Free Staking His Claim (BBW Alpha Male Werewolf Paranormal Romance Erotica) by Sierra Wolf

Chapter 1

    The neon lights of the bar glistened at
me from down the street, drawing me in like a moth to the flame. My
job wasn't bad, as the only vet tech in a clinic run by a crotchety
old veterinarian named Dr. Andrews, but it wasn't all kittens and
sunshine. And now my first week here was over and I finally had a
night off to relax.
    My new apartment wasn't even unpacked
yet, but somewhere, somehow, a glass of whiskey had my name on it. I
glanced up at the sign before I opened the banged-up wooden door. Black Wolf Inn . It was a strange name, but then, I'd seen more
than a few oddities since moving to the backwoods of Pennsylvania.
    I opened the door to a cloud of haze,
lights flashing behind the mirrored bar. My eyes were drawn upwards
to the ceiling, where the phases of the moon had been painted in
foiled silver in a perfect circle overhead. The music wasn't to my
taste, but as far as I knew, this was the only bar around.
    I seated myself and took off my jacket,
revealing my burgundy t-shirt stretched over my ample breasts. My
wide hips and ass were packed snugly into my favorite jeans. Usually
I would feel self conscious about my tight clothing, but I'd realized
over the week that being a bigger girl out here didn't seem to be
that much of a deal.
    I caught the bartender's eye and
ordered my glass of scotch while I looked around. A few men my age
were seated a few feet away from me, and I looked away when one of
them leered at me. I've been pretty shy my whole life..not to mention
a virgin. The last thing I was looking for out here was someone to
try and romance their way into my pants.
    I stared into my whiskey while the men
whispered, their drinks steadily disappearing. The amber liquid
seemed to pulse with the flashing lights, and left a pleasant burn
down my throat as I sipped. And then a pleasurable chill ran down my
spine.
    I felt his presence from across the
room. He was like a magnet, drawing my eyes away from the hypnotic
lights, burning my brain clean of all thought. I met his eyes through
the haze and was locked in tight.
    They were as gold as my whiskey, dark
rings encircling them. And they smoldered like fire, sending chills
through me from scalp to toe. I almost didn't notice the sculpted
muscles beneath the black t-shirt or the tumble of dark curls.
    He smiled at me, his full lips curving
upwards ever so slightly. I flushed, and tore my eyes away,
embarrassed that I was blushing like a schoolgirl over a stranger. I
must have looked like a deer in headlights, staring at him so hard.
    But even with my gaze averted I could
still feel him there, studying me intently. The sensation was not
unpleasant at all. But as always, the fear that he was inwardly
mocking me was there. Maybe even out here being a thicker girl wasn't
exactly desirable.
    I tipped back the glass, savoring the
burn, and raised a finger for another. If I had one vice, whiskey was
it.
    An arm descended around my shoulders,
pulling me in against the owner. I looked up at the owner, my hackles
raised immediately. The scent of smoke and beer enveloped me as the
man who had leered at me leaned in, his movements jerky and
uncoordinated.
    “Hey, baby blue eyes,” he
slurred, grinning down at me. I wrinkled my nose as I pushed away
from him, my hand firm against his chest, but he had me in a tight
grip. “Feel like partying tonight?”
    “Get your hands off me.” I
shoved harder, sending him stumbling backwards. In a flash his
friends were off their stools, encircling me. It was so unreal it was
almost dream-like.
    “We just want to hang out, pretty
girl,” one said. He was pressed almost against me, holding me
where I was as Leery leaned against the bar, recovering his
equilibrium.
    “Don't be a bitch about it,”
he said. “You're lucky we asked anyways, cow.”
    My vision turned red with shame and
anger, my fingers white-knuckling my tumbler of whiskey. I briefly
debated pouring it on him, but that would be a sad waste of alcohol,
and