipped under her shirt – well, his shirt that she was wearing—she hooked her arm around his neck to hold his lips to hers.

  The rough skin of his palm slid up her side. Normally, she would’ve been disgusted, knowing he was touching her… curves.

  But that was just it, in his touch she felt curvy. She felt attractive. And she was.

  Her body undulated under him, rubbing her thigh against the defined hardness in his pants, and he ground his pelvis back against her leg.

  When that happened, his hand found its place at her bra and squeezed. Shelly moaned against his mouth, a sound that drove him wild.

  He groaned in response and ground his hardness against her again as he fondled her breast over her bra.

  “It comes off, you know,” she said, keepi
ng her lips pressed to his. He grinned and chuckled before going back to kissing her.

  Both of his hands slipped behind her and undid the catches of her bra, freeing her breasts under the shirt.

  “Want to see a magic trick?” she asked and pulled away from him so she could move.

  He licked the taste of her kisses from his lips and watched as she removed her bra without taking off the shirt.

  “Very nice,” he said, grinning.

  “My shirt never looked sexier.”

  Shelly laughed and pulled him in for another kiss, but he stopped her.

  “My turn for a magic trick?”

  She narrowed her eyes, but smiled. “Go for it.”

  He leaned in and kissed the side of her neck, a motion that sent shivers and gooseflesh down the entire side of her body.

  Gently he left a trail of kisses down her neck, a few across her shoulder, and then kissed down her chest and over the top of her breast.

  He opened the shirt, and trailed his tongue around the nipple before taking it into his mouth and suckling lightly.

  Shelly moaned, grabbing his head and rubbing her hips against his leg. As he sucked, his fingers undid the button of her pants and pushed them off of her hips.

  They were mid-thigh, her panties exposed to him when she began to pant. “I… I…”

  Aaron stopped immediately and looked up at her. If she wanted, she need only say a word, and he’d stop. She knew it, without question.

  “I don’t want you to stop. Please.”

  He groaned again and finished pushing her pants to her ankles. She pulled her legs up and together they worked her pants free.

  When he tossed them to the side, a small voice in the back of her head panicked that he’d just thrown them into the fire.

  A quick check, though, reassured her they’d landed off somewhere else. She wasn’t sure where, but couldn’t be bothered to care. They weren’t on fire, and that was good enough.

  His mouth came away from her breast just long enough to lick his fingers, leaving trails of spit.

  “Oh, you’re not, oh God,” she whimpered, moaning again when his mouth reattached itself.

  His slick fingers slipped under her panties from the side and found her wet lips waiting. Her body arched as he ran his fingers in slow circles, his fingertips slipping between the lips of her to run along the inside.

  He moved his mouth to her other breast, the fingers of his free hand moving up to continue paying attention to the wet nipple he’d just left.

  Electricity coursed through her body, heat in her belly building to a crescendo.

  When his fingertip found her clit and began working expertly in circles, it only took a minute before she lost all control, thrusting her hips against his hand as she orgasmed.

  Shelly panted, moaning gently as she came down from it. Aaron ran the tip of his nose along her belly and smiled up at her. “Tada.”

  Shelly laughed and ran her fingertips along his jawline.

  “That’s a good trick. That’s a gooooood trick.”

  She ran her tongue across her lips and pulled him close to kiss him again.

  V.

  His lips were still moist from working at her breast and she licked it from him as her hands felt their way to the front of his jeans and undid the button and zipper.

  “Are you sure?” he asked, but when she dipped a hand inside and grabbed his thick shaft, he groaned against her mouth, his hips involuntarily thrusting forward against her hand.

  Without answering such a stupid question, she tugged and jerked against his pants to get them off.

  When they were free of his feet, she grabbed him again with one hand on the shaft and her other at his thigh and pulled him closer.

  Then, without a second’s hesitation, she put the head of his penis into her mouth and forced it to the back of her throat.

  He groaned long and deep in response to her hunger, his fingers grabbing her hair. She bobbed her head, sucking and running her tongue against the underside of the shaft, her hand sliding up and down along with her mouth.

  Then, pulling her mouth free, she ran her hand up and down as she looked up at him.

  “I want you.”

  Aaron’s breath caught in his throat for a moment before he groaned again.

  “I want you too. I have to have you.”

  She pulled him down to her and just before kissing him, said, “Then take me.”

  An almost animalistic growl rumbled through his throat as he reached down and tore her panties free, tossing them away.

  He climbed on top of her, burying his face against the side of her neck as he slid his hard thickness along the juices between her legs.

  She pushed her hips up against him, enjoying the delicious feeling of having his manhood rubbing against her stimulated clit.

  Then, with a slight pull of his hips, the head of him pressed against her opening.

  He thrust a little at first, stretching her, but then pulled back. She looked at him, worried something was wrong, but saw him grinning up at her.

  “Don’t you tease me,” she said, and gasped as he thrust again.

  This time she felt the head of him enter, but he pulled out again.

  “Oh God,” she whispered, trying to move her hips to take more of him in.

  When he thrust into her again, she hooked her feet behind his thighs and pulled him deeper inside of her.

  This time he grunted in surprised pleasure, unable to stop himself from entering even deeper.

  Instead of pulling out and torturing her again, he began a steady rhythm. The full length of him stretched her open as he gently pressed his way deep inside.

  Shelly moved her hips, taking him all and working with him.

  Together they rocked and moved, kissing and touching until another orgasm crashed over her.

  This one took her by surprise, and she dug her fingers into his back as he met her orgasm with a vigorous rhythm.

  As she slowly came down from it, he slowed again.

  “Are you okay?” she asked.

  “Perfect,” he said, smiling at her.

  “You slowed down.”

  Unbelievably, he smiled at her and rubbed the tip of his nose against hers.

  “What’s the rush?”

  She had no idea how, but somehow the way he said and the look in his eye sent her body over the edge again.

  Sensing this, he quickened his thrusting, assisting and making her body burst with sensation. He rode it with her, matching her needs, somehow knowing when to back off and when to go deep.

  That one went for a surprisingly long time, and as she came down, she pulled him down for a kiss.

  She’d had a thought, but had been afraid to voice it. That was, until now. Without a doubt, she felt confident she could say anything to him and not be ridiculed or put down. The connection, the bond between them was almost physical.

  “I’ve never been on top,” she said.

  Aaron thrust deep inside of her, and paused.

  “Never?”

  Her lips frowned for a moment, and she shook her head.

  “They all said… I mean, and I never felt comfortable with them being able to look up at me.”

  “Do you want to?”

  Shelly breathed out a quick breath and nodded.

  Aaron licked his lips again and pressed himself as far into her as he would go, then slipped his arms behind her. She couldn’t believe what he was trying to do.

  At first, she was certain he would embarrass himself when he couldn’t do it, but the next thing she knew he was actually lifting her from the couch and pivoting to place her in his lap.

  He sat, feet on the floor, back against the back of the couch, and she was knelt on his lap.

  All of this, and he never slipped out.

  “Oh,” she breathed, “you’re good.”

  He gave his hips a rotation, his stiffness pressing against the walls of her as he did.

  “You’re incredible.
It’s been a sheer test of will to keep myself from finishing. You feel amazing.”

  Shelly rose up on him and slowly lowered again. He groaned and lolled his head back against the couch.