Sinfully Naughty Vol. 1 (BBW Shape Shifter & Contemporary Romance): Six scorching tales of naughty alphas and their mates! Read online

  God dammit! She’d arrived not more than half an hour before. So far, she’d had a single drink and managed to evade Bob “Octopus Hands” from Marketing. He’d gawked at her too-damn-tight costume and licked his lips while staring at her boobs. She’d gained weight since the previous year and didn’t try it on prior to that night. So she ended up stuck in the too snug little red riding hood mini dress that felt like it was going to pop at the seams at any moment. She didn’t dare breathe too deep for fear of falling out of the neckline.

  The main salon was crammed with people. Some of them she recognized, while others were not the kind that she knew worked at Night and Day. Shifters. Wolves for the most part. They eyed her with enough interest she almost broke her neck doing double takes and trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

  Her cat rubbed her insides, hoping to get out. Like hell. Not in that mutt orgy. The way the men sniffed and groaned when she passed by told her they could scent her heat. Christ, she needed to go home, lock all the doors, and suffer in silence. Damn stupid pills didn’t work. It had never happened to her before. Her hopes of getting out quickly died. The hall was not only packed with sweaty, horny people, it was hot and too late to try to go back.

  She pushed her way through the colorful costumes and loud thumping music toward the back of the massive house. Bypassing catering staff in the kitchen, she finally found a door to the yard. Hopefully there would be a way she could go around without running into too much attention.

  Breaths rushed out of her the minute she reached the yard. Fire took hold of her skin. The tigress wanted loose. Something was making her harder to control. A scent drifted from the woods, lodging into her feline. Her hormones went crazy. She knew that scent. It was familiar and so sensual she wanted to run for it. Kiara couldn’t believe it. Nothing like that had ever happened to her before. Just great. She headed into the woods, away from prying eyes and toward a scent that seemed to whisper her name.

  Everything turned hazy. Questions blurred about anything other than the here and now. Animal instinct took place.

  Mine. Mine. Mine.

  The animal scent called her. Earthy. Wild. Like a spray of mud, rain, and sex all rolled into one. As she drew near she realized why it was familiar.

  Royce.

  THREE

  Shit! Her mind screamed to turn and run, but the cat was in control now. She wanted near him. Near the man she considered hers. Her heels caught in the earth, making it difficult for her to walk. Urgency speared her. This was wrong. He wasn’t even her kind of shifter. How could they be mates? But none of that mattered when instinct drove her forward, deeper into the night. Deeper into the dark forest.

  Using the last shred of her self-control, she forced herself to stop. Though her body tried to urge forward, she ignored the instinct and pushed away. She slipped her feet out of the heels, leaving them behind in her haste.

  “I know you can hear me,” she whispered into the silent night, taking quick steps away from the delightful scent that made her slick between her legs. Kiara wasn’t some easy kitty. Royce would have to do a lot more than look good to get her. “If you want me, you’ll have to catch me.”

  And then she ran.

  Anticipation built so fast in her chest, she almost choked trying to get air into her lungs. A howling pierced the quiet. She grinned. He was coming. She could feel it. Hell, she could hear him hunting her. And all it did was make her pussy even wetter. Wind whipped her hair around her face. She didn’t stop. She ran harder, faster. Excitement bubbled in her, growing with the desire she felt for him. Dodging branches and tree limbs, she moved with the speed and agility her kind were known for.

  A growl sounded near. Wait. The growls turned to yips and garbled barks. Did she just hear him say, “Here kitty, kitty?”

  Picking up the pace, she ignored the mud spreading between her toes and the soft grass caressing her soles and ran. This was it. She couldn’t make it easy for him. She tugged the dress over her head, balling it in her fist and then holding it between her teeth. Then she shifted. She let the tigress free.

  Muscles shifted, bones cracked, and the cat pounced loose. Her vision sharpened, taking in her surroundings. She moved deeper into the forest. The sound of rushing water caught her attention. She ran for it. Snarling when she saw the slow-moving creek ahead. The trees opened and with it, the view of the large full moon was clear. It shone down on her and the area, making it even easier for her to see.

  Before she got a chance to blink, he was on her. They tussled, and the bundle fell from her jaws as they rolled on the grass. She shifted to her naked human body.

  Kiara turned on her back and stared up into Royce’s eyes and the aroused tight lines of his face. “Kiara…”

  Lord have mercy. She’d never heard him say her name like that— so low and rough and sexy as hell.

  “Royce.” She swallowed hard, watching his nostrils flare and his deep intake of air.

  “You smell so fucking good,” he growled.

  Her pussy throbbed. Heat blossomed inside. A half-moan half-purr rolled up her throat. Pure animal attraction drove her. She wanted him. Had wanted him for months. Every look they shared, every time she inhaled his addictive scent had driven her desire further into the realm of need. She might be in heat, but she knew all about desperation. It’s what was burning her from the inside for a single touch of his lips on her or his hands over her body. She couldn’t wait any longer. Her control snapped. She lifted her hands, twined her fingers into his blond hair, gripping the strands, and jerked his head down.

  Lips met in a frantic kiss. Tongues rubbed over each other in a hot caress so sensual she purred in the back of her throat. He dropped over her, hot bodies rubbing. They rolled on the soft grass, until she lay over him, thighs wide open and the bar of his cock rubbing her slick folds.

  She mewled. Need centered in her stomach. Like a swarm of butterflies flapping their wings in her chest, she struggled to get air into her lungs. His kiss turned rougher, hotter. Cupping her face in his palms, he held her head in place. Stars burst behind her lids. More. She needed more than just his lips on her. Wiggling over him, she groaned when his hard cock rubbed at her entrance. God, she was so close to dying from wanting him. His hands traveled down, and she pushed up to a sitting position. If she moved just a tiny bit, she could have him filling her.

  “Kiara…” The deep rumble made her purr again. She jerked her eyes open to meet his bright blue gaze. “Ah, kitten, your heat is dripping on my cock.”

  “I need you,” she moaned. A hot shudder rolled down her spine. Passion burned in her pores with every small slide of her body over his.

  He tugged her body down until his lips encased one of her nipples. The groan that slipped out of her was loud and garbled, filled with need. Electricity shot from her nipple to her clit and back. She pushed her chest into his hot mouth, loving the feel of his tongue flicking over her tiny hard bud.

  “God, yes.”

  He licked over her areola, across the valley of her breasts, and then sucked the other into his mouth. She panted and purred, body vibrating with pleasure. His hands caressed down her spine to squeeze at her ass cheeks.

  “Fuck, kitten. You’re hot. So damn hot. I want inside you.”

  “Yes.” Finally.

  He curled his hands around her waist and lifted. Their gazes met. She couldn’t have looked away even if everyone in the party showed up to watch them. He took his sweet time and brought her down over his cock. She bit her lip, strangling back a moan of pleasure. In a slow and drawn-out move, he filled her with his hardness. Her skin felt tight, hot, and ready to explode with each inch he slipped inside her.

  The tigress inside purred. It went on that way, until he was fully inside her, stretching her slick channel.

  She widened her legs some more to drop even lower, dragging a choked groan from him. “Jesus.”

  With a quick rocking of her hips, she had him groaning for more. She dug her nails into
his chest, lifting and dropping over him. His hands moved over her hips to cup her ass cheeks. Passion flared bright in his blue eyes. She had a hard time holding back the moan that surfaced at his possessive stare.

  He guided her up and down his length, lifting and dropping her in quick repetitive moves. Up. Down. Faster. Hotter. Until she swore her insides were on fire. Until she started shaking from the quick tightening in her core.

  Their gazes stayed locked on each other. Neither wanting to break the bonding connection between them. Her hands shifted, turning her fingernails into claws. But she couldn’t stop what her tigress wanted. To mark him. To own him. To claim the man and the animal.

  Dragging her claws down his chest, she scarred him, leaving thin lines of ownership down to his washboard abs. He hissed, and his cock thickened in her channel, rubbing and branding her with its heat. Almost as quickly as she made them, the scratches started to heal. Rain washed away the blood of the wounds she’d made to show the healed, but scarred skin left behind. Branding him with her mark.

  “Oh, God!”

  The quick unraveling of tension shook her to the core. Before she had a chance to ready for the push over the edge, she was already floating. Pleasure melted all thoughts of anything but him. Them. There was nothing else but their newly formed connection and that tide of bliss rushing her.

  She screamed as wave after wave of intense joy racked her body. Time ceased to exist. Nature surrounded them, joining in with drops of rain coating their overheated bodies. He growled loud over the harsh beating of her heart.

  “Mine,” he snarled.

  Yes! He rammed his cock deep into her a final time and came, filling her with his seed. She fell forward, his hot chest right under her cheek. She grinned at the sound of his racing heart. The tigress purred, loving he feel of him still thick and hard inside her. It didn’t matter that it was raining and they were on the grass, still connected and wet. She rubbed her cheek on his chest. A purr sounded at the back of her throat. Christ. The man was going to turn her into a house cat.

  “I love that sound,” he said, his voice rough and deep with arousal.

  “What sound?” She moaned as his cock turned steel hard inside her, growing thicker by the second and filling oh so perfectly.

  Royce rolled them over on the wet grass. Cool moist drops of the light rain coated their bodies, turning them slick and wet. Still inside her hot, tight pussy, he nudged deeper into her. The quick flutter of her channel tightening around him was bliss. Absolute heaven. He couldn’t stop himself. He wanted her again. Wanted to taste her. Her sweet scent called him down to lick her. To rub his face on her folds and pleasure her like only he could.

  He kissed his way down her slick body, pushing her breasts together and licking from one nipple to the other. Her soft moans pushed him further. He bit down on one tip and she purred. That sound. It was the sexiest fucking sound he’d ever heard. Swiping his tongue down her belly, he licked around her belly button, and dropped to her clean-shaven pussy.

  She mewled. Her nails dug into his scalp, gripping his wet strands between her fingers. “Oh, Royce.”

  He kissed her left inner thigh. Then the right. “I may not be a cat,” he licked a trail from slit to clit, “but I love the taste of your cream.”

  Her body vibrated. One flick of his tongue over her clit and she was jerking in his arms, balls of her feet digging into his back. Her moans said it all. She loved his mouth on her sex. And he loved pleasuring her. Another swipe, and he sucked on her folds. On her cream and that delicate heat dripping from her slit.

  “Yes, Royce, yes…” she murmured throatily.

  He growled, shoved his tongue deep into her channel and licked. Her trashing on the ground only enhanced his own aroused state. He wanted to fuck her again. To feel her pussy hugging his cock so tight he swore he saw double. To fight her pulsing walls to hit her deep and hard and come at the same time her pussy fluttered over his dick. And then he wanted to do it again.

  The rain continued to cool the heat from their bodies. He loved watching the drops fall on her skin, on her nipples and her quivering body. Every single splatter slowly eased down a different curve and left a wet trail he wanted to lick. Her body tensed under his driving tongue. He struck faster, flicking over the tight bundle of nerves in quick rotation.

  “Oh, God, oh God, oh God!” She screamed, body twitching and jerking in his hold. He didn’t stop. No. He continued licking at her pussy and adding to each of her deep shudders.

  She tugged on his hair. He glanced up to meet her bold sensual smile. That amazing smile of a woman well loved.

  “Fuck me, Royce.”

  Jesus. Hearing her say the words had an immediate effect, and made his cock twitch. But it was the glowing gold in her eyes, the gold of her tigress that pushed him beyond control. Both the woman and the animal wanted him.

  He knew she’d be his, but now he wanted her to love him. Call him selfish, but he knew he could make her happy. The animal stared at him from deep in her eyes. He saw emotions there. Those deep feelings he knew she possessed. And he wanted them. Wanted her heart, body, and soul.

  He crawled up her torso. Their wet bodies allowed him to slip up easily. Her legs spread wide, welcoming him into her sex. One deep thrust, and he knew he’d found home. Her pussy gripped him in a hold so tight, so perfect he almost came that very instant.

  “Royce, oh…you feel so good.” She moaned, digging her nails into his back. He could feel the sharp tips of her claws cutting into his flesh. She was branding him again. Fuck it if that didn’t turn his wolf all kinds of happy. The beast wanted her mark on him. He wanted to belong to her. But he wanted his mark on her too.

  He cupped her face in his hands, forcing her to meet his stare while still pumping deep and hard into her, fucking her with long strokes that sent electric tingles from his back to his cock.

  “Please…”

  “Please what, darling? Fuck you harder?” He loved the tightening of her channel over his cock. Her lids lowered to half-mast. That sleepy-eyed look combined with her moaning and wet facial features only turned him on more. “Do you like the feel of my dick in your pussy?”

  “Yes! God, yes!”

  He grinned at her quick response. He brought his face down to hers, meshing their lips together in a new kiss. A harsh branding of her mouth, claiming it as his. He fucked her full lips with his tongue at the same time he fucked her slick pussy with his cock. Her soft body cushioned every quick, hard blow, urging the tension in his spine to unravel. To break free and let his climax soar. He bit her lip, sucking on her swollen flesh and licking circles down to her racing pulse at the soft curve of her neck. With each thrust, he growled, the animal pushing to break loose.

  Mark her. Mate her. Own her.

  The wolf wanted his own brand of mating. Royce bit down on the soft curve of her neck and thrust a final time. She raked her claws all over his back, drawing groans of pleasure from him. He marked her on the shoulder with his canines, branding her as his. Her pussy clasped his cock hard. She screamed, and pleasure blasted through him in electric currents. With each flutter of her pussy, he kept coming, filling her with his seed.

  They struggled to breathe in unison. Her slick channel’s sucking of his cock restarted the need to mate. His animal wanted to fuck her for days. Her heat pushed him forth, and all he could think of was staying in her warm embrace and making her his. He groaned when her muscles flexed around his shaft, taking every bit of his essence deep into her, marking her from the inside. Her legs shook at his sides. He couldn’t contain the smile that broke free.

  Her lovely brows rose, and the tigress receded from her eyes. “What’s so funny?”

  “How good you smell with my scent all over you.”

  Indecision clouded her golden gaze. “We let the heat take us, Royce.”

  “Say it again,” he ordered, loving the sound of his name on her lips.

  “What?”

  “My name.”


  Her swollen lips tipped up in a flirty smile. “Royce.”

  His cock jerked inside her, and she moaned. “I like hearing you say it.”

  “I like saying your name.” She licked those sinful lips before adding, “It’s sexy.”

  He pulled back softly before ramming his once again hard cock into her. “I like hearing you scream it better.”

  “Please,” she moaned, “Royce, we need to talk.” The soft tremble in her voice stopped him from taking her again. Though that’s all he could think of.

  “What’s there to talk about?”

  FOUR

  Kiara had a difficult time making use of her faculties when Royce was still rocking into her. The cat rolled around inside wanting to get fucked hard. On all fours and mated. That’s what they both wanted. Yet, she knew they needed some things out in the open, or they’d never be able to make any kind of relationship work.

  “I marked you,” she stated without a single ounce of remorse.

  “I know.” He grinned, showing his lengthening canines. “I’ve marked you too.”

  “What do you want from me? From us?” She was a feline shifter. Not used to being with any man other than a human or her own kind. But here she was, marked, and pretty sure about to be mated to a wolf.

  His features turned serious. “I wanted you from the minute I saw you.”

  She swallowed against the multitude of questions clogging her throat. “That’s normal for us. You know we are sexual creatures. I love having you inside me, filling me. But I need more than that in my life.”

  “I know what you mean.” He withdrew from her body and the emptiness she suddenly felt almost tore at her insides.

  He stood and held out a hand to help her to her feet. Her legs wobbled, and her knees shook. Nice. He’d fucked her boneless. That was a first. She didn’t get a chance to get her legs to work before he lifted her chubby body into his arms. He brought them into the cold creek and she squealed.