Alpha's Howling Desire (BBW Paranormal Romance) Read Online Free
Author: Meg Ripley
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Contemporary, Paranormal, Adult, supernatural, Short-Story, college, alpha male, Erotic, Occult, BBW, wolf shifter, student, Paranormal Author
into Max's shoulder and soaking his black fur with blood. An instant later, Max's head reared back and he sank his teeth ferociously into Laurence, flipping his head to the side to rip away at his flesh. The other animal yelped and fell back away from Max, shifting back into a human as he tried to get away. Max mirrored his shift, standing above him with blood streaming down his skin, his rough breaths causing his shoulders to rise and fall rapidly.
"I won't kill you here," he said, his voice as rough as his breath, "but if you ever touch her again, I will rip you apart like I should have a long time ago."
Laurence stood shakily to his feet and disappeared into the darkness of the cluster of palm trees where he had been hiding when they first stepped onto the beach. A few seconds later, Ariel could hear muffled steps retreated through the undergrowth, punctuated by yelps as if the plants were continuing the punishment by scraping at his wounds.
Max turned to her and Ariel ran into his arms, allowing him to sweep her against him and bury his face in her hair. She could feel the warmth of his blood seeping through his shirt onto her skin and she stepped back.
"You're hurt," she said, touching the tattered fabric surrounding the deep gash in his shoulder. "I'm so sorry."
"I'll be fine," he said, brushing loose strands of hair out of her face, "As long as you're alright, I'll be fine."
"No. Come with me to my room. Let me take care of you."
Affection mingled with intense attraction flashed in his eyes and he nodded. Ariel slipped her sweater off and draped it carefully over his wound so that anyone they may encounter wouldn't notice the blood. She knew this wound would not act the same as it would on a normal human; it would heal much more quickly and didn't require stitches or other measures. Cleaning it, though, would soothe his pain and help it to begin to heal.
She guided him through the hotel to her room and stepped inside. Daniel was still sprawled across the bed, snoring deeply, and she led Max carefully through the suite and into the bathroom. Locking the door behind them, she started the faucet in the soaking tub and reached forward to unbutton his shirt. Her hands shook slightly as she undressed him, revealing his gorgeous body beneath the shirt.
She wanted to touch him further, but the wound on his shoulder kept her back. Placing her hands on his hips, she guided him gently backwards so that he sat on the wide edge of the tub. Ariel sat beside him, positioning herself on her hip so that she could reach down into the tub and fill a soft sponge with warm water. Kissing his chiseled arm muscle tenderly, she brought the sponge to his shoulder and squeezed it so that the water flowed out across his skin.
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Ariel bathed his shoulder until as much of the blood as possible was gone. Dropping the sponge back into the tub, she rested her hands on his neck and swept one leg over him so that she straddled his hips but stayed sitting up on her knees, propped up by the marble tub on either side of him. Her mouth lowered to the curve of his neck and shoulder to kiss along his warm skin until she reached the freshly cleaned wound. The primal urges within her took over and she let the tip of her tongue slip out to run along the cut .
Max's hands gripped her hips and a low growl rumbled deep in his throat. She knew that growl meant that the wolf inside him wanted to be let out. She shook her head at him and licked his skin again, soothing him as his kind would.
"I need you to stay human for me," she murmured against his neck.
She gasped as Max pulled her down onto his lap, lifting his hips to meet hers so she felt the hardness of his desire for her nudging into her hot, wet core. She rocked her hips into his lap, reveling in the way the firm swell of his erection built dizzying pressure low in her belly.
"For how long?" he asked through labored breath.
Ariel kissed him, drawing his bottom lip into her mouth and
"I won't kill you here," he said, his voice as rough as his breath, "but if you ever touch her again, I will rip you apart like I should have a long time ago."
Laurence stood shakily to his feet and disappeared into the darkness of the cluster of palm trees where he had been hiding when they first stepped onto the beach. A few seconds later, Ariel could hear muffled steps retreated through the undergrowth, punctuated by yelps as if the plants were continuing the punishment by scraping at his wounds.
Max turned to her and Ariel ran into his arms, allowing him to sweep her against him and bury his face in her hair. She could feel the warmth of his blood seeping through his shirt onto her skin and she stepped back.
"You're hurt," she said, touching the tattered fabric surrounding the deep gash in his shoulder. "I'm so sorry."
"I'll be fine," he said, brushing loose strands of hair out of her face, "As long as you're alright, I'll be fine."
"No. Come with me to my room. Let me take care of you."
Affection mingled with intense attraction flashed in his eyes and he nodded. Ariel slipped her sweater off and draped it carefully over his wound so that anyone they may encounter wouldn't notice the blood. She knew this wound would not act the same as it would on a normal human; it would heal much more quickly and didn't require stitches or other measures. Cleaning it, though, would soothe his pain and help it to begin to heal.
She guided him through the hotel to her room and stepped inside. Daniel was still sprawled across the bed, snoring deeply, and she led Max carefully through the suite and into the bathroom. Locking the door behind them, she started the faucet in the soaking tub and reached forward to unbutton his shirt. Her hands shook slightly as she undressed him, revealing his gorgeous body beneath the shirt.
She wanted to touch him further, but the wound on his shoulder kept her back. Placing her hands on his hips, she guided him gently backwards so that he sat on the wide edge of the tub. Ariel sat beside him, positioning herself on her hip so that she could reach down into the tub and fill a soft sponge with warm water. Kissing his chiseled arm muscle tenderly, she brought the sponge to his shoulder and squeezed it so that the water flowed out across his skin.
****
Ariel bathed his shoulder until as much of the blood as possible was gone. Dropping the sponge back into the tub, she rested her hands on his neck and swept one leg over him so that she straddled his hips but stayed sitting up on her knees, propped up by the marble tub on either side of him. Her mouth lowered to the curve of his neck and shoulder to kiss along his warm skin until she reached the freshly cleaned wound. The primal urges within her took over and she let the tip of her tongue slip out to run along the cut .
Max's hands gripped her hips and a low growl rumbled deep in his throat. She knew that growl meant that the wolf inside him wanted to be let out. She shook her head at him and licked his skin again, soothing him as his kind would.
"I need you to stay human for me," she murmured against his neck.
She gasped as Max pulled her down onto his lap, lifting his hips to meet hers so she felt the hardness of his desire for her nudging into her hot, wet core. She rocked her hips into his lap, reveling in the way the firm swell of his erection built dizzying pressure low in her belly.
"For how long?" he asked through labored breath.
Ariel kissed him, drawing his bottom lip into her mouth and
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