A Month Later
Placing a set of French breads in the display basket gave Josie a perfect view of the store across the street—where Howling for Bread used to be. Like he promised, Carson set up shop ten blocks away from her street and the tickle of customers returned.
Their mating might have occurred in a spur of the moment, but Josie didn’t regret surrendering her purity to Carson. Over the past four weeks, they’d gone out steadily on dates, getting to know each other all over again. So far, Josie liked what she found. No relationship was without its flaws, after all. Carson never failed to make her laugh though, and once he realized he made a mistake, he’d do anything in his power to amend it.
“Why don’t you take off early today and go see him?”
Josie jumped at the sound of Pansy’s voice. Like always, her sister was observant, despite having her legs up the cashier counter while reading a magazine.
“I don’t know what you mean,” Josie pointed out.
Pansy snorted. “I’ve seen you over the past few weeks, sis. You’ve got it bad.”
“Bad?” Josie asked warily. She wondered what Carson was doing now. Moving his operations made him a busy man, but despite all that, he always made time for her. She expelled a sigh. There was no pretending with Pansy anyway.
“Alright then, I owe you one,” she told her sister, taking off her apron.
Heading for the employee break room, Josie grabbed her purse. Pansy gave her a dismissive wave on the way out. Josie closed her eyes for a second. The breeze felt amazing on her face.
Taking her car, she drove all the way to Carson’s place—or rather the apartment they shared. Since she spent most nights over his place, they decided it was best if she moved in instead. Parking by the curb, Josie went upstairs.
Standing outside the apartment, she unlocked the front door and peered inside. It looked like Carson was inside, doing accounts on the dinning room table. Seeing her, Carson broke into an instant smile.
Carson rose to his feet.
“Missed me much, baby?” he teased, shutting the door behind her.
“You bet,” she said. By now, she was no longer afraid to speak her mind, especially when it came to her desires. She peered at the papers on the table and wrinkled her nose. “If you’re busy, I won’t get in your way.”
“You know I’ll always make time for you, babe. I want to show you something.” Carson offered her a hand, which she took. He led her to the kitchen. Seeing the new state-of-the-art ovens, Josie covered her mouth with her hand.
“Oh my, Alpha. Don’t tell me these are all for me.” Josie fluttered her lashes at him, making him laugh.
“For us,” Carson corrected. “I always have fun when we’re both in the kitchen, experimenting with new creations.
“Me too. The ovens are sexy.”
“You’re the sexiest,” he corrected.
He nipped at her ear. Without warning, his hands were suddenly on her waist. With unbelievable ease, he sat her on the edge of the counter, still slightly drizzled with a sprinkle of flour.
“What devious things are going on in that mind of yours?” she asked. He took her lips then, making her toes curl and her insides melt. When he pulled away, there was a familiar wicked grin on his face.
“Are you dying to know?”
Josie knew the ravenous look in his eyes. “On second thought, no. I mean, of all places, you want to do it here, Carson?”
His eyes twinkled with amusement. “Of course, I’ve always wanted to fuck you on the kitchen counter. Let’s take those clothes off you.”
Shuddering with a combination of excitement and pleasure, Josie let him undress her, until she sat naked on the counter.
“Lie down, sweet. I plan to take my time, enjoying my sweet Josephina, all spread out for me to devour.”
She lay on her back, constantly aware of Carson’s appraising gaze.
“What are you doing?” she finally dared ask.
“Reminding myself what a lucky son-of-a-bitch I am.”
She smiled. “I’m the lucky one.”
“I beg to differ.”
Carson bent down to give her a kiss on her lips. With two fingers, he pinched her tits until the bud hardened. Josie shivered in pleasure as he nipped his way downwards, constantly tormenting and teasing her body to its limits. Moving so her pussy was angled at his face, Carson nuzzled her inner thighs, his stubble a contrast to her smooth skin. She groaned.
“Steady, babe.” Carson pried her thighs wider, before plunging his tongue into her glistening folds. “Keep your hands above your head. Can you do that for me?”
Josie nodded, pinning her wrists above her head. She was suddenly aware of how she looked, body all stretched out for Carson. Blushing, Josie could see her nipples and the bite mark he’d left behind the night before on her left.
“Perfect,” he murmured, licking his way into her folds.
God. She could die of pleasure right there and then. He thrust two fingers in her, and sucked on her clit.
“Carson, please!”
“Let me hear you come, love,” he ordered.
With a cry, she came hard and fast. Panting, she looked up at him with haze-filled eyes, gaze dropping to the erection still hidden in his jeans. Sitting up on the counter until her knees touched his jeans, Josie worked the button of his jeans and unzipped him. Carson helped her, speeding up the process until they were both naked as the day they were born.
Gripping the globes of her ass firmly, Carson slipped his cock in her. Pussy still wet from her orgasm, Carson experienced no problem pushing in. Moaning, she clawed at his broad shoulders while he held her hips. He began pumping in and out of her, thrusts moving from slow to fast. Josie knew she wouldn’t be able to hold off long. Each time he entered her, her pussy became slicker with need.
“God, Josie. Your cunt feels amazing.”
“So does your cock, Alpha.”
“Baby, don’t be crude. You know how that drives me mad with lust,” Carson protested.
Josie let him hear her evil chuckle. A mischievous gleam sparkled in his eyes. Uh-oh.
“Hold on to your seat, baby. I’m going to make you come so hard, but you’re still going to beg me for more,” he whispered against her ear.
“Is that a threat?”
“A promise,” he corrected.
Carson ratcheted the speed of his thrusts, the force of their love making the expensive Italian-veined marble top vibrate. Each time Carson’s body connected with hers, Josie felt their souls and beasts touching, recognizing each other as soul mates. Nothing ever felt so right or so good. Looping her arms around his neck and wrapping her legs around his waist, Josie brought Carson closer. Their lips touched. Tongues and teeth tangled. Carson continued pumping in and out of her, reducing both of them to pants. God. Each time Carson entered her, his steel-hard member hit her swollen clit.
Releasing her mouth, he commanded, “Come for me, baby.”
Vision swaying, the room fell away from Josie’s line of sight. All that mattered was their sweat-slicked flesh and their wolves, so perfect for each other like the missing pieces of a puzzle. The pressure building inside Josie burst.
Screaming out Carson’s name, Josie came hard and fast all over Carson’s dick. Gripping her ass cheeks, Carson pushed into her several times, before letting out his triumphant growl. Carson shot his load into her waiting pussy. This time, they didn’t bother with protection, seeing as they no longer needed it.
Josie prayed to God Carson’s seed would catch. Lately, they’d been talking about having a family and both of them wanted pups. Josie could see it now, little beautiful and handsome wolf cubs who looked like both Carson and her. They would make a complete set. Naturally they’d be doting parents, but one or two of the brood would take to baking, wouldn’t they?
Carson slumped against her after, kissing her on the mouth again. “We’re not done yet, baby.”
She raised an eyebrow. “We’re not?”
“I planned on cooking us dinner, but we skipped all the way to dessert.” Carson got off her.
They retrieved their clothes and cleaned themselves and the counter. Josie approached him, loving how he automatically pulled her into his embrace like she naturally belonged in his arms. Josie traced lazy circles on his chest.
“And what does appetizer and the main course entail?” she asked.
“You and you?” Carson gave her a sheepish smile. “Actually, I wanted to surprise you with something. Let’s take a shower.”
Josie pouted. “Why?”
“We’re going out on a drive.”
“A drive? We’re eating out now?” Josie asked.
“Nope.”
The man became unbearable like this, especially when Carson knew how awful Josie was with surprises.
“No clue at all?” Josie asked. He somehow managed to nudge her into the shower. She scowled when he joined her in the tiny shower enclosure. “Can’t you wait your turn, Alpha? You aren’t exactly small.”
Carson’s grin didn’t falter. “This can’t wait.”
“Are you just using that as a reason to fuck me again?”
At those words, Carson spun her by the shoulders and teased her still-slicked slit with his wet cock head. She groaned, her heavy breasts pressing against the tiles. Damn it, but the lofty Alpha knew how much shower sex turned her on. Without needing words, Carson made love to her again, this time slow and sweet.
Unsurprisingly, Josie came in moments, breaths shuddering as he shot his load into her cunt once more.
“I can’t get enough of you, baby,” Carson confessed in her ear. “Now I can’t even remember why we’re in here.”
“You have a surprise for me,” Josie said.
She assumed Carson would forget all about going out. Staying in, ordering take-out and binge-watching shows on Netflix appealed to her more than eating at a stuffy restaurant anyway. Besides, staying in meant they would have more time for sex. Who didn’t want that?
“I did. Let’s finish up. Baby, don’t distract me again, or I’ll be tempted to give you a spanking,” Carson warned.
“You’re serious,” Josie said in realization.
He kissed his mate mark on her neck. “Of course.”
“Oh fine, I promise to be good,” Josie muttered, albeit a little grumpily.
They took turns soaping and shampooing each other. True to her word, Josie didn’t employ any funny business. After toweling each other off, Josie turned to her side of the closet in Carson’s room. To be fair, she’d hijacked his entire closet. He offered anyway. He kept arguing they needed a bigger space.
“Are we going anywhere fancy?” Josie asked.
Carson shook his head, still wearing his enigmatic smile. She glared at him. Still no use. Sighing, she settled for jeans, a plain shirt and her favorite leather jacket. She was relieved to see Carson wasn’t overdressed either. They took his bike. By now, Josie was used to the thrill of the ride. She wrapped her arms around his waist, loving the wind on her face and his familiar scent and warmth. When they passed the town center where all the restaurants were, she frowned.
Instead, Carson took her to an unfamiliar neighborhood she’d never been to before. Carson cut the engine in front of an empty lot and they dismounted.
“What do you think?” he asked.
“About this patch of dirt?” Josie asked, unable to keep the skepticism out of her voice.
“Our patch of dirt, baby.”
Josie’s hand flew to her mouth. “Say that again?”
He tugged her close and kissed her before answering. “We’re going to build our house here. Our home.”
Carson couldn’t have made things any clearer.
“I love you so damn much, Carson Fox.”
“I love you too, Josie.”
The End
ABOUT LIZ:
Liz Woody is a tree hugger, a vegan and a yoga enthusiast who happens to love writing about sassy virgins and the alpha males who love them. You can find Liz either writing at her mahogany desk or exploring trees to climb.
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ALPHA’S CURVY VIRGIN
(CURVY LOVE 1)
Sandy: Try hard. Two little words that have galled me my entire life. Find a man to mate. Bring honor to the pack. Those are the words my father drilled into my head ever since I was a wolf pup. I’m not exactly any Alpha’s ideal mate. I’ve curves in the wrong places and I’m plain looking. I’m an accountant she-wolf who harbors dark fantasies about a man who’s able to handle me.
Such a man doesn’t exist...until the day I meet werewolf Alpha Danny White.
Danny: The moment I saw her, I knew Sandy’s the one. One whiff, a kiss, a touch and I know she’s my woman. Sandy doesn’t remember me, but I do. Years ago, a certain girl changed my life. Saved my soul, and that’s her. Sandy might not believe in fated encounters or love, but I like a good challenge. I’m going to make Sandy mine, no matter the cost.
Excerpt:
“Let me make it clear then, Sandy. I want you. Not your father’s connections or anything else, just you.”
Sandy let out a shaky laugh. “Me? Give me a break. In the end, all Alphas are vain creatures. They want the perfect and ideal mate—model-thin with model-like looks—”
She didn’t finish. Danny eliminated any need to talk when he grabbed the back of her head, tilted her face and angled her for a kiss. The solid press of his chest crushed her breasts. Sandy only became wetter, her panties practically soaking. Once those lips met hers, claimed hers, any shred of hesitation vanished. Danny pushed her against the table, caging his body with hers, but Sandy didn’t want to fight or resist, not when this felt so good it had to be wrong.
Danny kissed her, he fucked her mouth, all tongue and teeth, but she didn’t mind. She opened her mouth so he could push his tongue down her throat. Heat jumped from him to her. Sandy’s she-wolf woke, hungry for more, but her logical human mind told her to stop before this went any further.
Oh, she wanted nothing better than to continue, but she knew where that path would lead. She was too out of her league with this man and once they started, she had a feeling they wouldn’t stop. Sandy couldn’t let him take her cherry, couldn’t give up the one thing that made her such a good bargaining chip to her father. Not that she wanted to disappoint her father, but she had to make sure it was the right man, and she barely knew Danny.
She pressed a hand against his chest. Danny pulled his mouth away from hers, although she could taste his reluctance.
“Wait. We can’t.”
“Can’t? Tell me, little wolf. If I haul up your dress and slip my hand past the waistband of your panties, are you going to lie and tell me your pussy’s not soaking wet?”
BEAR MY PUPS
(CURVY LOVE 2)
Lucas: I’ve dreamed about her since I was a bear cub—my ideal woman. In my mind she’s compliant, sweet and close to perfection. She’s mine in every sense of the word. Instead, I got Jade.
Infuriating and sassy, with curves in all the right places, Jade turns my entire world upside down during a single reckless night of lust and passion. Jade thinks all we had was that one cloying moment. She’s dead wrong. I’m thinking in terms of forever, for better or for worst. I’m not going to stop until Jade’s begging to be my mate and bear my pups.
Excerpt:
“Tell me, baby. If I lift your skirt, will I find your panties moist?”
Jade nipped at his ear and whispered, “Not moist, Alpha. I’m soaking.”
Lucas groaned and finally kissed her, took her mouth rough and hard. Jade responded desperately, like she was in need of oxygen. Maybe Lucas was that—the right kind of air she needed to inhale after breathing in toxic fumes for so long. He bit and sucked and she opened her mouth so he could thrust his tongue down her throat. When he pulled away, she moaned into his mouth, needing more.
The elevator doors hissed open. Lucas parted from her and let her take the lead. Jade stopped in front of her unit, fumbling for her key. On the third try, she managed to slot it in. By the time they stumbled in, they could barely keep their hands off each other.
Jade barely remembered locking the door, because once Lucas’ mouth found hers, he rendered her ability to think null. He kissed her again, bruising, but she liked it, liked his roughness and the way he made her body respond.
“Fuck, baby. You taste so good,” Lucas murmured against her ear, releasing her lips. “I want more. I want to taste you. Here.”
Lucas trailed a finger between her breasts, and Jade swallowed when his finger lingered on her crotch.
“There?” Jade asked, feeling stupid.
“Yeah.” Lucas shoved her against the wall again and grabbed the hem of her skirt.
“Wait.”
He paused, watching her. She noticed his eyes had already begun to turn yellow, telling her his animal side was taking over. Once they started, they couldn’t stop. Hell, Jade didn’t want Lucas to stop. Not now. Not ever. Once she’d gotten a glimpse of heaven, she didn’t want to leave. Looking at Lucas summoned strange things inside her, emotions Jade thought she’d never feel again.
“This is all going too fast.” Oh hell. Did she actually say those words?
“Trust me, baby. Let go.”
“Okay,” Jade whispered, looking into his eyes.
A man’s eyes revealed his real intentions, but Jade saw nothing sinister in Lucas’ soul. It was time she took the plunge and hoped Lucas would catch her if she fell. Time to risk her heart, because what else could she do? Walking away was never an option. Jade knew that the moment Lucas walked into her apartment.
“I trust you.”
“That’s the answer I’ve been waiting for, baby. Lift up your arms, I want to see you, all of you.”
“I just hope you won’t regret what you’d find,” Jade murmured, suddenly self-conscious of her body. That apprehension vanished when Lucas let her see the heat in his smoldering gaze.
“Lift your hands,” Lucas ordered.
Jade obeyed, letting Lucas peel off her blouse and skirt until she stood in front of him in only her black lace bra and panties. She never wore pretty undergarments, although she’d always been encouraged by her father. According to him, since she had no redeeming qualities or possessed any physical trait that made her stand out. The least Jade could do was wear something sexy. She never bothered, but for Lucas, she did.
“Very nice,” Lucas murmured, the appreciation in his voice made all her efforts worthwhile. He lowered his head, pinning her arms above her head, and blew against her bud. Her tits hardened at his warm breath. Jade squirmed, aware of her pussy getting more wet with every second.
With a quick flick, Lucas undid her bra and the fabric fluttered at her feet.
“Fuck, baby. I’ve been dreaming about these breasts of yours since the first time I met you.”
“Tell me,” Jade whispered, feeling bold.
“I imagine they’d bounce so prettily while I fuck you, imagine the way you’d cry out when I put my mouth on them, like this.” Lucas demonstrated what he meant by sealing her right nipple with his mouth. A moan tore out of Jade, animalistic and strange.
Wild—that was exactly how she felt. Liberated.
HIS VIRGIN JEWEL
(CURVY LOVE 3)
Werebear Alpha Joe Burke is always the groomsman and never the groom. Joe’s always enjoyed flying solo. He can have any woman he wants, but Joe’s nearing thirty and he’s sick of waking up next to a random woman in his bed.
Jewel Becker claims she’s always the bridesmaid and never the bride. They’re perfect for each other. Even better, Joe’s bear knows the curvy beauty is his one and only. His mate, but Jewel believes he’s a man whore who won’t ever settle down. Once Joe gets between her thighs and proves she’s rightfully his, he’s never letting go.
Excerpt:
Joe tugged her close, pushed her against the wall and started kissing her. Heat traveled right to her chest and pussy. God. Joe touched every inch of her, every curve like a hungry Alpha struck by hunger of the carnal kind. She liked the fact he took direction, how easily he read her needs like an open book. Jewel moaned when he pinned her hands above her head and started kissing the side of her neck, licking and sucking at the tender flesh.
It didn’t escape Jewel that was the place a dominant shifter would place his mark on his chosen mate. She froze, but he felt so good. Joe’s trousers dug against the silky fabric of her dress and she could feel the ridge of his erection, demanding and needy.
“Baby, you taste better than I imagined, even better than honey. Christ.”
Joe caught her bottom lip with his teeth and started nipping and sucking. Keeping one hand over her wrists, his other moved to the hem of her dress. She gasped when his fingers slid past her red lacey underwear to reach her labia.
He gave her clit a pinch, nearly sending her over the edge. Rubbing the swollen nub until it hardened, Joe put a finger inside her wet heat. She squirmed, liking the fact he held her down. He finger-fucked her, at the same time thrusting his tongue past her half-parted lips and down her throat.
When he pulled away, Jewel moaned into his mouth. Joe froze when he felt the barrier there intact. She sighed in frustration when he put his fingers away. His eyes widened to saucers.
“Jewel...you’re a virgin?”
“Don’t stop on account of that one little detail.”
“But...” Joe paused, frowning. “Are you sure? Aren’t you saving yourself for someone?”
“Why would you think that?”
“Only reason a sexy woman like you would remain a virgin?”
A smile tugged at the corner of her lips. Most women wouldn’t understand her need to remain pure. Chip mocked her for being so stiff, but Joe hit the spot. Whether Joe was really the one or a temporary arrangement, it wouldn’t matter. She’d picked the right man to surrender her purity to.
“I’m sure, Joe. Daunted?”
Joe shook his head, kissing her again, this time slow and warm. “Thank you for the gift, baby.”
He slid his fingers into her pussy again. Gaze trapping hers, Joe licked his fingers dry, tasting her cum. Jewel froze, incredibly aroused by the sight.
“I need more, baby. Need to touch, to taste, and to take. Let’s get you out of these clothes. The need to see that sexy body of yours, it’s been driving me mad.”
“I want to see you too, Alpha. Let me see the goods.”
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