Free Alpha Mate: BBW Paranormal Shifter Romance by Natalie Kristen

moved up to kiss her on the lips
as he gripped her under her knee to part her legs and began to thrust
against her. Her damn leather pants were in the way, but still he
could feel her wet heat through all that fabric. He wanted to bury
his cock deep inside her and make love to her madly. She groaned and
met his thrusts by rolling her hips and grinding against him. His
tongue thrust into her mouth in time to the thrusting of his hips.
He was going wild, and if he didn't stop soon, he would spend his
seed. He wanted to come inside her, and he tugged frenziedly at her
pants, his claws erupting from his fingers to rip away the leather.
    Her eyes flew open suddenly and she breathed, “No!”

CHAPTER
SEVEN

    “ No!”
    Yes!
    Her mouth said no. But her body was screaming, Yes!
    Oh yes, yes, yes!
    Charlotte was going out of her mind. Lucas Rieve, PAC
Alpha, her sexy stalker, was giving her the most mind-blowing,
toe-curling pleasure, after causing her to flunk her Finals! His
touch and kisses were like chocolate—dark, sinful,
yummilicious, something she knew she should just say no to but
couldn't.
    Lucas ran his tongue over her aching peaks and her knees
buckled.
    Oh yes, please. I'll have more of that, if you
please sir!
    As if he had heard her—or did she just moan her
demand aloud?—he grabbed both breasts and suckled them hungrily
in turn. She could feel tongue and teeth against her flesh, his
sharp canines scraping lightly across her erect peaks before his
tongue skillfully soothed over her throbbing nipples. The heady mix
of pain and pleasure made her clench her muscles, the ache between
her legs becoming almost unbearable.
    She shook her head, trying to clear it. Why had her
body come alive for him ? He was a werewolf. A sinfully sexy
alpha werewolf, but still—he was one of them . She had
nothing against paranormals or weres, but she just couldn't forget
that her sister had been killed by a werewolf. Not any other were,
but a wolf.
    And here she was, panting for him, writhing wantonly
against him, her fingers spearing through his hair as she pressed his
head to her breast, urging him to take more.
    She wanted him.
    As much as he wanted her.
    She gasped, trying to blink her vision into focus. But
her mind was foggy with pleasure, her body pulsing and aching for
release.
    When he tried to ease her pants down her hips again, she
shook her head. “No,” she whispered painfully.
    “ I won't take you,” he promised.
“Just...let me pleasure you,” he grated against her neck.
    Charlotte was almost mindless with need and frustration.
She let out a shuddering breath and a small sob. Her hand moved to
the inside of her thigh, and she almost screamed at the ache and the
clawing hunger that was becoming excruciating. The heat coiled low
in her belly, growing and spreading, burning to an inferno inside her
body.
    She needed to be touched.
    “ Let me ease you, Charlotte,” Lucas said
softly. “I will not claim you. Not until you want me to.” Under a full moon.
    Charlotte met his hazel eyes, and heard his last four
words with her heart, rather than with her ears. Almost
imperceptibly, she gave a small, shaky nod.
    “ P-please...” was all she could manage.
    Lucas exhaled raggedly, as if striving for control. He
closed his eyes and kissed her deeply, as his hands trailed down her
neck to stroke the sides of her breasts. His fingers traveled up the
swell of her breasts, making slow, torturous circles around her
nipples.
    When he ran his fingers over her erect nipples, she
shuddered and gasped at his touch. Licking those dusky peaks, he
moved his hand between her thighs and rubbed at her core. She gave a
cry and ground down against his hand.
    Lucas seemed to understand the desperate, painful need
that was clawing for release inside her. She gripped his shoulders
and gasped when he nudged his hard, muscular thigh between her legs
to allow her to straddle him. She instinctively moved her hips,
rubbing herself against his