Tamed by the Mistress: BBW/Alpha Male Werewolf Romantic Erotica (Smut-Shorties Book 13) Read online

  And he knew her, he had to. His words, the fact he could talk at all, said he remembered her.

  “Yes,” she whispered, cupping his face to make him look at her. “All yours, Archer. Why don’t you take what you want? Take what you need…”

  If she could just get him to fuck her, the feral urges would turn carnal. Sure, it would likely be a swift, hard and fast coupling, but worth it to save him.

  Save him? That’s what this is about? Sure it’s got nothing to do with his big cock and body to die for? the little voice in the back of her head taunted. She ignored it. Yeah, she’d been looking forward to round two since their night together. To feel his thick, hard cock filling her again. Because there were men, there were wolves…and then there was Archer. The man was, in a word, gifted.

  Keeping eye contact, she dropped her hands to the central clasp on her bra. Hooking a finger in her ample cleavage, she unclipped it. His eyes flared with darkness as her breasts were freed. A soft rumble filled the air and he reached out. She sucked in a breath, steeling herself for roughness, but his touch was feather light, almost reverent as he cupped the twin mounds in his big hands.

  A breath whispered from her lips when his thumbs found her nipples. Rolled them under the callused pads. They beaded into tight buds almost immediately and she arched her back, letting him touch his fill. He was tall, with huge hands compared to her tiny stature. Although she wasn’t slender and waiflike like most lycan women, nature having given her enough curvature for three she-wolves, he somehow made her feel tiny and delicate. Feminine and desirable. Even half mad with moon fever, he touched her like she was breakable.

  She liked it. A lot.

  “Mine,” he growled again, bending down to take one beaded nipple into his mouth. The warm wetness surrounded her and weakened her knees. Fireworks surged through her blood, bursts of heat warming her body through before settling in her stomach. He sucked and a line of fire arrowed from her nipple to her clit. Unable to help it, her hips bucked against him where they were pressed together. The thick, hard ridge of his cock prodded her belly and she whimpered. From having all the control in this situation, she was rapidly losing it.

  A big hand slid around her waist, pulling her from the wall and against him. She didn’t resist as he bent her backward, her hair snagging on the rough wall behind. So much power, so much strength…he could snap her in half without breaking a sweat. Her fingers curled into claws, her still-human nails digging into the hard muscles. He growled against her breast, the delicious vibration making her toes curl. Lifting his head, he left a trail of rough, biting kisses as he made his way to her lips.

  His mouth covered hers. His tongue drove in to plunder the depths of her mouth even as his hands slid down her body. Strong fingers tangled in the sides of her panties and pulled tightly. Ripped them from her in one quick jerk. Shivers raced over her skin as she stood naked before him. But he didn’t leave her like that for long. Stepping forward, he pinned her against the wall with his body. She gasped and squirmed, turned on by the dichotomy of the rough, cold wall and the hard, heated skin.

  She was about to get fucked against a wall. Again. What was it with him and walls?

  He pulled back to nip her lip and she gasped, losing her train of thought when he slid a big hand down the side of her leg. Without warning, he hooked the back of her knee and lifted. Off balance, she clutched at his shoulders. Then he pressed against her, his denim-clad cock pressed right where she needed him and she was forced to tighten her hold to avoid falling.

  She slid a hand down the front of his body to cup his cock through the fabric. Her fingers nimble, she worked the zipper. He let her, watching her through animal eyes beautiful in their intensity. When the closure was fully opened, he sprang from confinement to fill her hand.

  “Yes, that’s it,” she whispered as she stroked him. He moaned, pure pleasure on his face.

  “This…mine,” he rasped with another roll of his hips, his lips bare inches from hers. “Female…mine.”

  She swallowed, nodding mutely. Even from here she could tell his fangs had descended, changing the words to something almost not human. More a snarl. Shit. She needed to divert his attention or the beast would erupt and she would be in a fight for her life. She would win if it came to that, but only because she’d been a wolf all her life, and it would still be a close call. Alpha she-wolf versus newly made alpha male was not a battle she wanted to pick. Not if she could avoid it.

  “Yours, Archer.” She stroked again, but he crowded closer, trapping her hand and his cock between their bodies. He growled, the snap of his fangs making her flinch and within a heartbeat, he captured both her hands, pinning them above her head to hold her captive.

  “Take me.” She didn’t look away as he looked down at her, his eyes burning with heat. Please let her reach the man inside. “Archer, make me yours.”

  Chapter Three

  Permission. The little female in his arms had given permission. Those words Archer understood, even if he didn’t fully know why he needed to hear them. He was bigger and stronger than the woman so he could take what he wanted…what his body craved. Something held him back though, wouldn’t let him spread her legs and drive inside her.

  Not until he’d heard the words.

  Now, he had.

  With a snarl, he pulled her captured leg higher, keeping her open between him and the concrete wall. With a bend of his knees, he rubbed his erect shaft against her. The slickness of her pussy lips and the musk of her arousal around him almost did him in. That scent, so familiar it teased at his memory, surrounded him and drew him under her spell.

  He shook his head, trying to ignore it and fitted the head of his cock against the entrance to her pussy. With a push, he entered her and groaned, dropping his head back. She was so tight, he almost came on the spot. Instead, he paused, lifting his head. Had he hurt her?

  “That’s it,” she moaned, expression tight with pleasure. “Please, Archer, more. Give me more.”

  Oh, he had no problem with more. No problem at all. Bending to kiss her throat, he pulled back a fraction to push again. His cockhead slid another half inch inside her. Gritting his teeth against the bliss of her intimate grip, he did it again and again. She moaned and wriggled while he did so, bearing down and impaling herself on his cock in a way that nearly stole what was left of his mind. He knew there was something wrong with him, something different, but while she was in his arms, he didn’t care.

  Nothing mattered except getting deeper inside her. Deeper and deeper, until he didn’t know where she ended and he began. Until the tension and rage in his body were expended into her silken depths.

  His hand tight on her wrists and the other holding her thigh, he worked himself inside her in hard little thrusts until he was seated to the hilt. Balls pressed against her, he stopped for a moment, savoring the throb of her cunt around him. Tight walls clasped him in a firm grip and a wave of protectiveness washed over him. She was so tiny, delicate. He felt like an animal with the things he wanted to do to her, with the force of the need that surged through him.

  Not that it stopped him. Her soft pants and moans, the way she clung to him, all conspired to destroy any semblance of control before he managed to muster it. The fury inside saw to that, latching onto his lust and fueling it. Unable to help himself, knowing he should wait until she’d gotten used to his length and width, he pulled back and drove into her. It felt so good he did it again. Then again.

  “Yes…like that. Please …” She arched her back and drove herself onto his cock. He swore, his balls ready to explode. If there were medals for sheer eroticism, then this woman would win them. She writhed in his arms, pussy greedy for his cock and her little noises made him feel like a sex god.

  “You want more?” he growled, letting go of her hands in favor of cupping her ass and pulling her hips from the wall. Braced between it and his hips, she was caught, at the mercy of his body and anything he wanted to do to her.

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��Yes…more,” she demanded. An order he was happy to comply with. With a grunt, he set up a strong, fast rhythm, holding her steady to fuck her even as he admired the sight she presented. Long dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, rounded breasts that jiggled with each hard thrust over a waist that flared out into full hips and voluptuous thighs. Just the sight of her brought more blood surging to his dick buried deep inside her.

  “As the lady wishes,” he increased his pace, reveling in the slap of skin on skin and the sounds of sex that filled the small room. Her nails bit into his shoulders, not enough to hurt but more than sufficient to make him growl in need.

  “Keep doing that,” he begged, his voice ragged. He looked into her eyes and the fog in his memory lifted. “Reena…”

  *

  He knew her. The words were backed by recognition in his eyes, which was then overwhelmed by a wash of heat. He flicked a glance down to where their bodies joined and smiled, that quirky little expression she remembered from their night together. It never failed to get her hot.

  “Welcome back, handsome,” she muttered, the sound lost on a moan when he rolled his hips against hers. Pleasure was a delicious distraction, but she forced herself to focus on him. “Remember your name?”

  “Archer.” He smiled, a wicked glint in his eyes and surged into her again, filling her completely with the thick, hard cock she’d been craving for days. “Want my inside leg measurement as well?”

  “Ohhh…No, I think I got that,” she managed and rocked her hips, angling for more penetration. He filled her as no one else had, and it was addictive. So addictive.

  “Good. How about this?” His teeth, now human blunt, flashed a wide grin. The soft moan slipped from her lips as he pulled back and filled her again.

  “Oh…yes… Shut up and do it more.”

  “Lock your ankles behind me.” His order was low and he easily lifted her from the wall to slide both hands up her back. Sensation coursed through her body as gravity slid her down his cock. He was big, and even though she was slick and wet, she still felt every ridge and vein as he pressed against her inner walls.

  “You like this, don’t you, Mistress?” he rasped, lips seeking the spot below her ear that made her melt. “You like being told what to do and fucked senseless.”

  She shivered, quaking in his arms. The words reached into her subconscious and triggered that part of her she tried so hard to hide. The part she needed to conceal to make everyone buy into the big, mean she-wolf, alpha of the city act. Only with him could she relax and let go, allow someone else to take the lead, if only for a little while.

  “Tell me,” he whispered in her ear, altering his position to slide a hand between them. His clever fingers stroked her clit at the same moment her back hit the wall. She couldn’t speak for the pleasure that coursed through her, spiraling out from her aching clit with each rub. “Tell me. Or you don’t come.”

  She bit back her moan, meeting his eyes. The command in them was absolute. “I don’t care that you’re the Mistress of the City. This,” he rocked his hips forward, shoving his cock deeper into her as he stroked her clit, “this is all mine…you’re mine. You only come when I say. Understand?”

  “No! Now!” she growled, fighting her and her wolf’s need to roll over and submit to this dominant male.

  He slid his arm up her back, between her shoulder blades and grabbed the hair at the back of her neck. Holding her still, he claimed her lips, plundering them with such devastating thoroughness her thoughts scattered. When he lifted his head, she could barely remember her own name.

  “Not ‘no’ to me.” His eyes flashed dangerously. Human brown, but just as dangerous as if they’d been amber. Brown meant he completely controlled his wolf just hours into transformation. Unheard of. Sexy as hell. “I know who you are, what you are…you can be all that out there, I don’t care…I’ll obey your every command. But in here with me, you’re mine. And I’m going to fuck you until you scream my name. Then I’m going to fuck you again, because I can. Are. We. Clear?”

  She nodded, as much as she could with his hand in her hair, and he smiled. “Good.”

  Pressure slicked over her clit again and she bit her lip to keep from crying out. Holding her gaze pinned with his, he began to move. Fucked her with long, deliberate strokes. Prickly heat flooded her veins, little pinpricks of sensation that built the need inside her. Her pussy clenched around his invading shaft, the tension nearly unbearable. Her body quivered as she struggled to hold it in and not to come. He tortured her with pleasure. Drew her responses tight, pushed her almost to the end, only to leave her poised there, right on the brink.

  His thrusts became harder, his pupils dilating with desire. She whimpered, the scent of her arousal surrounding them like an exotic perfume. His joined it, an erotic charging of a male in his prime.

  “Fuck,” he growled, surging into her. “I love the way your pussy grips my dick.”

  The ability to form words was lost under his command not to come. She fought it, but it was no good…the wave was too high. The moan slipped from her lips before she could stop.

  “Shhhh, babe,” he soothed, pressing her back against the wall. “Come for me. Come over my cock, let me feel your heat.”

  His next thrust was hard and fast, but was all it took. With a cry, she shattered. A million pieces spread like stars in the night sky, each one pulsing with pleasure too bright for even a supernova to contain. It obliterated all else, stealing her ability to breathe. One blinding moment of pure ecstasy enveloped her. Her body tensed, pussy clenching as she came in a liquid rush of bliss.

  He barked a cry, his thrusts harder, faster, until the concrete behind her showered them with dust. Each slam of his hips against hers sent new ripples through her pleasure-weakened body. He didn’t last long, just a couple of thrusts before he drove into her and stiffened, throwing his head back and howling his release to the unseen moon far above the basement.

  Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she gathered him close. Closed her eyes as his cock jerked and pulsed deep inside her. It was unlikely for his seed to take root, not with him so new a wolf, but for a moment she allowed herself a small what-if. What if she did get pregnant, what if they did mate…

  “Penny for them?” She blinked as he spoke and found him looking down at her. His eyes were warm but satiated and that lazy contentment she’d first noticed—a big cat kind of lazy rather than lupine—wrapped around him again.

  She liked this. Liked the closeness. With lover’s she’d taken in the past, things had been short and sweet. She certainly hadn’t stuck about to snuggle in case they started to get ideas, not after the first time. Killing a guy you’d fucked was one thing, but to kill one you’d snuggled with damn near broke a girl’s heart.

  But Archer was different.

  She leaned her head against the wall and looked him in the eye. “Did you mean that? About out there?”

  He arched an eyebrow. “About you being Mistress of the City and all that?”

  “Yeah. Obeying me. It can’t have escaped your notice that you’re not exactly an average wolf. I’ve never seen anyone come through transformation this quickly.”

  He lifted her carefully from the wall, the previously forgotten chains clinking as he stood with her in his arms. A shiver worked its way through her as his still solid cock slid back and then deeper into her slick pussy.

  “Yeah. I meant it. I’m…was…a soldier,” his lips whispered against the side of her neck. “I’m used to taking orders and I’ll take yours… Everywhere, apart from when you’re naked in my arms. Then I’ll take you. Then, I’m in control.”

  He pulled back to look at her. “Deal?”

  She smiled and clenched her pussy around him. “Deal. So what next, Master?”

  The End

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