Mated to the Billionaire Werewolf: BBW Paranormal Bad Boy Billionaire Werewolf Romance (Kingwood Pack Book 3) (6 page)

She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and slowly stroked upward. He broke away from the kiss to swear against her lips but didn’t stop her. Didn’t move. A willing slave to her sensual punishment. Still stroking, she nibbled and licked at his lower lip, ignoring his repeated attempts to catch her in a kiss. When he lifted his hands to drive into her hair and control the kiss, she stopped the motion of her hand in a silent warning.

He got the message. His hands dropped to the sheets and she made a soft sound of approval, picking up her stroking again. Before she was content to let him be dominant and take charge, but now things had changed. How much yet, she didn’t know, but she was no longer content to be the submissive partner. Now she wanted her alpha wolf to submit to
her.

He strained as she stroked, muscles tight and the chords popping in his neck. That he fought for control, that he fought to stay still on the bed under her touch, was obvious. She didn’t make it easy for him though. Her fingertip found the groove at the tip of his cock, and spread the beads of precum she found over the broad head.

Her mouth watered, and she made to move. She had to taste him. Needed to feel his thick cock slide past her lips.

But he moved like lightning, one hand hard against the small of her back as the other gripped her hair.

“Put your mouth on me, and this will be the quickest, dirtiest fuck you’ve ever known,” he promised, his eyes blazing amber.

She paused for a moment, reading the truth of his intentions in his eyes. After all she’d been though she should crave soft and gentle. Tender seduction. But she didn’t. Something deep inside her, the same part of her that wanted to howl at the moon and tear the sheets to bind him to the bed, wanted hard and fast.

Wanted… no,
needed
to feel alive. To prove that she hadn’t given up back in the clearing and died. That this wasn’t all a dream and she really was here with him one last time.

Holding his gaze with hers, she pulled out of his grasp and slid down his body.

“
Fuck!”
the word exploded from his lips as she moved, and his head dropped back. For a moment he was frozen, every muscle and sinew taut at just the thought of what she was about to do to him, a perfect statue of masculine anticipation and caged power.

Then he looked up again, his expression tight and the look in his human-dark eyes feral as she settled herself. Grasping his cock at the base, she bent her head and flicked her tongue over the tip. His taste exploded on her tongue: musky, salty-sweet and hot… A taste uniquely his and brought a moan up from the depths of her soul.

Unable to help herself, she licked him again, root to tip. His barked curse shattered the silence in the room as his cock pulsed in her grip. She pumped, using her saliva to make his shaft wet and slick until her hand moved easily.

“Harder,” he begged, voice hoarse, and his hand slid into her hair. Not hard, but… there.

She ignored him and bent her head instead.

“Holy shit, Eva. You’re going to kill me…” He gasped as she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock.

She slid him deeper in reply.

“
…ugghhh…”

His hand tightened in her hair, not controlling her movements, but more like he needed the connection to ground himself. That was cool with her, this whole thing felt surreal to her as well.

His cock was long and thick. So wide she wouldn’t be able to do this long without her jaw aching. She wouldn’t need to though. The restless shift of his hips, like he was controlling the urge to drive upward into her mouth, told her that he’d be done before she was.
Long
before.

“Yeah, that’s it. Christ, it’s so sexy to see your lips wrapped around my cock like that.”

She looked up to find his gaze riveted on her mouth. A devil of mischief filled her and she took him as deep as she could. And sucked.

His head thudded back against the bed, his body taut as his cock throbbed in her mouth. Then all bets were off. She attacked his shaft with hard sucks, bobbing her head to work the length in the warm cavern of her mouth, or swirling her tongue around the sensitive head. His body got tighter and tighter, his breathing more ragged. She knew she was running out of time. Any minute now, he’d break… and she wanted that. Wanted him to lose control. Be as helpless as she’d always been in his arms.

Taking him deep again, she brought her nails down the sides of his thighs, both sides, in a light scratch.

The snarl burst from him without warning and the next moment, she found herself lifted off him and flipped to her back. He was over her in a heartbeat, but rather than parting her thighs and driving into her as she expected, he turned her over onto her hands and knees.

“You want to play with the big, bad wolf, Eva, you play the way I want,” he breathed against her hair.

A hard knee shoved hers apart even as his hand snaked around her hip and down between her legs. A cry of surprise, then pleasure, startled from her lips as his fingers swept through her folds.

“Wet already. Good.”

He found her clit and rubbed. She arched against him, need pulsing through her like a second heartbeat. She didn’t get time to beg. The next second the broad head of his cock fit against the slick entrance to her pussy.

No more teasing. With one fast thrust, he was inside her, balls deep.

She cried out, body stretched to its limits by his hard penetration. It burned and stretched, the pleasure bordering on pain, but so,
so
good. So addictive. Mewling soundlessly, she gripped his wrist where his hand was between his legs. He stroked her clit in fast, ruthless strokes, as though determined to punish her as she’d punished him.

“I want you to come,” he growled in her ear. “Come all over my cock, little wolf.”

As he spoke, he began to move, and she realized it wouldn’t be long for either of them. Her pussy throbbed around his length. In and out, hard and fast, she barely had time to process all the sensations as he took her. Overwhelmed her. Dominated her. Who had she been kidding, thinking she was in control of this?

Her release rose out of nowhere to steal her breath and threaten to topple her over the edge. With a gasp, she arched away, desperate to slow things down, but it was no good. He realized she was about to come.

“Now,” he ordered, moving his free hand to palm her breast. “I want to feel it over my cock, hot and wet. Now, Eva. Come
now
.”

He pinched her clit and nipple at the same time, and the sharp pleasure shattered her control. Pleasure exploded, filling her core and spinning outward in hot, pulsing waves. Ecstasy filled each cell, sending it spinning to crash into the next. A never ending chain reaction that overwhelmed her.

She cried out in pleasure. Whimpered his name. He growled in response, his thrusts harder now as he gripped her hips. Hands tangled in the sheets, she arched back against him. Wanted to get him as deep as she could.

Two more thrusts, so deep she didn’t know where she ended and he began, and he stiffened, cock buried deeply inside her. It pulsed, bathing her inner walls with his white-hot release.

“You’re mine, Eva,” he growled, his voice more animal than man as his teeth grazed her shoulder. “Never forget that. Because, believe me, I never will.”

Chapter Six

Hunger woke Eva.

Not the normal kind of hunger either. She was used to the midnight munchies, where her body craved chocolate or that leftover cream cake from the bakery down the road (she made cupcakes, cream cakes were a whole different level of decadence), but this was different.

She’d never felt this kind of gut-wrenching
ache
for food. Groaning, she turned on her side and tried not to wake Alex. On his back, sprawled over the bed, he’d finally let them both rest after the… fourth, or was it fifth time he’d claimed her? Whichever, she’d lost count. Her body was pleasantly sore in places she had no clue existed and she felt… yeah, thoroughly fucked.

She would be sound asleep, like he was, but for the hunger that clawed at her stomach like something inside determined to rip its way out through her ribcage.

“Ugh,” she moaned, easing herself to the side of the bed to sit up.

Upright was no better. In fact, it was worse. The room spun, the dead roses on the bedside table wandering in and out of darkness. She frowned and focused on them. Her senses were far more acute since the accident. Before she would have been mostly blind in the darkness, but now she saw pretty much perfectly. Well enough to decide those roses, long dead and dried, really needed replacing.

But that was the least of her worries as her stomach cramped again, almost toppling her off the bed. She clutched at it and grimaced. It felt like period cramps, but higher and a thousand times worse. Even now she could feel her body starting to shake. A warning. She needed to eat or she’d pass out.

Pushing herself to her feet, she staggered to the closet. Her old clothes were still there. Alex really hadn’t been kidding when he’d said he’d kept the place as it was. Good, perhaps that meant the kitchen would be stocked. At least, she hoped it wasn’t all old food in there… that would suck, big time. Grabbing a robe, she slipped it on and made her faltering way downstairs.

Not bothering to turn on the lights, she stumbled to the fridge. Cake, she needed cake. Or chocolate. Anything to fill the gaping hole where her stomach was. Yanking the door open, she practically fell inside, the smell of the food within making her growl with need.

Alex had kept the fridge well stocked. Thank god. She reached for a chocolate cake, her favorite, and her stomach rumbled. As she lifted it, the sickly-sweet smell of chocolate turned her stomach.

Eyes wide, she shoved the cake back and just looked at it. A world where she couldn’t eat chocolate cake had never occurred to her. Leaning forward, she tried another experimental sniff.

“Ack!” Her stomach threatened to turn itself inside out.

Well… shit. Looked like chocolate was off the menu.

Scanning the fridge, she spotted a platter of cold meats on the bottom. Before she could think, it was out the fridge and she had three slices of ham in her mouth.

“Omhhpfhmygod!”
she exclaimed as she chewed.

It tasted so good. Three more slices and chicken followed as she practically inhaled the cold cuts. Was this some kind of gourmet platter or something? She’d never had cold meats that tasted so awesome.

The plate clattered in the sink, already forgotten as she went back for more. She stripped the substance from a meat pie, leaving the pastry and dissected scotch eggs the same way. Slices of roast chicken lasted all of a minute until, finally, there was nothing savory left in the fridge.

She looked at the pile of empty plates in dismay.

She wasn’t a wolf, she was a damn pig.

A small sound, like the scuff of a shoe on the floor, brought her head snapping up. Her hackles rose. There was someone outside. Reaching out, she plucked a knife from the block. A cleaver, it was nice and weighty in her hand. Padding toward the door, her bare feet were silent and she plastered herself against the wall. Her ears strained for any sound beyond the wood and glass.

There. Again. Just the slightest sound, like someone trying to be stealthy.

Cleaver raised, she yanked the door open then flicked the light switch. “Hold it right there, you son of a bitch!”

The light poured out the door, catching the culprit red-handed.

“Hey! No need for that,” the tall blonde stumbled backward, arm raised to protect her eyes from the light.

Eva dropped her arm. “Isabella? What are you doing out there?”

“I saw the light and was checking for burglars.” The lycan woman straightened, squinting in the stream of light until she adjusted to it.

Eva had to stop her lip curling back. She hadn’t liked Isabella from the moment she’d met her, but overnight that dislike had strengthened. All she wanted to do was launch at the woman with the cleaver, hit her again and again until blood ran and the anger inside her was sated.

Obviously not being able to eat chocolate had affected her more than she realized. She wasn’t normally a violent or confrontational person, but right now, she’d argue with her own fingernails.

“As you can see, there’s no burglar. So you can go, bye.” She’d already started to close the door on the woman when Isabella shoved her foot in the gap.

“What?” She glared at the lycan woman. “In case you hadn’t noticed, it’s the middle of the freaking night and some of us want to sleep.”

A strange expression crossed Isabella’s face. She flicked a glance behind Eva, then moved closer and lowered her voice. “Is Alex here?”

“Not that it’s any of your business, but yeah. Why?” Eva frowned, something in the woman’s manner not sitting right. Rather than arrogant and full of herself as she had been, Isabella seemed scared.

“Listen, I know where he has your brother.”

“Brother?”

Eva blinked. Holy shit, she’d forgotten about Davie. Like completely and totally forgotten. How the hell had she done that? How
could
she do that?

“You’d forgotten, hadn’t you?” Isabella smiled tightly. As Eva let go of the door, she pushed it open more, a wary eye still on the door that led deeper into the house. Eva shivered a little in the cool air, chilled in the thin robe.

“Yeah… I don’t know how.”

Isabella snorted, but the sound held bitter amusement. “He’s the alpha. He can make you forget stuff. And make you do stuff you wouldn’t normally do. Why do you think no one argues with him?” She bit her lip. “Sorry, you already saw that bit. Pack justice.”

“Yeah. You all saw me take my licks for disobedience.” Her mood soured. A woman had called for more. Had that been Isabella?

She shook her head. “Not me. I’ve been on guard all evening, but I heard the others talking. I can’t believe he did that to you. Especially when you haven’t manifested a wolf.”

Eva folded her arms, keeping hold of the cleaver. Sure, Isabella might have been a full lycan with the ability to have fangs in her throat within seconds, but there was no way she would make it easy.