To Kill a Wolf: BBW Werewolf Erotic Romance (North Wolves Novella Series Book 1) (4 page)

The stark pain in her eyes
clawed at Andrew. He tried to hold her but she snatched her clothes
off the floor and backed away.

She wasn't shivering
anymore. Instead, her stance was rigid and her gaze was steely.
“Let me dress.” She swallowed hard but she didn't
falter. Clutching her clothes to her chest, she said, “I'll go
out with you to face your pack. I tried to assassinate their Alpha.
The Thunderfalls pack has the right to know my crime, and decide my
sentence.” She looked away for an instant. “You don't
have to send my body back to the Dark Moon pack. They...wouldn't
want it. I know I don't have the right to ask for anything, but...my
mother was buried near Northwood forest, and I'd like to be near her.
If you could bury me...”

“Bury you?” he
snarled. “You think I'm going to kill you?”

“Aren't you?”

His look was murderous but
she didn't flinch. “And...thank you, Andrew,” she rushed
on, giving him a tremulous smile.

“Thank you?” he
spat in anger and belief. “What the hell are you thanking me
for?”

“For your kindness,
and your pack's hospitality. I know that all the pure-blooded
werewolves in the Manor could smell my human scent the instant I
walked through your doors. But none of the Thunderfalls wolves
turned up their noses at me. Not one of them looked at me with
disdain and disgust. They welcomed me warmly and treated me with
respect and courtesy. I have never been the recipient of such
courtesy and kindness before.” She sighed softly. “Even
if it's just for a little while, it's so nice, to finally feel
wanted. And worthy. So...thank you.”

It was impossible to tell
what Andrew was feeling. His expression darkened at her words, and
his eyes blazed as he stalked towards her. She saw a terrible,
uncontrollable fire burning in the depths of his amber eyes, and she
clutched her crumpled clothes tightly to her bare chest.

Raw pain and fury, disbelief
and shock swirled in his eyes as he grabbed her.

“You think that you're
not worthy, not wanted?” His look was murderous.

She grimaced but didn't look
away. “No one would want me. No werewolf would want me
anyway.” She shrugged.

“I want you, Leah. I.
Want. You. The moment I saw you, I wanted you. And I want you
more than ever now. My wolf is clawing at me, trying to get to you.
My wolf wants you. And I want you. As a man. A lover,” he
growled.

Her eyes widened.
“You...can't be serious.”

“If you let me, I'll
show you just how serious I am.”

She scowled at him. Was he
taunting her, testing her, making fun of her?

Well, two could play at that
game.

“Fine. If you want
me, you may have me,” she declared haughtily, jerking her head
up. Dropping her clothes to the floor, she said in a clear, strong
voice, “If you want me, then take me, Andrew.”

She took a deep breath and
waited, feeling her face flush with embarrassment and disappointment.
She had called his bluff, hadn't she? He didn't really want her.
No one wanted her.

His movements were so fast
she didn't even have time to cry out. In a flash, he swept her up in
his arms and carried her to the bed. He covered her mouth with his
and kissed her long and hard. His kiss was deep, demanding and
urgent, but his touch was gentle. His large hands moved slowly down
her body, cupping her breasts and softly kneading them. His touch,
his kiss ignited an inferno in her core, and she was helpless to
resist him. She moaned into his mouth as he circled her nipples with
his thumbs and teased them relentlessly. When she arched her back,
he kissed and sucked his way down her neck and began to suckle her
greedily. Her nipples were now throbbing and aching, and she wanted
more, needed more.

Still suckling her, Andrew
parted her legs and massaged her clit with his hand. She blinked and
gasped at the scorching pleasure burning through her body. She had
never felt like this before. She had never been so aware of her
body, of her femininity. She was all woman, all aching want and
desire. It felt as if every nerve ending was on fire, torturing and
tormenting her out of her senses. Andrew slowly slipped one finger
into her and her muscles clenched around him.

“So tight,” he
gritted out, sliding his finger very gently in and out of her.
“Spread wider for me, Leah.”

She sucked in a breath and
pushed her thighs wider apart with her hands. “That's it,”
he growled. “You are...beautiful, Leah. Hot and wet, and so
fucking beautiful.”

His mouth landed on her
quivering pussy and she lost all thought. She had to bite her lip to
stop herself from crying out at the intense pleasure of his tongue
and lips on her. He pleasured her thoroughly, taking his time to
taste her and coax more of her juices from her. Murmuring against
her pussy lips, he licked languidly down her folds, and slipped her
swollen clit between his lips to suck it. She felt him push two
fingers into her and this time, it didn't hurt. It felt good, so
damn good.

“Andrew...” she
panted, raising her head from the pillow. “Please, I want you
inside me. I...need you. Take me now...”

With a snarl, he stood and
tore his clothes off. Her eyes widened at the size and length of
him. She had never had a man before, and a man this size
might...hurt her. But she kept her legs spread for him. She knew
that even if it hurt, it would hurt so good. She wanted to feel him,
feel him fully and deeply, and feel him burning and pulsating inside
her.

She wanted this, more than
anything.

He loomed over her, his hot,
hard body tensed with lust and hunger. He held himself up over her
with his arms on either side of her body. As she trailed her fingers
up his biceps, he growled and lowered his face to her. “You
have no idea what you do to me, do you, Leah?” he snarled into
her ear.

“I have never wanted a
woman like I want you, Leah. It's...unbelievable.” His eyes
narrowed. “I don't think I'm ever going to get enough of you.
I know I'm going to want you again and again.” He shook his
head, frowning. “This has never happened before,” he
mumbled half to himself. “I have never wanted a female so
intensely before.”

She gazed up at him and
whispered, “And I have never had a man before.”

He inhaled sharply at her
confession.

“I am your first.”

Biting her lower lip, she
nodded shakily.

He grabbed her arms hard.
“And I—will be your last,” he snarled.

She stared up at his grim,
handsome face and felt the sting of tears at the back of her eyes,
but she blinked them away quickly. “Yes,” she whispered.
Because after tonight, I will be dead.

Raising a hand to his face,
she cupped his jaw and let her fingers brush over the chiseled planes
of his face. Was this a dream? A cruel, taunting dream?

Her pack thought that she
was a joke, a disgrace. They made fun of her, insulted her, laughed
at her. But it seemed that fate had decided to make fun of her as
well. She had met the man of her dreams, and was lying in his bed,
in his arms. But when this night was over, he would be gone from her
forever.

She didn't know what the
Thunderfalls wolves would do to her. Kill her, or send her back to
the Dark Moon pack with a declaration of war? Either way, her life
was over. And she realized with a bitter laugh that she hadn't had
much of a life anyway.

Her pathetic, miserable life
started and ended with this night.

She would make the most of
this last night. She wanted to feel everything, and she wanted to
feel everything with him.

“You are real,”
she said in wonder, holding his rugged face in both hands. “And...”
She glanced down. “Very big.”

He smirked. “And you
will take every inch of me into your body. And feel how real this
is.”

Andrew felt her tense as he
poised his cock at her opening. He saw her throat move as she
blinked up at him. Her green eyes were wide and trusting, and he
slowly let out the breath he didn't realize he was holding.

She had just admitted to him
that she was a virgin. No male had ever had the honor and
mind-blowing pleasure of entering her hot, lush body. He had never
taken a virgin to his bed before. All the she-wolves he'd bedded had
been experienced and lusty, just out for one night of fun and games.
No attachments, no promises, no complications. Just sex.

But Leah...Leah was
different.

She was so precious to him.
She was young, fragile, trusting. She'd trusted her pack to look out
for her. She had been starved of attention and was so desperate for
acceptance that she'd jumped headlong into this foolish mission.

He had to be careful, very
careful with her.

He wasn't sure he could be
gentle with her though. He wanted to take her hard, fuck her hard
and fast and make her scream.

Andrew inched slowly into
her. He held her eyes as he pushed himself deeper into her body.
She whimpered and shuddered, feeling him stretch her walls painfully.
She was too tight. He wasn't even halfway in and her channel felt
like a vice around his cock, clamping around him like an iron grip.

“Leah,” he
grated, leaning forward to stroke her nipples with his fingers. He
rubbed and pinched her nipples until they were hard and erect. She
was starting to pant, and he could feel her juices squirting from
her. She was wet enough.

Wet and tight. She was
killing him. She felt so damn good.

“Leah...” he
rasped, sliding deeper into her. He cupped her buttocks in his palms
and raised her hips to him. Then he drove into her and buried
himself to the hilt inside her pussy.

She cried out, and a small
tear leaked from the corner of her eye. He bent down and kissed the
tear away, murmuring into her hair. He kept kissing and stroking her
until he felt her relax in his arms. Very gently, he slid himself in
and out of her body.

“Did I hurt you?”
he asked softly.

She shook her head and
writhed beneath him. “I didn't know that it would feel so
good, and so...intimate.” She blushed and lowered her eyes.

Andrew touched her lips with
his thumb. “Sex is intimate,” he said. “But
this—is more than sex. I'm going to mark you, Leah.”

He hooked her leg over his
shoulder and looked down. His cock was coated with her juices, and
her pussy lips were pink and glistening. The sight made him harder
and he felt his balls tighten.

Pulling her up to him, he
latched his mouth on her breast and laved his tongue hard across her
nipple. Her body shuddered, and she let out short, sharp cries. He
tilted his thrusts as he pounded into her so that his crotch rubbed
against her engorged clit with each thrust. Capturing her dark, long
nipples between his fingers, he tugged at them as he stroked her
pussy with his cock.

“Oh, please...don't
stop...” she begged just before she threw back her head and
screamed his name.

Her walls pulsed and
tightened around him as she rode the crest of a powerful orgasm. He
moved harder and faster inside her, prolonging and intensifying her
pleasure. “Oh, Andrew...” she whispered, her arms
sliding down from his shoulders to fall on either side of her head.

He had taken her bareback,
and it felt so fucking good. But he had to be fair to her. She
wasn't his mate. It wouldn't be right to impregnate her, even though
he wanted to.

The thought of pumping his
seed into her and making her belly swell with his pup almost made him
come right there and then. But he held back and forced himself to
withdraw. Leaning over to his bedside table, he fished out a condom
from the drawer and jerked it on. Spreading her legs, he entered her
again, and this time, he didn't hold back.

He pounded into her
furiously, and she groaned as he grabbed her bouncing breasts and
squeezed. He saw that she loved what he was doing to her. Her body
was so sensitive, so responsive to his touch, his kisses.

“Oh Andrew, I...”
She gasped and climaxed suddenly and forcefully. With a roar, he
finally let go and took his release. He kept thrusting as he
ejaculated thick jets of his hot, milky seed. Yanking her up to him,
he tilted her head back to bare her throat for his bite. Sinking his
teeth into the curve where her neck flowed into her shoulder, he bit
down into her soft flesh. She gasped and her body jerked as another
wave of pleasure slammed into her.

He continued moving,
stroking in a steady rhythm as he bit her. As she wrung the last
drop of his semen from him, there was only one thought in his mind.

Every night.

He wanted this every single
night.

He wanted her.

He had marked her. She now
wore his mark and his scent, but he hadn't claimed her.

It was too soon to claim
her.