The Wolf's Mating Season (BBW Alpha Male Shifter Paranormal Erotica) (2 page)

“Oh god, Tanya. You are so tight!” I grunted as I pumped my cock into her. I hooked an arm under her good leg, lifting it up into the air. I could feel her passage constrict around my swelling cock. I fucked her hard and fast, making her tits bounce around. My breath became short, I was fucking her so fast.

I sped up the pace, until pleasure was the only thing that existed in my head. All thoughts wiped away by an animalistic lust that took me to the very edges of my limit. Sweat beaded my brow as my exertions drove my cock deeper and deeper into Tanya. All I wanted to do was spray her with my seed. She was a luscious young thing, and I was going to make her my mate.

I dipped my head down to her nipple again, taking it into my mouth and sucking hard. I wanted to send Tanya over the edge of bliss. My cock pounded into her ripe, young pussy over and over, rubbing up against her clit as it did. Her moans had turned into and incomprehensible stream of pleasure. Her slit clenched around my engorged cock in spasms as I pushed her over into an earth shattering orgasm.

“Oh god Tanya, I’m going to cum,” I moaned around a mouthful of her breast. My balls clenched, signalling my climax.

“Cole!” she screamed, squirting her juices onto me as we came together. The walls of her slick tunnel clamped down around my cock, milking me as I pumped jets of steamy cum into her pussy. I felt her orgasm roll through her body, sending pleasure to every part of her body. I tossed my head back in a howl as I released ropes of white hot seed into her womb.

Tanya trembled under me as I emptied myself into her. When I pulled out, my cock glistened with her juices and mine. It flopped heavily onto my thigh, still sticky. She rolled onto her side, a trickle of cum spilling out of her battered pussy.

“You were amazing,” she gasped, still recovering from the orgasm I had given her. “Usually the boys don’t know what they’re doing. But you, you just took control.”

“And now you’re mine Tanya,” I said, putting a protective hand onto her belly. Mating season had just begun.

I pulled up to the diner and shut off the car. In the quiet of the morning, I closed my eyes, finding a moment of peace in my surroundings. I knew that today would be a hectic one, as it always was. Minnie’s was an institution in the town of Woodward, and it belonged to my family since the first pioneers had explored this great land. It stood at the edge of the lakefront, with beautiful panoramic views of the surrounding mountains. I knew that I was blessed to be living in such a beautiful landscape.

With one last deep breath, I got out of the car. I grabbed my apron from the backseat. I was technically the morning manager at Minnie’s, but in a place like this, everyone had to pitch in to keep all the mouths fed. We were the town’s main haunt, a place for everyone and anyone to sit and whittle away a Saturday morning.

Suddenly I could hear the gravel crunching behind me. I frowned and turned around. Townsfolk knew that Minnie’s wouldn’t be open for at least another hour. But it wasn’t a local. The two shiny black BMWs that pulled up beside me belonged to Maxwell Lalune, and the sight of it stiffened my back. He was part of the nouveau riche that had moved into Woodward, attracted by the ski slopes and natural beauty to be found in the state. I couldn’t stand them to be honest. They drove up the prices in the surrounding area, making life difficult for us townsfolk.

He was also a developer, and he had big plans for the land that Minnie stood on. Before he had shown up six months ago, there was a hardware store, a small corner shop, and an artisan woodworking store beside us. Now they were closed and sold. We were the last lot standing in the way of his multimillion yacht club.

Truth be told, there was an awful lot of money being offered, but my parents and I agreed that Minnie’s just couldn’t be given up. It was all Woodward had left of itself, and we were a safe haven for the townsfolk who couldn’t afford to eat out for fifty bucks a plate in the fancy hotels and restaurants that had sprung up to cater to the rich.

“Good morning Penny,” Max said, as his driver opened the door to let him out. An assistant followed behind, as well as several more in the other car. Did this guy ever go anywhere without his pack of employees?

“That’s Ms. Archer to you,” I said curtly, crossing my arms. “And we’re not open yet.”

“Yes I know that. It’s why we came this early. You’ve been avoiding my assistants.”

“I can’t help that the diner is so busy.”

“Well, now it’s not. So if I could take up a few minutes of your time…”

“Five minutes.” I said, moving towards the front door. “And you’re going to have to talk while I work.”

There were a million things to do before we could open, but I knew that Maxwell was nothing if not persistent. He was a natural born hunter, endlessly in pursuit of the next business deal. It’s clearly made him millions, though it’s no party being on the receiving end of his attention. Unfortunately, avoiding him hasn’t worked, so it was best to get this over with.

I unlocked the door and stepped inside, not bothering to keep the door open for him. Manners were wasted on men like him. I quashed down the fact that my reaction was in part because I was attracted to him. This man was trying to take away my family’s livelihood, and he’d go for the jugular as soon as he found any weakness.

I flicked on the lights, and started on the first task of the day: tallying supplies in stock for inventory orders. Max followed me inside, but thankfully his lackeys stayed by the car. I walked past the counter and into the back of the kitchen, giving him no chance to stop and talk.

“Ms. Archer, please. If you would just listen to my proposal, I think you’ll find that both our parties can benefit from all this. The yacht club will bring many jobs to the town of Woodward.”

I looked up at him. He leaned against the doorway, hands in the pockets of his tailored suit. I’d never seen a man look so out of place, and yet so at home. Maxwell exuded a natural confidence that was different from the men in town-Less bravado and more tight control. I was used to the men in Woodward, all of whom wouldn’t hesitate to whistle at a busty girl in tight jeans, but Maxwell was something different. He hadn’t looked at my breasts once, and his deadly focus on his work was admirable, even to me.

“So what about my job?” I asked.

“Well, we do plan on having a restaurant within the club,” he replied, sensing an opening. “And I am happy to negotiate job contracts with your staff-provided they have the requisite skills.”

So no flapjacks and burgers then. Somehow I didn’t think that Cody would be up to making foie gras or whatever it is they are planning on having. I pursed my lips tightly. Mr. Lalune was a typical businessman, used to getting his way and having us begging for his scraps. Well I wasn’t going along with it.

“ Don’t bother, Mr. Lalune. We aren’t interested in selling out.”

“Max is fine, and you haven’t heard my price.”

“I don’t need to. We. Aren’t. Selling.”

I pushed past him to get back to the front of the diner. It wasn’t a hard push, just enough to emphasize my point. This conversation was done. But before I could react he had whipped out his hand and grabbed my arm, spinning me around to face him. My eyes widened in surprise.

“Don’t walk away from me,” he growled, lips pulled back in a snarl.

Our gazes charged the air with tension. Then I noticed was that Max’s eyes weren’t like normal eyes. They were a golden amber, flashing like a sunset. In the dim light of the storeroom, they almost glowed. His grip on my hand tightened, until it almost hurt. For a moment, fear curled around my stomach. He wouldn’t dare do anything inappropriate, would he? I glanced nervously to the front of the diner. There wasn’t anyone in here who could hear me scream. My nerves tightened like a guitar string, readying myself for the worst.

I looked back, and blinked confused. The glimmer was gone. His eyes were just a chocolate brown, and he released my hand. Max stepped back, disconcerted.

“What… happened to you?” I whispered…

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Innocence: Under the Wolf's Protection
Interview with the Alpha
Deal with the Alpha
The Wolf's Curvy Midnight Appetite
Claimed by the Alpha
Mated to the Alpha

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