Curve Charm (Paranormal BBW Erotic Romance) (3 page)

His hand brushed along her cheek, cupping her face. "We'll take it slow--"

She shook her head, the dark blonde curls whipping around her face. She wanted it over and done. This wasn't mating or lovemaking -- only ritual fucking. It required neither time nor desire -- just a shield and its penetration.

Dana shook his head in return, denying her any hope of a quick ending. His other hand came up to capture the opposite side of her face and hold her immobile as his fingers trailed down her throat to slip beneath the robe's lapel. He pushed lightly, baring her pale white shoulder.

Shifting his weight, Dana placed one knee on the mattress. He traced her collarbone with one fingertip, the trail descending down between her breasts as his gaze soaked in more of her exposed flesh. Leaning closer, he forced her head to tilt back as his other hand dipped inside the robe to palm her breast.

Heat radiated from his palm, searing her flesh like an open flame. His lips brushing against her cheek, he tugged at her nipple. A kiss followed, just below her ear as he pinched her breast’s swollen peak. "I said slow, baby. All night if that's how long it takes for you come to your senses."

Esme turned her head to stare at the lamp, her vision blurring. She sucked a hard breath in, aching with the knowledge that her own body was complicit with the clan's betrayal. When he touched her, it hurt. When he stopped touching her, it hurt even more.

Dana sank to his knees on the floor. One arm rested along the outside of Esme's thigh, keeping her caged between his body and the headboard as his fingers unknotted the robe's sash. Thinking of all the women he had bedded, their trim, athletic bodies, she reached for the light.

He pushed the lamp out of reach and returned to the knot. "There’s no hiding tonight."

Dana slid the sash from the loops. Fisting the lapels, he guided Esme onto her back. His hand slipped beneath the fabric to possess her hip. His cheek brushed hers, his mouth resting lightly against her ear. "I've always wanted you. You were my first wet dream, baby."

"Don't call me that." Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her body fighting for more air as her lungs constricted inside her.

He shushed her, his grip on her growing more possessive as he tugged her closer. "Children, you said. Do you remember that? You wanted lots and lots of children."

Dana captured her face with both hands, forcing her to look at him as one leg slid across her thighs, his body lightly draping hers. "You wanted the one thing I couldn't give you -- stop punishing me for trying to let you find it elsewhere."

Within the tight confines of his hands, she shook her head. He'd done no such thing! Even if she had wanted another male, human or not, he wouldn't let anyone near her. Already outcast as one of the only humans on the clan's lands, he'd isolated her further, few males stupid or confident enough to dare his fury by getting closer to her. He'd discarded her and made sure no one else would pick her up.

"Love--"

"Don't!" She pushed at his chest. "Don't call me that! Not love, not baby. Finish this so I can be through with you!"

His gaze hardened, the yellow-gold of his irises starting to glow with red embers. A needle of fear pushed into her chest. He wouldn't hurt her. Not physically, not even intentionally. But he had so many ways to make her pay for denying him, whether he knew it or not.

Dana pulled back. Standing, he stripped his shirt off, his hard stare never leaving her. Esme had seen him bare chested before, mostly when healing an injury when Camille was off clan lands. She’d never allowed herself to get lost staring at the sculpted muscles, massive biceps or the brush of gold-brown hair along his chest that narrowed and darkened as it disappeared below his beltline. But never before had he been minutes from mounting her.

"Roll over," he commanded.

Lips trembling, Esme closed her eyes and rolled onto her stomach. His hands swiftly stripped the robe from her and she shut her eyes more tightly, so tight light danced against the inside of her eyelids. He pushed her knees up under her, her ass elevated in the air in a pose of submission. Still in his pants, his feet on the floor, Dana leaned over her. One hand smoothed along the curve of her bottom as his teeth gently sank into her shoulder. He licked the spot he had just bit, his tongue moving in sync with the glide of his fingers against her lower lips.

"
Not
love, you're wet."

There --
not
love, mocking her arousal -- that was him hurting her as only he could.

"I'm going to take what I've always wanted from you,
not
baby." His callused fingertips found her clit, bullied it with soft strokes along its length. "At my pace."

He pinched the clit, making Esme gasp with need and surprise. The sweet rub of his fingers resumed, his voice rumbling through his chest as he taunted her. "Again and again, I'm going to take it from you."

Yes.
She couldn't say it, but the word rang inside her, low and with its own insistent throb.

Dana stepped back to strip the rest of his clothes away. When he returned, she felt the wet rub of his cock as he trailed the head along the inside of her thigh. His body oozed a slow, thick stream of pre-cum that he marked the back of her legs with before his hands took up their slow tease of her pussy once more. He kissed her lower back, center spine and moving up as he increased the pressure against her clit.

"Getting wetter,
not
love." He kissed her throat, sucked at the flesh until she was sure he had bruised her. Her ass started to wiggle, her hips taking shallow thrusts she couldn't control. He rubbed his forearm against her slit, soaking the soft brush of his body hair with her juices. "That tight little pussy is absolutely leaking,
not
baby."

Esme pressed her face against the mattress, her arms under her and wrapped around her stomach in a futile attempt to contain her need. Dana stepped behind her, his thick cock sliding easily between her plump, lubricated thighs to rub against her pussy. His fingers smeared her juices up between the heavy cheeks of her ass, over the clenched pucker of her anus. He bent down behind her, his tongue following the same path, teasing the entrance to her pussy, sliding across the smooth skin of her perineum to rim that other hole.

She whimpered, her whole body relaxing in a single hot rush before she clenched her muscles tight in denial. She felt the soft rumble of laughter against her backside. He took a small nip of her lush bottom then thumbed her cunt, stretching the hole open to admit his tongue. She jerked, her body rocking forward for an instant before slamming back to meet his face. Another bite along her bottom, a little harder, more demanding. His fingers smeared more of her juices between her cheeks, the tips growing bolder.

"Look at me, Esme."

There was no denying the command in his voice. His dominance curled like a fist around her spinal cord, jerking her head until she faced him, eyes open and glaring. He glared back, the red-gold irises trying to stare her into complete surrender.

"It's gonna break hard -- you're gonna break hard," he warned, "if you don't stop fighting."

He stroked his hand along his dick, drawing her gaze to its mouthwatering size and teasing another squeaky whimper from her throat. Pre-cum still oozed from the fat crown. Dana rubbed his sticky fingers against her breasts, thumbed it across her nipple and along her stomach, marking her as his. Heaven help any man that came near her while his scent still lingered.

Esme pushed at his hand, her stare hardening. She wasn't his, didn't want marked, didn't want the memory of him on her skin. Growling, he bent down, grabbed his pants and pulled a small wrapped disk from one pocket.

"You can't!" He couldn't claim her with the latex on. The instructions had been clear. His skin against hers for that moment of contact before he obliterated her shield or her sacrifice was wasted.

"I know." His gaze grew more predatory. A wolfish smile shaped his mouth as he rolled the condom down his heavy shaft. He gently caressed the opening of her pussy. "I'm not taking your sweet cunt,
not
love. Not yet."

The smile broadened, a hint of fang showing as his hand moved up her perineum. "I'm taking something else entirely."

"No." She barely got the word out, her throat constricting to trap the air in her lungs.

"Yes." He moved behind her, his hands heavy on her hips as he pulled her to him. "You're not driving this train tonight, Ems."

He rubbed his cock between her labia, her heavy juices soaking the latex. He bent one last time, his face pressed between the globes of her ass, his tongue teasing the hole into relaxing as his hand drew more moisture from her and coated his dick.

"No," she whispered, pleasure tightening her chest as Dana pushed in, the wide head stretching her slow and steady, forcing admission with a dip and roll that left her quivering. Her opening accepted him, swallowed the whole head and sucked at the shaft as she started to moan.

Dana draped his torso across her back, his forearm against her belly, his fingers parting her labia to tease her front and back. "Every inch of your body belongs to me tonight."

He started to push against her, a light bounce that dragged his cock back and forth through her, his fingers rigid against her clit as she slid up and down their length, moaning, rolling, holding back her pleas of harder, faster. She panted against the linen bedspread, her breath tinted blue with the magic that uncoiled inside her. More blue light seeped from her pores, her pussy, each moan bent and hued as it left her.

Dana growled, the deep throb of Esme's cunt telling him she was close to surrendering her first climax to him. "Every inch." He pressed his lips against her shoulder, the fangs denting her skin before he kissed along the back of her neck. "Mine."

He growled. "Always."

His claim made, Esme's release thundered through her body. Her ass tightened around his dick, milked its surface for the tactile pleasure offered by each contoured vein and hard ridge as the flared head hooked and pulled inside her. His, completely, utterly, but only for the moment. She refused to give him more than that.

Dana slowly eased out. With no bulge of a knot in his thick girth, she knew he hadn’t been close to climax. Whatever pleasure he had derived from mounting like that, he had wrung it from her submission.

Giving Esme no time to recover, Dana flipped the witch onto her back. Seeing his cock start to balloon with need a few inches up from the base as he stripped the empty condom from his flesh, Esme was certain he would take her then. Instead, Dana dropped to his knees.

His gaze soaked in the glistening pink folds of her pussy as he sucked at his bottom lip. The color perfectly matched the kissable pucker of her mouth. Pinching one plump labia with each hand, he exposed her pussy more fully. He nosed the line of her clit, his breath as hot and moist as the juices steaming her cunt.

The tender contact threatened to whip another orgasm from her and she had to bite down on her tongue to keep from moaning. Lifting his head, Dana glared at her. The thick fringe of his eyelashes magnified the intensity of his gaze. "This is my pussy, Esme."

Dana took a slow, lingering, sucking, climbing lick along the line of her cunt, from the quivering hole, to the sensitive nodule hiding under the hood to the top split of her mound. Rolling his lips to smear her juices, he growled. "Mine to suck and lick and fuck."

His head descended again, his mouth delivering every promise and threat he’d just made. He'd practiced -- his tongue trained on woman after woman after woman. Her reserve no match for his skill, Esme squirmed as he continued to lick her, her fingers unclenching to tangle in his thick hair and guide his mouth. He sucked the hood of her clit, his tongue flicking over and over against the fleshy pearl hidden inside. Her head lulled back, magic expelled from the deep well inside her with each groaning, shuddering breath she released.

Esme came again in soft, jerking motions, her throat locked in a vibrato of dove calls.

His hand massaging her mound, Dana surfed up her body, a trail of warm, wet kisses marking his path.

"Baby…" He'd abandoned those awful words,
not
love,
not
baby. Words she had goaded him into using.

Dana cupped her face, stared into her eyes to see if he had erased even a fraction of the pain from her gaze. "Ems?"

Still there, raw and trembling but needing him nonetheless. Dana moved to kiss her mouth, his body straining forward as his fingers manipulated her clit. She turned her head at the last second, her lips trembling as she evaded the kiss. She closed her eyes, tears escaping their tight press.

"Love--"

She shook her head. "Finish it."

He didn't argue, not at first. He lifted her legs, coaxing small movements from Esme until he had her positioned in the center of the bed, her body vertical. He nudged her thighs apart, his torso lightly pressing against her breasts as he rubbed gently between her legs.

His hand slowed. "Not without a kiss."

Esme looked at Dana, her eyes imploring him once more to penetrate her and end the ritual. "Please don't make me," she whispered, a soft hiccough punctuating her distress.

He shook his head, gentle but unyielding. Between her legs, she felt his fingers close around his shaft and push the head down until it rested at her gate. His thumb flexed forward to stroke the swollen nodule still hiding inside the hood of her clit.

His gaze grew fragile for a heartbeat. "You think you were the only one aching all these years, love?"

His lips brushed the line of her jaw, his nose rubbing at the corner of her mouth. He shifted his hips, the change bringing his mouth closer to hers as his cock settled more firmly against the swollen entrance to her cunt. He didn't wait for her to acquiesce or refuse. He took a small, careful bite at her lower lip and then his tongue pushed into her mouth, his body’s weight sinking, his hips pressing against her. The head of his cock nudged her opening, the small amount of force still more exploratory than penetrating.