BBW ROMANCE: Taming my Alpha Dragon (BBW Alpha Male Shape Shifter Romance) (Contemporary Paranormal Science Fiction Fantasy Short Stories)

by Raeden West

  "Almost always. Why, are you wanting to challenge me and see who will win?" Tomas's eyes narrowed, the idea of chasing his prey had him excited and his nostrils flared. He could smell her arousal and she sunk lower into her seat trying to hide from him. He chuckled at her discomfort. She wasn't immune to him, but she was sure trying to pretend she was. It would make it that much sweeter when he got his way.

  "Okay, since it's your treat, I'm getting a steak... AND a salad," she said, snapping her menu shut and giving him a hard look. If he was offering to pay and intended to torture her, she might as well make the dinner count if she had to deal with his innuendos and clear intentions of interest.

  He chuckled at her feistiness and smiled at her. He liked a woman who wasn't afraid of offending him. So many women tried to say what he wanted to hear. He liked that she just said the truth. It made her all that much more desirable to him.

  They ate dinner in relative peace. He finally ordered a dessert and made her split it with him. While the waiter took his debit card, he finally stopped to look over the papers she'd brought with her.

  He signed them but refused to hand them over. "Come home with me. I want to talk a business deal with you, but I don't want to monopolize the booth all night."

  "Business? What kind of business?" she said narrowing her eyes at him.

  "The kind that says if you want these papers back, you'll have to earn them." He sat back and looked at her, an animalistic gleam in his eyes that challenged her.

  "Fine. But if you touch me, I'll bite you," she threatened him.

  "Promise?" he asked her laughing as he put his card away.

  Chapter 3

  "So why am I here?" Lydia asked him and crossed her arms. She stood in the middle of his living room. It had rustic furniture and decorations, with wolf paintings all over the house. It was clear that it was meant to be a country-style house and despite his billions of dollars, he didn't have a house that reflected his income. It was a nice, comfortable place, the kind where you could see raising kids and wouldn't worry about them spilling a drink on the floor or leaving a handprint on the wall.

  "I want to find a wife," he told her, watching her reaction carefully. "And due to my money situation, it's hard to find a woman that doesn't know who I am, and is only interested in me for my money. I want you to find me that wife, Lydia."

  "Okay, I'm a paralegal, not a dating service," she said and blinked at him. She could picture going to bed with him and admitted to herself that at least she felt a pang of jealously at the idea of some other woman being intimate with him. She dropped her gaze to the floor to hide the flash of disappointment in her eyes. "I suggest you use the internet. I'm going now."

  "Wait, hear me out." Tomas grabbed hold of her. His strong fingers curled around her upper arm as he took a step closer to her. Close enough he could inhale her scent. He hovered there, putting her outside of her comfort zone.

  "Okay, I'm listening," she said, closing her eyes and putting her hand up on his chest before she could stop herself. She could feel his heart pounding under his shirt and she opened her eyes to look up at him.

  "I'm lonely. I want a wife who isn't interested in my money. A woman who when I come home is here and happy to see me, who wants children, who wants to grow old together. Someone who can appreciate a hard day's work but also knows how to get dirty, play in the mud or ride a horse. I can cook for myself. I already have a housekeeper, but I need a lover, and a friend. You're files on the coffee table, take them if you want, but I'd like you find me a couple of women who might fit my criteria. I don't want to go through a dating service. I believe they could be fooled and hook me up with a money-hungry woman. You, on the other hand, wouldn't have any ulterior motive besides getting me out of your hair. If you say no, I will make sure your bosses find all sorts of things to do that will send you out here and put you at my mercy," he threatened her and then, when she gasped as he tightened his grip on her arm, he couldn't stop himself. He kissed her.

  Lydia wondered for a moment about how he could possibly kiss her while talking about wanting a wife, and her to find him one. What a cad!

  When his tongue stroked her lips all thoughts about his jackassery fled and she was left melting against him. Her heart was pounding in her chest so loud she could almost hear it and wondered if he could, too. His tongue thrust into her mouth, teasing her, making her ache in places that hadn't been touched in quite a while. She'd been so busy the last couple of years she hadn't had time for men.

  When he finally pulled back, his eyes glowed almost yellow in their passion. His wolf was close to the surface and if she hadn't been a shifter herself, it might have frightened her. He looked almost on the verge of turning and instead he pushed her back until she hit the wall and he yanked hard on her shirt. The material broke and fell away and he pushed her bra down. She could have protested, she probably should have protested, but her cat was purring so hard she thought her head was going to vibrate with how happy her animal side was to engage with him in foreplay.

  The minute his hand grabbed one of her large breasts with his palm and fingers all logical and rational thought went out the window. Grabbing his cock through his pants before she could stop herself, she encouraged him to keep going. Pressing kisses to his neck and chin she hissed a breath with his fingers tugged hard on one of her nipples. Moving her hand to the button of his pants, she worked it free until she could pull his cock out and touch the velvety smoothness.

  Rubbing her palm against it, he was so thick she could barely wrap her hand all the way around him. She grew wet when she saw how big he was. She'd always been a size queen, though she didn't admit it out loud often.

  Finally pulling back and pausing, holding up the torn parts of her shirt, she looked at him. "I don't think if you're wanting me to find you a wife that you should be kissing me."

  "I don't have a wife yet. We’re both single and the attraction between us is on fire. If you're not looking for a forever relationship, I can handle having tonight." He kissed her again, hinting that he'd be interested in more with her if she was, letting her stew on that. Tomas didn't want to scare her off, but he wanted her. And not just for tonight if she'd let him.

  "Kiss me Lydia, I want to feel you purr," he told her, subconsciously acknowledging her shifter side. He dipped his head and took a nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue around the bumps on her skin. It grew hard in his mouth and peaked into a little nub from the soft flesh he'd first licked. He sighed against her skin, growing aroused from her physical reaction. He could smell her growing wet through her pants and it made him want to bury his face between her legs and gorge himself on her flavor until she was screaming his name over and over again.

  "We really shouldn't be doing this," Lydia gasped as she buried her hands in his hair. When he undid her pants and let them fall to the floor before pulling on her panties hard enough to rip them off and drop them on the floor as well, she spread her legs before realizing what she was doing, giving him easier access.

  He dropped to his knees right there in the living room and buried his face against her flesh. As his tongue delved into her most delicate parts, he teased her and tasted her. She got his face soaked with her juices as she grew more aroused from his tongue touching the most sensitive parts of her body. He sucked on her clit hard, until her hips were gyrating against his mouth. Digging her fingers hard into his shoulders she held on tight as she climaxed and bucked against him, trying not to fall down. His hands came around to cup her bottom and support her, as he kept pressing against her, pushing her over the edge into another orgasm right after the first.

  "Too sensitive, slow down cowboy," she finally panted as her parts felt like they were on fire.

  He stood up and kissed her, letting her musky taste mingle into her mouth against her tongue. He lifted one of her legs up and supported her and guided his cock to her vagina. Thrusting deep inside her, he lifted her other leg up and supported her with his arms as her back pressed ag
ainst the wall. He never broke the kiss as he pumped himself into her body. Her juices flowed around him, coating her thighs and anything else it touched. He screwed her hard and fast and after a few moments he tensed. His entire body shuttered and he jerked inside of her heaving himself against her as he came.

  After a few moments he slid her body down off of his and pulled her dress down. Looking down at her now that he broke the kiss their eyes met and neither of them said a word.

  Eventually, Lydia bent down, scooped up her panties and the rest of her clothing, and then the paperwork off the coffee table, and left.

  "Don't forget to call me about finding me a wife," he called after her as she went out of the front door to her truck. She climbed in and went home, hoping she didn’t get stopped along the way. She did not want to explain why she was half naked still. She was planning on putting this memory in her events of things that shouldn't have happened, but that she didn't quite regret, and move on with her life.

  She had no intention of helping Tomas find a wife, especially after sleeping with him. The fact that he'd ask her to do that, and then seduced her in the middle of his living room made her question his sanity. What kind of man would ask a woman to help him find a suitable wife, and then screw her brains out five minutes later?

  A total rake, that was who! Lydia decided as she pulled into the alleyway and parked her truck. Sneaking upstairs to her garage apartment, she bathed and changed into her pajamas. Throwing her shirt and panties away as ruined, she decided to just file the paperwork he signed in the morning and pretend he never existed.

  Chapter 4

  Lydia was hugging the toilet a few weeks later, feeling like she had the flu. No one else in the office was sick but her, and they'd sent her home refusing to let her come back until she'd seen a doctor. No one else wanted to get sick. She felt like she'd been hit by a bus. Everything ached.

  "Come in," she said when a knock on her door came.

  "Lydia?" Her grandmother Lou-Ann walked in and stared at her in the bathroom. "You've been sick for a few days now, have you gone to see a doctor yet?"

  "It's Friday, if I'm still sick Monday, I'll make an appointment," she told her grandma then pressed her head against the wood vanity next to the toilet and tried to breathe.

  "I don't mean to be nosy, but is there any possibility you're pregnant?" she asked Lydia, concerned.

  "Of course not...." Then Lydia groaned loudly. "Oh I'm going to kill him."

  "Who are you going to kill?" her grandmother asked her, looking confused.

  "Tomas, one of my clients. No don't get that look on your face grandma, it wasn't like that. He was asking me to find him a wife, and then one thing led to another and…ugh. It was over a month ago, it never occurred to me that one time would be all it took. Not after all the years it took mom to get pregnant and you only having one child yourself." Lydia shook her head. It was just her luck. The better question wasn't how it had happened, since she knew that already, but what she was going to do about it.

  "Lydia, I assume you plan on keeping the baby?" Her grandma's gaze narrowed on her.

  "Of course grandma, I'm not a heathen," Lydia said, looking offended and then felt a little green.

  "Let me get you a lemon and some crackers. Keep lemon or mint water around to help. Ginger also can help control this." Her grandma left the room and a few minutes later came back with a handful of crackers and some water with lemon in it. "Drink this."

  Lydia sipped the water slowly and made sure it would stay down. She nibbled on a cracker her grandma handed her and realized after a few minutes she finally felt good enough to stand up.

  "That actually worked." She was surprised and hugged her grandma gently.

  "Of course it did." Her grandma gave her a look that said 'did you think I was stupid?' and then gave her a half squeeze back. "So, you want me to go to the drug store and get you a test so you can be sure?"

  "You'd do that grandma?" Lydia was shocked. Getting her grandma to leave the house was difficult. These days she rarely went anywhere.

  "For you, sweetie? Absolutely!" Her grandma gave her a gentle smile and hugged her again. "I'll be back in a jiffy, you just wait here."

  Lydia brushed her teeth and changed her clothes. She felt a million times better by the time her grandmother came back with a bag from the drugstore. Taking out one of the little boxes, she looked at it and read the instructions.

  "We never had these back in my day," her grandmother told her looking at one of the two boxes of tests she'd bought for Lydia. "Half the time girls just popped out a baby and had no idea how far along they were."

  "Wow," Lydia said, laughing, and then went back into the bathroom to pee on a stick. The two pink lines popped up before she even finished peeing and her hand started to shake. It was one thing to think about it being a possibility, another to see the hard proof in front of her. At least now her work could let her come back knowing she wasn't contagious. "Damn."

  Walking out she held the test up for her grandma to see.

  "I guess you don't need to take the other one then," her grandma joked and patted her on the shoulder. "What do you plan on doing about it? Are you going to tell the father?"

  "If I have a choice? I don't know if I want to tell the father. He's the type of guy who'd probably think I got pregnant on purpose to trap him into marriage. I suppose the best thing I can do is draw up paperwork stating if he gives up his parental rights he owes no financial obligation for the child," Lydia said, thinking out loud.

  "Uhhh, Lydia, have you ever considered that maybe he'd want to know his child too?" her grandma asked her softly and shook her head. "Just because the man's not pregnant doesn't mean he didn't help make the baby and wouldn't feel a responsibility to helping raise the child too."

  "Yeah, but grandma—" Lydia started to say before she was interrupted.

  "No, no buts. You can't just decide to cut him out of the child's life without even having a frank discussion with him. You need to communicate clearly and give him a chance to tell you how he feels about everything. You said he was looking to settle down. You obviously liked him enough to get into bed with him, so why not see if you two are compatible outside of the bedroom?" she asked her granddaughter.

  "It wasn't in the bedroom, it was against a wall," she muttered, not realizing she was talking out loud until it was too late. She felt her face grow hot.

  Her grandmother blinked for a moment and then burst into laughter. "Well, that was more details than I really needed to know, but I stand by what I said. Give the man a chance. If he's looking to settle down and he's a half-way decent guy, and a good enough guy you'd sleep with, don't write him off without talking to him."

  "Grandma, he's a wolf shifter. He's the kind of man who'd want to be my alpha and take over my entire life. He's stubborn and determined and won't take no for an answer. I really don't want to go see him again," Lydia said, sounding whiny to her own ears.

  "Lydia, sweetie, I know you. You wouldn't have let him touch you if he wasn't a good man. His money isn't the issue here. Whatever is going on in your head, get rid of it and face this head on. Running away from conflict isn't like you. What's wrong with this man that would have you running like a scared rabbit in the other direction?" Narrowing her eyes at Lydia she eyed her up and down. "What does your animal side feel?"

  "The traitor likes him. And his wolf," Lydia sighed. She just wanted to go find the nearest hole to climb into.

  Grandma laughed and grabbed Lydia's truck keys off the coffee table and tossed them to her. "Get cleaned up and go see him. If you're cat likes him that much and you were willing to be stupid during sex with him, there's obviously something more between you two. Find out if his animal feels the same way. Mates respond to each other and you can't always pick and choose who your soul mate is. You can choose to ignore it, but I'm guessing if there's a chance he's your mate you shouldn't run away from him."

  "Grandma, how do you know for sure?" Lydia asked, ne
rvously. She wasn't sure she wanted a mate.

  "You don't. You make an educated guess based on everything involved in the big picture. Your emotions, and you listen to your gut and animal instincts. I've found they rarely lead you wrong." Her grandma patted her on the arm and then yawned. "I'm going to go take a nap. Don't come back until you sorted this out with your man."

  "He's not my man," Lydia protested.

  Her grandmother smiled at her and winked. "Yet."

  Lydia groaned.

  Chapter 5

  Lydia pulled up to Tomas's house. She knew that she would have to have a serious talk with him but had wanted to avoid this. She'd tried to talk herself up the entire drive here, not knowing exactly how he'd react to the news of her pregnancy.

  As she was getting out of the car it was already getting dark. Now that fall was coming, it was starting to get dark earlier. His truck was out front, but whether he was in the house, or somewhere on his ranch she wasn't sure. Maybe she should have called first. She could have just left a voice mail.

  Kicking her own butt, knowing her grandma would smack her upside the head for being such a chicken she walked up the front steps and went to ring the doorbell. The door opened before she could even push the button. Tomas looked at her in surprise.

  "What are you doing here?" he asked her curiously. Then a sly grin crossed his face. "Not that I'm complaining. I am glad to see you."

  She'd meant to do it carefully, tactfully, gracefully. But how it came out was anything but. She punched him in the arm and burst out into tears.

  "Uhm. Lydia? Are you okay?" Tomas asked her, his eyes going wide. He scooped her up in his arms and hugged her tight, rubbing her back as she sobbed so hard she hiccupped.

  "You bastard. You got me pregnant. I hate you," Lydia managed to wheeze out between the sobs and then buried her face against his shoulder and let the shock of everything just come out. When her meltdown was finished, he wiped the tears off her face and took her inside to the living room. Lydia stared at the wall and felt her stomach grow tight. The memory of him screwing her brains out right there was etched forever into her brain.