Sinfully Naughty Vol. 2 (BBW Shape Shifter & Contemporary Romance): Five scorching tales of naughty alphas and their mates!

by Mina Carter

  He was about to pull back, get on with the show and give her time to adjust the change in their relationship—because it had changed, and there was no going back—when he felt it. The barest flicker of her tongue against his, then again as she started to kiss him back.

  A deep groan rattled in his chest and sense left the building. All his instincts centered on the delicate woman in his arms. Letting go of her wrists, he wrapped her up in his embrace and deepened the kiss. A hot, torrid mating of lips, open-mouthed and intense. God, he needed her. Needed this…

  The tap of her hands on his arms snapped him out of the spell, and he lifted his head, his breathing ragged as hell. Blinking, he remembered where they were.

  Shit, the act.

  She watched him through wide, desire-darkened eyes, her lips full and swollen from his kisses, and he had to bite back another groan. Reaching for her wrists, he lifted them and snapped the restraints into place. From kissing her to throwing knives at her, nothing like a circus relationship…

  ***

  “What the hell was that, Luca?” Dani demanded, dropping his hand as soon as they ducked under the curtain into the backstage area. Thunderous applause almost drowned her voice out, but she knew he’d heard her, his expression somewhere between guilty and sexy as hell.

  “That? What was that?” Before she could stop him, he had her wrists again and yanked her toward him. She hit the broad, muscled expanse of his bare chest with a tiny “ooomph” only to find his arm around her waist again. Holding her prisoner close to him. “That was me telling you I’m done waiting.”

  The guilt had disappeared, leaving a taut, almost feral expression and a dark heat in his eyes she didn’t know how to handle. He’d never… She’d never… Shit, she hadn’t thought he even found her attractive.

  All the years they’d done their act, with him practically dry-humping her on stage, there had never been even a hint of reaction in the cock area. It had bothered her at first, but she’d chalked it down to her being a lot older. Hell, to him she’d probably seemed like some decrepit old lady.

  “What do you mean, you’re done?” She took refuge in anger, a far easier emotion to deal with. And it had the added bonus that she didn’t have to think too much about her reactions. She’d never thought he found her attractive, but the evidence was pressed up close and personal against her belly. “When did this become all about you?” She jabbed a hard finger into his bare chest. “Did you stop to think about how I might feel, being mauled about like that on stage?”

  She hadn’t been mauled, but right now she didn’t care. Things were changing too fast for her to keep up with. His eyes flashed dangerously but she was too far gone to care about baiting the tiger.

  “Mauled?” He growled, voice rough and low with anger. “Oh no, angel, that wasn’t being mauled. This is being mauled.”

  Before she could argue, he propelled her backward. The breath left her lungs in a rush when her back hit one of the thick support posts for the big top. She didn’t get chance to draw a breath before his lips crashed down over hers. Hard. Demanding. His tongue branded her when it swept out in a rough demand for access.

  Instantly she gave in, her body reacting without the intervention of her brain. Lips parting, her fingers dug into the hard muscles of his upper arms in an attempt to ground herself. He grunted in approval and slid his tongue into her mouth in an insistent rush of heat and pressure.

  She whimpered, but the soft sound was lost into his mouth. He must have heard it, the pleased rumble in his chest and changing pressure of his mouth on hers evidence of that. From hard and demanding, his kiss turned seductive, but no less ruthless. Dominant and possessive, it was a claim and a brand all in one. He drank from her lips, easing her into a response. Large hands stroked along her back, gentle touches a counter-point to the kiss and seducing her into kissing him back.

  She did. How could she not? She couldn’t stop the small moan that escaped her throat and moved closer. He was young, hot, and… her eyes widened mid-kiss when her hips pressed against his. She’d felt his cock pressed against her on stage, but she’d thought it was just the angle that had made it feel so big. It wasn’t. He was huge.

  “Hey, Luca! About time. Knew you had it in you!”

  A rough male voice intruded and broke the spell. The next act was ready to go on. They were new, an acrobatic troop. She didn’t know them well, just enough to nod in passing, but Luca obviously knew them better. He broke the kiss to yell something back. Sheltered from view by his hard body, she closed her eyes and rested her forehead against his bare shoulder. A shiver rolled through her when his large hand cupped the back of her neck. Strong fingers massaged gently. A soft, caring touch, the Luca she knew but with a hint of authority and possessiveness that was new.

  The music rolled, and the other act went on to thunderous applause. She glanced up to find him watching her.

  “About time?” She queried. The banter between the men had raised more than a few questions. Exactly what had Luca been saying to others?

  “Yeah.” He smiled, looking a little guilty. “I may have…warned people off.”

  “Warned them off how?”

  His face tightened, fire flashing in his dark eyes. “You’re mine, Dani. They needed to know that. Before I had to break some faces.”

  “Yours, huh?” She hid the pleased smile that wanted to spread over her face. Warmth spread out from the center of her chest.

  “Yeah.” Hooking a hand behind her knee, he hauled her leg over his thigh and pressed closer, grinding his hips against hers. She gasped at the pressure of his hard cock right where she needed him.

  “You’re mine. Always have been.” He leaned in, his breath whispering over her neck. “And I can prove it to you right now.”

  He slipped his hand between them, fingertips finding and sliding under the edge of her costume. “Just two tiny moves and I could be inside you right now.”

  Her eyelids fluttered closed, his deep voice offering pure temptation, but when he moved, she squeaked and clutched at his arms. “Luca! No, not here…please.”

  He chuckled, the low sound surrounding her and bent down to gather her into his arms. “’Not here’s not a no. I’ll take that.”

  She didn’t argue as he carried her from the big top towards their trailers, her arms around his broad shoulders. His stride was steady and confident, as though he was used to carrying women off to his lair. She frowned, giving into the impulse to nestle into the curve of his neck. Now that she thought of it, she’d never seen any evidence that he’d taken women back to his trailer. She knew he must have, some of the moves he’d just pulled said he was nowhere near inexperienced, but she’d just never wanted to know, never questioned too closely.

  In silence, he came to a stop between their two trailers. Hers, the smaller, was to the left, sheltered by his to the right. Her heart stuttered as she expected him to put her down, tell her it was all a joke or that he’d changed his mind, but instead his low voice filled the darkness around them.

  “Last chance. I can’t let you go, never letting you go. But your call, angel…” He paused watching her like a hawk. She shivered, the weight of his gaze a caress. “Your trailer or mine?”

  Unbidden, her hand stroked his shoulder, the heated, satin skin under hers begging exploration. She couldn’t believe this was happening. It had to be a dream. Yeah, that was it. She was dreaming, and soon, she’d wake up.

  “Yours…” she managed, her voice little more than a whisper. She didn’t finish the sentence before he moved, stalking toward his trailer. She closed her eyes. And if this wasn’t a dream… Well, she’d deal with that in the morning.

  Silence and tension stretched between them as he carried her into his trailer. The door shut, enclosing them in the darkness. Unable to see anything, all she could hear was the rasp of their breathing, relying on touch.

  Turning her in his arms, he slid her down the length of his hard body. Slowly. Deliberately. She felt ever
ything. Every line and solid plain of muscle and the long, hard cock pressing against the leathers he wore. Her feet touched down gently, but he didn’t release his grip, holding her close to him with a hand over the back of her hips.

  His other hand lifted. Strong fingers under her chin lifted her lips for his kiss.

  “I’ve wanted this for years,” he admitted, a second before he took her lips again. This time there was no demand. No hardness. Just an achingly sweet and tender kiss that crept under whatever defenses she had left and undermined them so completely she was left totally vulnerable to him.

  She moved in, arms around his shoulders and neck to pull him closer as she kissed him back. Open. Without restraint. Sliding her tongue along his, she met him head on, then pulled back to tease and tempt him.

  He growled, free hand driving into her hair and holding her still, and deepened the kiss. Sweet became hot and heavy within a heartbeat. Feet spread for balance, he pulled her hips harder against his. She broke the kiss with a gasp, the feel of his hot, hard body against hers sending thrills of need and anticipation rolling through her.

  His lips trailed down her neck, leaving a line of fire that made her wriggle against him. He buried his face against the curve of her neck with a curse, his bigger body shaking.

  “Hell, Dani. You’re killing me here,” he groaned, then swore again as she trailed a hand down his side and slid her fingertips under the waistband of his leathers. His hand in her hair tightened, but he eased away, leaving her a little gap to play with. And play she did, lifting her hand and cupping him over the leather.

  “Fuck me. Do that again,” he begged hoarsely, resting his forehead against hers. “I’ve wanted you to touch me for so long. Do you know how much torture it was on stage? Touching you, but not touching you properly?”

  She didn’t answer that one, her eyes fluttering half closed as she stroked him, and offered her lips to his again.

  He growled, the primal male animal evident in his voice, and kissed her again. From the gentle, sweet man she was used to, the change was thrilling. Arousing. Like a dark dream. He left her nowhere to hide, plundering and exploring even as she tested the length and breadth of him through the pants. God, he was huge. Nerves and excitement trod a heated tango through her veins. Would he fit? She hadn’t been with a man for years, not since Rafe, and even then it hadn’t been all that great.

  She dismissed the thought and concentrated on the man who held her. He stilled as she touched him, even going so far as to play with the laces that confined him, but she wasn’t fooled. He was in control here, letting her explore. A man had a particular look when he was passive, and Luca didn’t have it. Instead his expression was predatory, dangerous. When he’d run out of patience, she’d know about it.

  Growing bolder, she pressed closer, breasts mashed into his broad chest, and slid a second hand between them. As soon as she tried to unknot the laces, he moved, breaking the kiss to put a big hand over hers.

  “Not yet, angel.”

  He urged her backward along the small corridor to the big bedroom at the back of the trailer. She went without argument, each step accompanied by a kiss that took her breath away. Then they were in the bedroom, the bed at the back of her knees, and she had nowhere left to hide.

  He slid two fingers under the strap of her costume. “This needs to go.”

  She didn’t say anything, just tilted her head back to watch his face as he slid first one strap, then the other off her shoulder. Anticipation bound them together, an erotic tension that held her in place as he eased the skimpy costume down. The fabric caught on her breasts for a moment, then rolled down to leave her bared to his gaze, but stopped on her arms, trapping them.

  He sucked a breath in, eyes darkening until they were pools of midnight. The stark, dangerous look on his face thrilled her to the core. He bent her backward in an imitation of their routine on stage, his lips grazing her throat before moving down. Heat chased chills over her skin, her nipples puckering. Begging for his attention. He reached her collarbone and dipped his tongue into the tiny hollow between them just as he had on stage, then moved further down.

  She shivered, heat blossoming between her legs where she rode the hard thigh between hers. Unable to stop it, her hips rocked, seeking more stimulation. He made a small noise in the back of his throat, a deep, sexy sound, and lifted her with ease. Wrapping her legs around his waist, he settled her against his cock at the same time his lips closed over her nipple.

  Pleasure assaulted her, her mind unable to focus on anything other than his mouth on her breasts or the hard pressure of his cock against her clit. A moan escaping her, she ground against him, cursing the layers of fabric separating them.

  Warm and agile, his tongue curled around her nipple, the wet rasp grabbing her attention a second before he nipped her. The tiny hurt sent a bolt of pleasure through her body. She gasped, arching her back and offering more of herself up to him in an instinctive, feminine gesture.

  He growled again, the sound so feral and primitively male that it thrilled her deep inside. That she could rouse such a reaction in him, reduce such a powerful man to this…his body wound so tight that he shook as he held her…it blew her away.

  That amazement lasted less than a second. Her thought processes was fried when he took a step toward the bed and tumbled them both onto it. Wrapped in the safe cradle of his embrace, she was in no danger of hurting herself on the small fall to the soft surface.

  He claimed her lips again in a breath-taking kiss. Large hands stripped away the rest of her costume with startling efficiency, dragging the fabric down her legs. One trailed back up, brushing over her ankle, skimming over the curve of her calf before caressing the delicate skin on the inside of her thigh.

  Her breathing caught, thigh’s falling open at the gentle pressure, and then he was there. He brushed over her pussy lips in a whisper-soft caress a second before he parted them. She shivered as he stroked her, sliding a broad-tipped finger through the slick heat of her arousal. A flush hit her cheeks like a tidal wave, and she turned her face against his neck. God, he must think she was such a slut.

  “No, angel.” He noticed her movement instantly, reassuring her even as he located her clit, rubbing over and around it in movements that stole her ability to move. “Don’t hide from me, not now.”

  He smoothed the slickness up and over her clit, playing her body like a master musician. “Fuck, that’s so hot. You’re so hot. All hot and wet for me. You feel that? How good does that feel?”

  She just nodded, hips rocking against the motion of his hand. His fingers moved in a maddening little dance, driving the tension in her body higher and higher. Like a coiled spring wound toward breaking point. He moved, slid a finger deep into her pussy, and she lost the ability to breath.

  “That’s it, angel, ride that. Take it all,” he groaned in her ear, adding a second finger and thrusting in and out smoothly. “God, you’re tight. So fucking tight.”

  She bit her lip, dropping her head back as he finger-fucked her. Hard jolts of pleasure hit every time he thrust into her slick pussy, jolts that became tingles when he curled his fingers back and pressed hard. Massaging the sweet spot hidden along the walls of her channel until her toes curled.

  She grasped at his arms, shivers racking her body. “Luca…please. I need…”

  “I know, angel,” he breathed against her lips, already moving. She pouted when he pulled his hand from her with a slick wet sound, already missing the feeling of fullness. The mattress dipped, Luca rolling to the edge of the large bed, shucking off his leathers and boots in the same movement.

  She watched from the center of the bed, lost in the sensual haze he’d wrought around her. His movements as precise as they always were, he reached into the drawer of the bedside cabinet. A rustle of foil later and he turned back toward her, smoothing the condom over his thick cock.

  She bit her lip, nerves assaulting her now that she was confronted with visual evidence of his size.<
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  “It’ll be good, I promise.” he whispered, moving over her and using a hair-roughened thigh to part hers before he settled between them.

  She welcomed his weight, sliding her hands up his arms. He reached between them to grasp his cock, rubbing the tip against and between her slick folds. She gasped, her eyes fluttering half-closed and her back arching. Tremors of heat and pleasure rolled through her with each hard rub, taking her ever closer to the edge.

  “You look so beautiful like that.” His words washed gently over her neck. “Like some wanton goddess favoring her champion with a taste of heaven. A taste of her.”

  He stopped rubbing, dipping his hips to set the broad head of his cock against her entrance. With a slight push, he slipped in half an inch, dragging a groan from both of them.

  “My goddess… that’s how I’ve always seen you,” he murmured, transferring his weight to his forearms, arms looping under hers so he could run his hands through her hair. Pulling back, he pressed again, working himself a little deeper into her slick channel. “Hoping that one day you’d notice me and see how much I wanted you…”

  He pulled away, and then pushed again, this time harder. Her breath punched out of her lungs as the feeling of being filled and stretched took over.

  “See how much I wanted to touch you…kiss you…fuck you.”

  Back and forward. Again and again. He sped up, hard thrusts followed by quick retreats that didn’t remove him from the embrace of her body. Then he filled her completely, sheathed in her to the hilt, and she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak. Filled and stretched more than she’d ever been, her pussy burned, riding that edge between pleasure and pain.

  “I vowed I’d make you mine the moment I first saw you. Now you are.”

  She pulled back, eyes seeking his at the low-voiced admission only to find truth shining in his dark eyes. Truth, desperation…and something deeper. Cards on the table time. Heat and affection deepened into a wild, primal emotion she didn’t want to name at the moment. Instead she nodded, eyes fluttering half closed as she lifted her lips for his kiss.