Romance: Stranded With The Lion: BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance (BBW Shifter Romance, Werebear Romance, Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance)

by Ashley Hunter

  Soon, one of her hands found his hair, gripping tight at the roots as she bucked her hips against his mouth, riding the sensations his tongue pressed against her.

  She was getting close, judging by how hard she was breathing and her moans were climbing. She was almost ready for him, even if she was soaking wet now, but he wanted to bring her to this peak first, before she was ready to climb the next.

  His hardness was straining almost painfully hard against his pants and the sacks beneath were feeling tighter and tighter, but Leo remained dutiful, knowing full well she needed this first.

  So he lapped, paying special attention to the nub at her peak before falling back to her entrance and teasing her cavern with gentle prodding. A few licks and Ingrid was suddenly coming and coming hard.

  Her body tightened up, her mouth letting out a high-pitched squeal that faded into silence. Her juices invaded his mouth and Leo felt completed, and he felt tempted to continue pressing his tongue against her, but when he did Ingrid was begging him to stop.

  “Please, please, just…” She pleaded, twitching.

  “I want you.”

  “I want you too.” He said before pushing himself up and pulling his trousers down.

  He lined himself up to her entrance, stroking himself a few time to get himself going when he noticed her staring down at him.

  When she looked back up at him, she looked nervous, but Leo smiled and pressed a kiss to her lips.

  “We’ll take it slow.”

  And slow he did. Carefully he pressed against her and pushed her legs apart with his hands, and he nearly came apart when she suddenly reached up and forced him down.

  Ingrid pushed him down hard against her hips, practically impaling herself with his member.

  “Ingrid, what—?” Leo began, alarmed.

  Instead, she was shaking her head and breathing hard against his lips.

  “It’s okay,” she insisted.

  “I wanted it… it doesn’t hurt.”

  “Are you kidding me?” He asked, voice tight as he felt her clench around him—it felt amazing.

  Ingrid nodded, yet her eyebrows were furrowed tightly.

  “Please move, Leo.” Ingrid breathed before blinking up dark brown eyes at him, heavy with lust and desire and laced with something he could feel in his heart.

  Nodding slowly, he proceeded the last few inches of himself, pushing out before sliding back in short thrusts. The rhythm was gentle and good for Ingrid but was doing nothing for his crumbling self-restraint. He wanted nothing more than to pound hard against her and make her scream, but he knew that wouldn’t happen right now.

  Suddenly, Ingrid bucked up, meeting his thrusts and enveloping him deeper inside of her.

  The sensation made them both let out a cry in unison, equally surprised and delighted in the sensation.

  “Are you okay?” He asked, barely holding it together.

  “Yes, yes…” Ingrid said.

  “Please go faster…”

  Leo obliged, pumping against her at a quicker pace and nearly losing himself to her body. Her fingers dragged over every inch of his skin, and as he ducked his head down to lick against her nipples, their hips collided in tandem together.

  Soon, Ingrid was begging for hard, faster, deeper and Leo could do nothing but meet her requests with growingly hard pumps that had his flesh slap against hers.

  The bed beneath them began to bounce along to their rhythm, and the cacophony of gasps and moans became the only music loud enough to deafen them both.

  Leo pumped against her, feeling phenomenal with every little gasp she made and whenever he groaned out her name, she only clenched tighter making him groan that much hard and driving them down a delicious spiral of sensations that were leaving them reaching a delicious peak.

  Leo shifted, slinging her legs high over his shoulders as his hands gripped to her thighs and the new angle provided a deeper penetration that had Ingrid’s moans shift into screams.

  He loved every second of it, just as much as he loved every inch of her.

  “Leo, Leo—LEO!” Ingrid shrieked, bouncing hard against him even as she dug her fingers hard into his skin.

  “Ingrid,” Leo grunted back, and when he could feel her begin to tremble hard against him he couldn’t hold back anymore and ducked his head down to her neck.

  His lips sealed over a particular spot before he bit down and Ingrid was letting out a moan so rich and delicious, it sent him straight over the edge.

  He exploded, releasing every inch of himself deep into this woman who had captured his heart and soul that fateful night they met. Still, they writhed together and he felt her clamp down on his member, making him see stars behind his eyelids and rush waves upon waves of ecstasy through his skin.

  Finally, they reached the very end, and they both collapsed against each other in a disarray of bodies and sweat-slicked skin.

  Ages passed before either of them could move and when Leo managed to hoist himself over her, he was met by her smile and tears in her eyes.

  “Hey, why are you crying?” He asked, worried he may have hurt her.

  “Because, you idiot,” she remarked with a sniffle and a kiss. “I love you.”

  And if there was any moment Leo felt free it was in that moment, especially when he saw her grin back at him, that same cheeky grin he had given her nearly half a year ago when he repeated those same words back at her.

  “I love you too, my lioness.”

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  Chapter 1

  Elle Roberts wasn’t what you’d call a supremely confident woman. Granted, she was comfortable with her looks, she was comfortable with herself—but she wasn’t exactly the type to put herself out there.

  She lived her life in a small town growing up. The same people during elementary school became the people she knew throughout high school. She had one boyfriend, a sweet guy who loved art more than anything; it just took her some time to realize that the list that included ‘anything’ also included her. So when he told her he was going to a college far off to pursue his dream as an artist, she was broken hearted when he said he’d be going alone.

  Still, she didn’t want to appear pushy or clingy and so when he broke it off, Elle smiled, gave him a warm hug, and wished him luck. Not long after he left did she finally decide to leave that small town herself.

  There were too many eyes that knew about her relationship, too many people who talked about how it was ‘such a shame’ and ‘they looked so cute together.’ So when her Uncle offered her a place to stay in the city, Elle sort of made a mad-dash decision and left.

  If one could die from culture shock, Elle would have been six feet under after her first couple of weeks within that concrete jungle. People went about their business without caring about her, cars and taxis zoomed back and forth in an endless chase of clients and destinations and the only thing that Elle could truly register after a few nights of restless sleep; the city was loud.

  “Are you sure you wouldn’t like to come home?”

  Her mother had asked her one late night after Elle had called, eyes clogged with tears and nose raw from wiping with tissues.

  “I was talking to Maria, she said that Alex would be visiting in the fall.”

  Alex… The name alone made Elle’s chest ache but she was already shaking her head at the idea.

  “I’m staying, mom. I don’t want to see him.”

  “I don’t like the idea of you being out there on your own, even if your Uncle said you’d be taken care of in that penthouse. It’s dangerous.”

  “Yeah, but…” Elle had said before she peered out the window of her new bedroom.

  The lights below were astounding, as if she had been launched into space to live among a galaxy of stars.

  “I like it here. I’ll be fine.”

  “I’ll be fine…”

  The words sounded somewhat droll now that Elle found herself in a large and very expensive look
ing lobby. Everything about the place looked immaculate, down to the marble tile, the rugs, and the furniture placed exquisitely all around. Elle had never felt so out of place in all her life.

  Her cousin, one of her Uncle’s daughters, had recommended her to work there after they helped her update her resume.

  Carla had pursed her lips at the document, blue eyes skimming Elle’s life work before smiling and giving her a nod.

  “You’ve got quite a lot of experience, cousin.” Carla had said and Elle had beamed up at her happily.

  “I’m sure you’ll be able to fit in nicely.”

  Sure enough, just a week later (after a month in the city), Elle found herself in her best interview attire in one of the most high-class places she had ever seen.

  The woman sitting in the reception desk had eyed her up and down once before directing her to a seat and with a professional smile that consisted of nearly blinding white teeth, told Elle to wait to be called on.

  She had been waiting for nearly fifteen minutes and could feel her nerves continue to bite and chew and gnaw at her stomach. Glancing down at herself, Elle frowned. This was the best skirt she had, but it was old and it had a couple of stains on it that had been hard to remove.

  Even her shirt and jacket, while she had believed were stylish, looked drab compared to the outfit worn by the woman in reception—and to her growing mortification—the other women and men that walked in and out of the lobby.

  They all looked like models. Fresh off the cover of some fashion magazine!

  And yet there she was, sitting in ill-fitted clothing, several sizes bigger than the toothpick-slim women walking around, and with her mess of wild brown curls pinned down to a half-knot in the back of her head.

  Fifteen minutes became twenty and Elle snuck a glance at the nearest clock.

  What was taking so long? Was she being tested? Was she being watched right now?

  “Just be yourself, okay?” Carla had informed her earlier that week.

  “It’s a secretary position and so you’ll be expected to behave naturally. Your employer is actually one of our biggest clients, but don’t feel pressured, he’s really not that bad.”

  “He sounds like a big deal…” Elle had laughed nervously.

  “He’s a Sheikh from Dubai, and the guy is really well off. His family’s business has been in liaison with ours for a long time, so I have no doubt that you’ll do well.”

  “Elle Roberts?”

  Elle shot off from her seat, more out of alarm than intention and when she searched for the source of the voice she was suddenly under the sharp scrutiny of an extremely well dressed silver-blonde woman.

  This woman was all angles and impressionable colors. A blouse of deep vermilion swathed over her pale skin and shimmered beneath the light of the chandeliers above. Black pencil skirt hugged her legs and enhanced her features and no doubt those were ‘chimmy choos’ (or whatever they were called) gracing her feet. Elle felt so ridiculously underdressed.

  The woman noticed. With a pointed look at her skirt, the woman fixed her an unimpressed glare before turning with her chin.

  “This way.”

  Elle followed quickly, nearly stumbling over her heels as she struggled to catch up to the woman’s strut.

  “We’ve looked over your resume,” the woman spoke without warning.

  “Oh! Uh…”

  “Impressive work, considering. Of course, we did expect someone… different. Your credentials are more than enough to get you hired.” The woman said, never slowing down her pace as she led Elle down a hallway that was just crawling with unbelievably good-looking people.

  “Now, the Sheikh will be waiting for you to assist in a few small errands, more to gauge how much you can take at once. He’ll be expecting his coffee as well as his first ‘rules’ of the day. You’ll be speaking with Avani—the Sheikh’s first secretary and she’ll be giving you a rundown as well as your training of what you need to do, so save your questions for her.”

  “You should know that while you are here, you need to maintain a certain standard of appearance,” she said this as she shot Elle a look of thinly veiled disdain.

  “The Sheikh is a very important figure in business and his secretary should look the part.”

  “Oh, of course…” Elle muttered, cheeks burning.

  “I’ll have you know that you’re not the first woman who’s walked in here expecting a simple job. The Sheikh’s already fired his five previous secretaries, after Avani, of course.”

  Elle blinked curiously as they took another turn down a hallway.

  “Wait… what happened to Avani?”

  “Ugh, she went and got herself married and now she’s pregnant.” The woman sighed as though the whole situation was a huge inconvenience.

  Elle was nearly baffled at the reaction.

  “Which was a huge deal considering since the Sheikh has been giving all other women a hard time. But he’s absolutely gorgeous so you should count your lucky stars or something.”

  “Uh…” Elle was at a loss for words.

  “Sorry, I never got your name?”

  “Alliana.” The woman said, “But you won’t need to remember it, since we’ll probably never see each other again. Here we are.”

  She paused for a moment after they arrived to a long set of double doors of a deep mahogany.

  “Avani is inside and waiting for you, so do as your told and maybe you’ll be lucky. Ta’.”

  And just like that Alliana was sauntering off, expensive heels clacking away. Elle watched her disappear down a hallway before glancing back at the door.

  With a sigh, she leaned over and lifted a hand to knock before she changed her mind and grasped the fine sterling handle.

  With a turn and push, Elle made her way inside the room and nearly gasped when she beheld her surroundings. The office was beautifully done and since it was near the top of the building, immense glass windows became the walls near the far end.

  The view outside was spectacular, and the light of the day glanced off from the surrounding buildings made it look all the more enchanting. Before Elle could find herself entranced, her green eyes managed to fall over the only person sitting in the suite.

  Elle had been told she would meet Avani, but the figure lying on the white couch adjacent to the windows was certainly not Avani, but a very well dressed man.

  He was covered in a fine suit of a beautiful shade of cream and burgundy trim. He had an arm over his eyes so Elle couldn’t see his face clearly, but he looked to be at ease. Long legs resting over the white cushions, and his broad chest was moving gently, he looked like he was napping.

  Elle took in a cautionary breath, uncertain on what to do. Her first instinct was to turn around and leave, cursing herself for not having knocked earlier.

  To her surprise, Elle wasn’t given an opportunity.

  “Are you going to just stand there all day or are you going to come here?” The man spoke, not moving an inch aside from speaking. His voice was an attractive baritone with a lilt to his words that reminded Elle of a British accent, yet he rolled his tongue over some of the words pleasantly.

  Elle was spurred forward, taking a few steps deeper into the suite before she was standing a respectful distance from the couch.

  Finally, he lifted his arm from his eyes, thick brows arching as he beheld her.

  “And you are?”

  “Elle Roberts…?” Elle began, trying not to squirm visibly.

  “I’m starting as the new secretary for the Sheikh Zayn Ab…Ab…”

  “Zayn Abd al Malik,” he replied, his tongue rolling over the name with almost lazy precision.

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