Cutthroat City Wolves Volume 1: BBW Werewolf Shifter Paranormal Romance

by Lyra Valentine

  “That’s what Joel meant by you being responsible for me?”

  She nodded. “I took you that night. I should be responsible for you. You were isolated enough.”

  He laughed sharply. “You’re like some backwards Viking group. You can’t possibly keep me here.” The threat was cut short with another cough.

  “Yes, I can. You’re weak as a kitten right now, so I don’t think it’ll be a challenge at the moment.” She stood, and pursed her lips. “And I expect you to be on your best behavior. I’m responsible for you now. If you go mad, you take me with you.”

  Chapter Four

  “I’m not going to tell you anything about other packs,” Alfred announced after hobbling into the kitchen.

  Andrea glanced at him with surprise. His dark hair was mussed from resting in bed. He lazily scratched at the week of beard growth on his cheeks. She ripped her eyes away. “I never asked that of you.”

  He grabbed a plate from the rack, and slopped on a large amount of noodles. He drenched the pile with sauce, then wobbled to the tiny card table she’d been given for a kitchen table. He dug into his plate with a viciousness she’d never seen. “Good,” he growled between bites.

  She put a much smaller amount of noodles and sauce on her plate, and joined him. Dinner felt almost normal with another person. She stayed away from the mess hall where group meals were taken by most of the AmWo members. They were too coarse for her liking. “You should know that Joel sent more people back to the mountain. The houses had been looted, but there was no one there. Just in case you were thinking that was an escape plan.”

  He didn’t mumble his curse as well as he thought.

  “Why were you there that night? You don’t seem like the hunter type.” He asked after a moment.

  She made a face. “I snuck out. I’m supposed to remain on base. For my own protection, they say. But they weren’t giving me the data I needed, so I went. And snagged you.”

  “How did you get here?”

  He asked the question almost as an afterthought, as if he suddenly remembered his manners about continuing conversation. It was charming. “I saw someone hurt by what I know now was a werewolf. I wanted to help her, but they both disappeared. I started research on the blood sample I took before she was missing. Then I was approached with the opportunity to head my own research division, and to help save lives. That doesn’t come around very often for a young doctor, so I took the chance.”

  He scoffed between bites. “Saving lives. That’s what you call what you’re doing to me.”

  “I’ve refined the compound since I first began. It’s good for twelve hours now, as you probably have tracked. And it kept your shape even during the full moon. I’ve been told that’s a mandatory transformation.”

  “You’ve been told? So you don’t even know what you’re dealing with?” A dangerous gravel entered his voice.

  She blushed. The rumble of his tone lingered in her core. “I only deal with the cure. I haven’t had someone of your nature in my lab before.”

  He grimaced.

  “The goal is to make a complete reworking of the subject’s DNA. I hope to cure the infection completely, and let the human shape remain permanently.” She offered. Maybe if he understood what her goal was, he would be less hostile.

  The dark look that crossed his face was not what she intended. He pushed his plate away from him and set his palms on the card table. He pushed his weight into his hands, and his fingers flexed.

  “Do you know why I won’t tell you about more of ‘my kind’? It’s so you won’t get your grubby hands on them and continue this extermination.”

  “No, Alfred. Please understand. I don’t intend for anyone to be exterminated. I only wish to cure the infection you carry.”

  He barked a laugh. “Your poison found its way to my home. Some of my kin was so determined to fight with another pack that he used it to blackmail my pack. They were told they could have their wolves back if they obeyed.”

  She shut her mouth with a click. “I’m sorry. That wasn’t intended at all.”

  He gestured wildly to make his point, ignoring Dr. Lambart’s widening eyes. “Then, once that whole mess was resolved, the hunters you’ve surrounded yourself with tried to clean up and get some fresh wolf pelts. You were there that night. You took me. So you can talk all you want about helping, but I know what hunters do. They kill werewolves like me.”

  He couldn’t be right, could he? AmWo members were rough, but they had a goal to prevent the spread of infection. They didn’t want others to be hurt, but sometimes injuries happened. She’d stitched up enough wounds and set enough bones to know werewolves were dangerous fighters. Injuries couldn’t be taken by humans only. Joel spoke of other facilities, other doctors working on cures. She told Alfred as much. “They’re not killed. They’re simply not at this base. There are plenty of resources being devoted to fighting the infection.”

  Alfred continued as if she hadn’t spoken. He didn’t want to listen to more lies. “Maybe it’s best they die. They only look out for their own skin, anyways. They’ll abandon each other as soon as they’re in danger, just like my pack abandoned me.”

  “Isn’t that your family? You can’t believe that.” Her eyes were wide with shock. A pang of guilt settled in her stomach. She never should have left him in the cell for so long. He’d had too much time to stew on the wrongs of his life while in there.

  He laughed bitterly. “I deserved it. Just let the hunters have me. Let them kill me. I’ve done very bad things.”

  “That’s the nature of being human, Alfred. We aren’t perfect. Even if you happen to change shape sometimes, you still are human and have human flaws.”

  His name on her lips quashed some of the fire inside him. His eyes still blazed. “I’ve done awful things in the name of the wolf. I betrayed my own sister.”

  His shoulders slumped. Andrea pushed back her chair and came to stand behind him. She rested her hands gently on his shoulders, amazed at how tight the muscles were in his distress. She knew she should be taking notes, but she couldn’t bring herself to part from him. He needed a friend at that moment, not a doctor.

  Her thumbs rubbed into his shoulders. He let his head fall forward a little further, and she took that as permission to continue. “Loads of people have done terrible things in the name of their cause. Look at my profession. So many horrid experiments during wars, or misguided politics because of some science. But doctors aren’t all awful. I doubt you’re all awful, just because you’ve done wrong in your life.”

  Each time she said his name, it felt more like a caress. Her hands were going to leave lingering traces of her scent on him. He didn’t think he’d be able to sleep with her scent so close to his nose. So close, but unable to be touched.

  His arm shot out, and he dragged her down into his lap. His wolf still had some control. “I could bite you right now, turn you into one of us.”

  The sudden movement startled a gasp out of her. His words, rolling over her like slow molasses, made her pulse race. She looked wildly around for an escape even as her body responded for him. She was thinking he was as dangerous as everyone said when his lips crashed down on hers.

  She struggled in his arms. Her hands beat at his chest before fisting in his shirt. His tongue swept at her lips until she gave way, and he slipped inside. Her mouth was hot on his, but her lips were cool and soft.

  Her tongue lashed frantically at his own. She moved her hands up his chest and let her palms feel the heat from under his shirt. Her notes told of his temperature, higher than a normal human’s. To feel it herself, like that, was unbelievable. Liquid heat escaped her, and she saw his nostrils flare.

  She traced his jaw with her thumbs, still wrangling his tongue with hers. Her fingers dipped around his neck and held him to her.

  His arms wrapped around her waist and gently squeezed her. She fit in his arms and across his lap like she was meant to be there. He refused to believe in destiny, but she
made some of his treatment worth it to revel in the lavender scent on her skin.

  Alfred wrenched his mouth away from hers, acutely aware that if he didn’t stop himself soon, he would be ripping away her clothes and taking her. She didn’t seem to mind. A low whine of protest from her, and his lips were back on her neck.

  “Andrea.”

  It was the first time he’d said her name, and it felt like a barrier had been dropped between them. She relaxed into him. She knew she shouldn’t be doing anything inappropriate with her patient, but it had been so long. None of the AmWo members were her type, even if they were built with the large muscles that she liked. Besides, Alfred couldn’t transform, so she couldn’t be infected with his lycanthropy.

  She gulped down a breath of air as he nipped at her earlobe. “Let’s go to my bedroom,” she whispered.

  He stiffened, and she thought she had overstepped. Maybe he didn’t want her, though she found that hard to believe. If she wiggled just right, she thought she’d feel him hard against her backside. Perhaps it was just too much, too soon for him.

  He cut off all worry when he stood with her cradled in his arms. He didn’t wobble as much as he expected. His strength was returning, it seemed. She was light in his arms, and filling his nose with a warmer scent than lavender. He turned away from the open kitchen. Four doors led from the small living room. He made a guess, choosing the door nearest the one he had exited.

  The room was hers, though as sparsely decorated as his. He let the little mouse tumble from his arms with a squeak, and settled next to her. He stroked her brown hair away from her eyes, then let his hand wander down her body.

  Andrea’s breath caught when he reached her breasts. He lingered over them, squeezing and kneading through her shirt. She let her head fall back and her eyes close. She wanted so much more than heavy petting. She pulled his face closer to hers, and hungrily kissed at his lips again.

  Alfred moved to press his weight on her, and she moaned in his mouth. He kissed like a starving man, sating himself on her lips. He was intense and focused on her, and it made her swoon. She was no innocent, but she’d never been kissed and consumed at once, as if she were a banquet laid out just for him.

  He rocked his hips into her, and relished in the little noises she made every time his cock rubbed against her.

  Deft fingers undid the buttons of her blouse. She had dressed nicely for his lunar transformation, and again when she moved him to her home. She didn’t know why then, but she was glad she’d done so. Underneath the blouse, his thumbs grazed across a lacy purple bra. She had a matching pair of underwear under her skirt that she couldn’t wait to wiggle out of.

  Alfred cupped her breasts. He buried his face in the valley between, and breathed deeply. She smelled delicious. He snaked out his tongue, and licked under the lace of her bra. She hummed, and arched her back. She was beautiful in her need for more.

  She ground her hips into him, and it was his turn to groan. He could feel her heat through her panties and his jeans. He wished there was nothing between them, and he could slick right into her at that moment.

  His wolf growled at him. No, they needed to take their time. The little mouse needed to be played with before the wolf snapped her up. His mouth grew dry at the thought of listening to more of her pants huffing in his ear.

  The little mouse wasn’t about to wait, though. She grabbed handfuls of his shirt and pulled upwards. He moved to his knees, and drew it up and over his head. When he looked back at her, she was feasting her eyes on him. Her tongue shakily touched her lower lip. All he could picture was her lapping at his cock.

  Andrea sat up. Her nails raked softly down his back and sides. He was gorgeous, and she needed to feel every inch of him. She kissed his flat brown nipples, and grinned into his chest at his sharp hiss when her teeth nipped at him.

  He fumbled with the clasps on her bra, finally releasing her breasts from their binding. He pushed her back while his thumb located a nipple. Within seconds, it had beaded to a hard peak and begged for his attention. He growled low in his throat.

  Andrea wasn’t scared of the noise. Rather, it turned her on. Her pussy tightened at the danger lurking just beneath the surface. She ached to feel him.

  “You want this, little mouse?” He rumbled.

  She glanced at him with a shuddering breath. His jaw was tight, and a muscle jumped in the corner. Perhaps the danger was too close to the surface, but he shouldn’t need another dose of the serum for hours yet. His wolf wouldn’t make a sudden appearance. She bit her lip. A small part of her was disappointed.

  “Don’t worry, I’m not planning on eating you.” He grinned. His tongue darted out to lap at the base of her tender throat. “Not in a bad way, at least.”

  The tension eased out of her, leaving just a sudden heat behind. She leaned forward and kissed his jaw. “Promise?” she asked breathlessly.

  Instead of answering her, his hands slid up her thighs and under her skirt. She sucked in a lungful of air, only to have it rush from her when his fingers brushed over her lacy panties.

  “You’re on fire,” he said with thick molasses in his voice again. “And so wet.”

  He slipped his fingers beneath the lace, and any witty response she had went out the window. He stroked hard along the groove of her lips, parting her slick flesh, before zeroing in on her clit.

  He bracketed her body and watched her as the tension and arousal became palpable in the air. He circled the tiny bundle of nerves, then flicked his thumb back and forth. She squirmed under his scrutiny and touch, until she closed her eyes and accepted his treatment. Her breath came in hard pants.

  Her body tensed under him, and she cried out when he slipped a finger into her sopping pussy. “Alfred.” She gasped, and arched her hips into his hand for more.

  He nearly ripped off his jeans and thrust right into her then. His name in her crisp accent dripped with lust. He pulled from her with a groan of his own. He shoved her skirt around her waist, and pulled her legs apart, reaching for her panties.

  He dropped between her thighs, parting her further with his large hands. Andrea moaned, wanting to again be his banquet and let him feast on another part of her.

  He leaned forward, and swept his tongue across her. His beard scratched deliciously at her skin, giving a little hint of discomfort with the intense pleasure. He was rough with her, no dainty tasting from Alfred. Hot and hard, he flicked his tongue over her clit in quick motions. He fanned his tongue over her sensitive nub, working her breath into half moans before he took the bundle gently between his lips. He sucked hard at her, and her stifled noises turned to full-on cries as the heat from his mouth spiraled through her core and entire body.

  Alfred growled, overwhelmed with her scent and response. He pushed two fingers into her, thrusting deep. She screamed, hands fisting in the sheets. He didn’t let up, and feasted on her with more tiny growls. She vibrated against his fingers as his tongue brushed over her and his fingers thrust into her. Her thighs crushed against him as her pussy tightened around his hand, and she toppled into her climax.

  Andrea was barely aware of Alfred returning to cage her body again with his. She sighed, still reeling from pleasure. She looked up, and saw the fire in his eyes. He looked almost feral. She didn’t care if he wanted to eat her alive of fuck her senseless.

  She bit her lower lip, surprised at how tender it was from his kisses. She squeaked when he hauled her leg up over his hip. He shook as he reached for his zipper. His cock sprang out, hot and thick against her belly. She didn’t need extra powerful senses to catch the scent of aroused male, musky and sexy enough to make her even wetter.

  He drove into her with one hard thrust.

  Her breath caught in her throat. Every part of her body stilled to process the hard length of him buried deep inside her. The moment forced her to part around and accommodate him. She’d never felt so full in her life. It was almost too full, but she was drunk on sensation to care. She rode the edge betwee
n pain and bliss.

  Warm breath restarted her awareness. His lips planted soft, tender kisses along the length of her throat. He kept his hips still, and her heart melted. He waited for her to adjust to his great length and thickness buried within her. It was something she hadn’t expected from his subtle domination of her.

  She moaned softly and the uncomfortable edge faded and her body craved more. She clamped a hand around his neck, directing him to her face. She was the aggressor this time. She probed the seam of his lips with her tongue, demanded access to his mouth. Her tongue twined with his as she rolled her hips into him.

  His body jerked with her own, the sensation of her motion rushing through them both. She swallowed his groan of pleasure, sucking it down with her own.

  His hand slammed into her bed near her head, and gripped hard at the sheets as he pulled back to power into her. The heavy thrust rocked the headboard into the wall, and tore a moan from her lips. She could feel every part of him; he was so long and thick. He pressed against her, and she loved the feel of his ridges and veins rubbing against her. She raked her nails down his back, looking for something to hold onto and catch her breath.

  His groans turned to growls. He stroked down her other leg, pulling it up to mirror the one around his waist. He shoved upright, and the changed angle pushed his cock against her in a new way that made her eyelids flutter. She locked her ankles around him to hold him there.

  His eyes were made of pure fire and lust. He thrust hard into her again, watching as she bounced beneath him. He reached down, and rubbed his thumb over her clit. The little mouse squeaked for him again at the touch, and squeezed around his cock. She was putty in his hands, and he adored it.

  She gasped, and her eyes met his again. He smiled wolfishly at her, and kept stroking his thumb in time with his thrusts. He rolled his hips at the end of each deep reach, making her whimper.