The Werewolf Mega-Bundle 2 (Ten BBW Paranormal Erotic Romance Stories) (2 page)

She had tried calling her parents to ask for help, but they hadn’t been able to spare any cash. It seemed like such a petty amount - $200 – but to her, it was the difference between having a place to live and being out on the street somewhere.
I’ll bet Mr. Robinson spends $200 on lunch alone,
she thought as she dusted one of the old antique shelves in his private sitting room.
He would never have to worry about something like this.

The sitting room was the last room that she had to clean for the day, and she absentmindedly planned dinner as she worked. Being winter, it was already cold and dark outside, and she figured it was the perfect opportunity to make a nice roast.
Too bad all I can afford right now is Ramen.

As she continued to dust, she hummed to herself along with the song she was listening to, and her voice suddenly caught in her throat as she spied something out of the corner of her eye.
Is that what I think it is?
she wondered, moving closer to it. On a nearby cabinet, there was a large white envelope with an enormous stack of cash sitting on top of it.

Looking over her shoulder to make sure that no one was around to see her, she carefully picked up the stack of cash and tried to count it.
God… there must be something like fifty grand here,
she thought, her eyes widening. She had never seen so much money in one place in her entire life.
Why would Mr. Robinson just leave this around?

Ella knew she should put the cash down where she had found it, but something was stopping her.
All I need is $200. I could just take it, and he probably wouldn’t even notice it was missing from such a huge sum of money,
she thought, chewing her lip as she mulled it over.

I know it’s a terrible thing to do, but I’m desperate. As soon as I get my first pay-check, I’ll figure out a way to pay it back,
she decided, and quickly pulled two hundred-dollar notes from the top of the stack before placing it back on the envelope. Just as she went to tuck the notes into her pocket, the sitting room light suddenly turned off, and she heard a low growl from somewhere behind her.

She froze for a second as her mind raced with confusion and guilt, and then whirled around. In the darkness, she could see the outline of an enormous dog sitting on its haunches at the door.
When did Mr. Robinson get a dog?
she wondered, but as her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she saw it properly and dropped the money to the floor in shock.
Wait… dogs don’t have glowing yellow eyes. It’s a wolf!

Her heart pounding with fear, she slowly backed away to the far end of the room, her eyes trained on the wolf the whole time. She had no idea how such a creature had managed to get into such a highly-secure mansion, but it was definitely right there in front of her, staring her down and slowly padding towards her.

She was trying to remain outwardly calm so as not to provoke the beast, but her mind was screaming at her.
Run, run, run!

The wolf edged ever closer, its yellow eyes seeming to burn even brighter as it approached. Suddenly it snarled and bared its fangs, and before she knew it, it was lunging at her and sending her flying backwards onto the polished wooden floorboards. Winded, Ella gasped for air as the wolf pinned her down, and she squeezed her eyes shut in terror.

“Please!” she whimpered, despite knowing it probably didn’t understand her. “Just… let me leave!”

The wolf’s warm breath caressed her throat, and the analytical part of Ella’s petrified mind noted that it smelled of mint.
Wait… mint?
Her eyes flew open, and to her surprise, the wolf was gone. She was being held down by none other than Mr. Robinson himself.

“What… what are you?” she asked, her voice quavering.

“What does that matter? I think the more important question is… why are you stealing from me?” he growled, his voice even deeper and more gravelly than she remembered.

“I’m sorry!” she gasped. “I… I was about to get evicted from my house and I needed $200 to stop that from happening, and then I saw the money just sitting there. I thought you couldn’t possibly miss it, and I was going to think of a way to pay it back, I swear!”

He continued to glare down at her as his strong arms pinned hers to the ground beside her. His eyes were no longer their usual grey-blue; instead, they were the same golden color she had seen in the wolf’s eyes. It finally occurred to Ella what he was.
Mr. Robinson is a werewolf.
As a child, she had been obsessed with books about all kinds of mystical creatures, but she had never thought they might actually be real.

Conflicting emotions flooded through her mind all at once; fear mixed with guilt, and also a strange sense of enjoyment. Maybe it was just because this was the closest she’d ever been to the gorgeous billionaire, but the rush of warmth between her legs told her otherwise. Being pinned down by the wolf-man was turning her on like never before, and from the burning look in Mr. Robinson’s eyes, she wasn’t the only one who was feeling this way.

Finally, the unfamiliar expression on his face on the day they had met made sense. It was arousal in its purest form… voracious, animal-like and entirely erotic, and it was driving her crazy with desire.
I want him… but how could he want me? I’m not rich like him, or anything like him, really. Maybe I’m just crazy and he’s actually about to eat me. That must be it.

Despite her fear and confusion, she could feel her panties dampening with lusty excitement, and the rush of warmth that was pooling between her legs was delivering some much-needed heat to her body as she lay on the cold floorboards, trapped underneath her billionaire boss.

Still not knowing what she should do, she lay back and let her chest rise and fall with quick, short breaths as Mr. Robinson stared down at her, and then seconds later he took the decision out of her hands with one quick movement. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, and almost immediately, Ella felt as if her entire body had been set ablaze from deep within.

Fireworks seemed to explode throughout her mind, and every nerve ending on her skin was on fire as she closed her eyes and let the billionaire werewolf take firm control, his tongue gliding sensually past her semi-parted lips, seemingly devouring her with his kiss as he explored her mouth and occasionally nipped at her lower lip.

Each time he nipped at her, his tongue would dance across the trail left by his teeth, bathing her lips with more and more heat until Ella felt as if she were being completely consumed by the flames of his desire mixed in with hers. She hadn’t been kissed like this in a long time, and she realized just how much she had been craving a man’s touch…. especially from a powerful, wealthy and gorgeous man like Mr. Robinson. Werewolf or not, he was making her respond like crazy, and that was a rare thing that she knew she had needed for some time now.

Streams of heat began to flow through her body, surging up her spine and flooding her mind with the most intense desire that she had ever felt. Finally, he broke away and stared down at her again, his jaw set in concentration as if he were trying very hard to keep himself composed.

“God, I want you,” he growled. “I have since I first caught your scent and then saw you sitting amongst all those applicants the other day. I knew it was wrong to hire you based on that, and I knew it was inappropriate to try anything. I’ve been trying my hardest to ignore you while you work but it’s gotten too hard. Your delicious scent is everywhere.”

Ella couldn’t help but let out a little gasp at his words.

“But… I stole your money,” she said breathlessly, still afraid of the reprisal she might face due to her behavior.

“We’ll deal with that later,” he murmured, sliding his mouth over her right ear and nibbling on her earlobe. “I need to mate with you. Now.”

A bolt of electricity seemed to shoot up her spine as goose bumps erupted all over the delicate skin of her neck, and Ella turned her head to the side, allowing him more access to her throat. She was still finding it hard to believe that Mr. Robinson, one of the sexiest men she had ever seen and a billionaire to boot, was actually on top of her, pinning her down and declaring his urgent need to have her. Or mate with her… whatever werewolves called it.

“Yes,” she finally whispered, turning back to face him. “I want you too.”

With that, he growled and kissed her again, and then moved his mouth back down to her neck, kissing and nipping at her skin and sending powerful shivers down Ella’s spine. She felt the area between her legs throbbing with wanton need, and let out a soft moan of anticipation as a distinct pressure began to build within her core. Her arms were still pinned by her side, but she desperately wanted to reach up and slide her hands all over his back, rubbing and caressing the tight muscles that lay beneath his shirt.

As his sharp teeth sank into her earlobe again, she let out a yelp and then a gasp as the pain immediately turned to pleasure. She felt Mr. Robinson smile against her neck as he released her arms and slid a hand underneath her, pulling her body slightly up off the floorboards and even closer towards him. Ella was surprised at how easily he supported her weight with his arms, and closed her eyes and threw her head back as her now-freed hands were able to reach around and stroke his back.

His other hand slowly moved over the soft fabric of the sweater she had chosen to wear that day, caressing the soft curves that lay beneath. Ella felt momentarily ashamed of her body, but as she recalled the look of arousal in his eyes earlier, her inhibitions started to melt away until it seemed as if they had never existed at all.

He leaned down and kissed her again, with even more passion and hunger, and Ella found herself returning his kiss with wild abandon, her tongue thrusting into his mouth and entwining with his in a delicious moment before he pulled away and pawed at her sweater.

“Take this off,” he commanded, his voice a deep growl that nearly caught in his throat as he stared down at her with unadulterated lust flickering in his yellow eyes.

She obeyed as he placed her back down on the floorboards, yanking the sweater over her head and kicking her ballet flats off her feet at the same time. As her voluptuous curves came into view, Mr. Robinson growled again and tore his own shirt off, revealing the hard muscles and expanse of dark curly hair that grew across his chest. Ella sighed gratefully as she marveled at the sight of him, and then reached her hands out to touch him again.

He glared at her and grabbed her arms, pinning them to her side again, and Ella turned her head to the side so he wouldn’t see her smiling. In past relationships she had been in, the men had always been lazy and submissive, but the thought of being held down and dominated by a powerful werewolf was making her head spin with pleasure, and she knew that the pressure within her core would be exploding out of her soon.

Her heart was beating crazily as he grabbed her wrists and dragged them up behind her head, and while he used one hand to hold them there, his other hand traced delicate patterns over her breasts as they nestled in the plain black cotton cups of her bra. For a fleeting second Ella wished she had worn sexy lingerie, but there was no way she could have anticipated this, and besides, Mr. Robinson didn’t seem to mind at all.

He pulled one of the cups down, and as her ample breast popped out, she gasped, feeling her delicate pink nipple hardening under his stare. Closing her eyes, she threw her head back again and bit her lip, enjoying the electricity that streamed through her veins as he leaned down and took the nipple in his mouth, drawing tantalizing patterns over it with his warm tongue.

As his mouth played with her breasts, he reached his free hand down over her belly and hips, and then down to her thighs, which were still clad in black pants. He knew exactly what he was doing, and seconds later he was pulling the pants down over her legs and ankles as Ella pretended to struggle beneath him, wanting to tease him as much as possible.

When he had thrown her pants aside, he moved his free hand back up her legs, stroking the soft skin of her inner thighs before moving slowly upwards, getting higher and higher. When they had reached the sensitive line right at the edge of her panties, she squirmed beneath him, nearly moaning at the incredibly ticklish sensation as he stroked his fingers up and down.

Every nerve ending in her body seemed to be on fire again as he slid two fingers into one side of the waistband of her panties and pulled them down, and when they were all the way off, she opened her legs, desperate for him to continue stroking and playing with her. The cool air started to hit the area between her legs, but she was burning with desire so much that she no longer felt the cold of the air or floorboards at all.