Free Chosen for Her Curves (Werewolf BBW Erotic Romance) by Celia Sykes

Chosen for her Curves
    BBW
Werewolf Erotic Romance
    ©
2013 Celia Sykes
    Kindle
Edition

 
    I knew Luke
was bad. In a small town like Black Rock Montana, everyone knew everything, and
I knew I should stay away from Luke. He was a wolf with a reputation. He was jealous,
secretive, possessive, and I wanted him. The way he looked at me with complete
desire in his bright green eyes, like there was no one else in the world, like
he had to have me, like he was driven by some deep hunger that went beyond
reason: no one had ever looked at me like that before. Even my ex, Jeremy
hadn’t looked at me like that in all the time we had dated. Instead, he had
criticized me for not being skinnier like his ex.
    As the son of
the town’s alpha, Jeremy was always going on about how important he was and how
thankful I should be to be with him since I wasn’t even full wolf. As far as I
cared, all the wolf stuff was bullshit anyway, a tall-tale that members of the
pack told each other to keep order. It was a way of justifying who was in
charge and who was an outcast. If you did something to annoy Jeremy’s father,
you were thrown out of the pack and were shunned by almost everyone in town.
    Unlike me and
unlike Jeremy, Luke wasn’t a member of the pack. As far as I knew, he had never
been. I just knew he was off limits. I wasn’t supposed to talk to him or
associate with him. And I sure as hell wasn’t supposed to sleep with him. Of
course, I hadn’t even spoken with Luke before that night. I had only seen him
in town and on nights out at The Spoke, but I had caught his glance more than
once, and it alone had been enough to make me want him. The way his eyes seemed
to look straight into my soul made me weak in the knees. I didn’t care what
people said about Luke. There was something deep inside his eyes that made me
want him, that made me want to give myself to him completely. I don’t want to
say it was darkness or anger; it was something different than that. Something
wilder.
    That night was
my two week anniversary of dumping Jeremy’s cheating ass,
and I had decided to celebrate by meeting a few friends at The Spoke. None of
them had shown up yet, and I couldn’t help but notice Luke across the room. He
wore a clean white t-shirt and a dirty denim jacket. Somehow, he pulled the
look off. He even had a few streaks of soot or dirt on his face, which only
highlighted his cheekbones and jaw. It took me a minute to realize that he was
looking back at me as I looked him up and down, but when his eyes met mine, I knew
I had been caught.
    Immediately, I
looked down at the bar, trying to pretend that I hadn’t been checking him out,
but Luke hopped up and started walking over to me. In a few seconds, he’d be by
my side. I looked up again to see if he was really coming over to me, and he
raised one eyebrow. I looked down again and tried to think of what to say.
    In truth, I
had fantasized about this moment more than a few times. Late at night, when I
was home by myself, alone in my big bed, I’d imagine myself sitting at the bar
as Luke watched me, imagining him getting turned on just by watching me,
imagining his cock getting hard as he approached me. I’d imagine him walking up
behind me at the bar, placing his hands on my hips and whispering in my ear for
me to unbutton my jeans. Then he’d slip his hand right under my pants, right
against my bare skin and slide his hand between my legs. By the time his hand
reached my pussy, I’d be dripping with excitement. Then he’d slide two thick
fingers inside my core and begin to finger me as the entire bar watched. The
fantasy was enough to fill me with lust and make me wet with desire. I had
gotten more than one good night’s sleep after satisfying myself to that dream.
Now that Luke was looking at me that way for real and actually coming over, I
was terrified. I was so turned on that I was almost breathless.
    I could smell
the deep musk of his cologne before he said anything to me.