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  Curves for the Alpha Mate (BBW, Werewolf Sex, Alpha Male Paranormal Sex)

  by Victoria Black and Amelia Grey

  Published by Victoria Black, 2013.

  Curves for the Alpha Mate

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  Copyright© October 2013 by Amelia Grey & Victoria Black

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  Curves for the Alpha Mate

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  Curves for the Alpha Mate

  “Harder,” she screamed. “Harder!” Jane’s boyfriend wrapped her legs around his waist, allowing him to push even deeper into the crevices of her wet pussy.

  “Oh God! I’m so close,” Jane echoed, as if to remind herself that another orgasm was quickly approaching.

  Jane was propped nearly naked upon the washing machine, wearing only her black lace panties, which were pulled to the side so to leave just enough room for Chase’s bulging cock to enter. Jane fingered herself as he continued to thrust, swirling two fingers just above the roof of her throbbing clit. Chase could feel Jane’s tight body tensing rhythmically, as if each time his pelvis pushed against her pussy he was throwing her body that much deeper into sexual bliss.

  Jane spread her legs wide, quickly removing her wet fingers from her pussy and placing them onto Chase’s back, burying their tips into his perfectly toned muscles. Chase stepped closer to Jane’s inviting body, allowing his hard pectorals to meet her exposed, pink nipples. Chase thrust his rock-hard cock as deep into Jane’s sex as he could, grinding his pelvis in circular motion upon her soaking clit.

  Yes! She thought, oh God, Yes! Yes! Yes!

  Jane arched her long, thin neck, causing her nipples to push into Chase’s rock-hard chest and her clit to rub methodically against the bottom of Chase’s shaft and pelvis. Letting go of all inhibitions, Jane moaned with utter delight, feeling an intense wave of sexual satisfaction creep from her pounding vagina and into her extremities. As Jane climaxed, Chase felt her pussy tighten against his bulging cock, putting his sex over the edge. With each of Jane’s erotic moans, Chase could feel his member enlarge, causing him to explode alongside her.

  Well fuck me, Kate thought to herself. This was the third time this week she was kept awake by her downstairs neighbors having loud and obnoxious sex, leaving Kate both irritated and wanting for a taste of her own. Kate was on the curvy side and always longed for a body like Jane’s. Each time she saw Chase walk from his door to his car – or vice versa – Kate imagined having a thin, toned body for him to lust over. In her fantasies, she would eye him up and down, giving him a sexy yet secretive message of approval. He would then follow her into her apartment – undress her slowly and provocatively – and they find would themselves having sex on every exposed surface of her abode.

  Without noticing herself daydreaming, Kate’s own pussy began to throb, filling up with wetness that slowly trickled into her red panties. She placed her dominant hand below them, allowing the other hand to fondle her breasts and pleasure her nipples. She rotated her finger tips in a clockwise motion, thrusting her pelvis into her fingers as they satisfied her. Soon she could feel the waves of pleasure, each one more intense than the last. She dipped her dominant fingers into her throbbing pussy – the others into her wanting mouth – and used each of their juices to wet both her clitoris and enlarged nipples. She moaned with pleasure and delight, grinding her pussy into her swirling fingers as each wave hit.

  “Yes,” she panted, imaging Chase’s lips pressing firmly against her soaking pussy – his tongue rotating in the same motion as her fingertips. She could feel her climax drawing near, pushing herself that much deeper into Chase’s mouth. She imagined his cock finally entering her wanting sex, his chest pressing against hers, rubbing against her nipples. She pushed harder into her rotating fingertips, letting herself imagine his sex engulf her. She swirled her fingers harder, faster, imagining with each stroke his cock pressing against her throbbing clitoris. Fuck yes. Yes! Yes!!!

  But just as her climax came her sense of satisfaction went. It had been six months since she last had intercourse, leaving the remains of her fantasy another reminder that it was just that: a fantasy, and one that, in her mind, would never be fulfilled.

  Kate went to sleep both lonely and frustrated, cuddling a pillow so not to create the illusion of a partner, but to cover her body’s curves from even her own recognition. She hated the way she looked. She hated herself. As she switched off the light, she had no idea what was to happen to her next.

  ***

  A few weeks had passed when Kate found herself dressed as a cowgirl, attending the annual “Halloween Bar Bash” at Whiskey’s, the local sports pub. She lived in a small suburb of New York City, but frequently attended Whiskey’s with the hope that she might start a conversation with one of the hot, city commuters. Most of the time she found herself drooling over a side of daydream, but tonight the most unexpected of visitors approached her at the bar.

  “What are you drinking?”

  Kate didn’t notice.

  “Achem. What are you drinking?”

  Kate quickly jumped back into reality, realizing that the tall, handsome, and rugged man in the lumberjack costume was actually talking to her.

  “Err...a Dirty Shirley,” Kate replied, only now realizing that drinking the alcoholic version of her favorite children’s drink might actually be the biggest turn off a man could ever possibly hear.

  “Two Dirty Shirleys then, please,” said the lumberjack to the Frankenstein bartender.

  Kate was shocked. Did he order a Dirty Shirley for himself, or did he just order me two considering my size? Asshole.

  “I’m Jack,” he said with an outstretched arm.

  “Err, Kate,” she replied, reaching her hand to greet his.

  “I’ve been watching you for quite some time. I notice that you always order the same drink so I figure I might as well see what all the fuss is about.”

  Kate began to blush. Has he really been watching me? How have I not noticed him before?

  Jack was wearing a tightly fitted, red and black checkered shirt that was tucked into his formfitting blue jeans. Kate couldn’t help but notice his chiseled pecs just barely visible from the two open buttons at the top of his shirt. She also couldn’t help but notice his exposed bulge – not quite erect – but clearly somewhat enlarged considering the size of what she was seeing.

  “Everything okay, Kate?” Jack asked.

  “Oh! Yes. I was just admiring your...uh...belt! It’s so detailed! I’ve never seen such detail on a belt before!” Kate was mortified. Well, that went well, she thought to herself in a sarcastic tone.

  Yet when taking a look at his actual belt, Kate did find comfort in the fact that it really was quite detailed. She wasn’t just imagining things from the corner of her eye.

  “Is that an image of a wolf carved in it?” Kate asked, feeling the heat of her embarrassment slowly dissipate.

  “You’re perceptive,” Jack replied.

  The bar tender handed him their drink
s.

  “Here’s to you,” Jack said, handing Kate her glass. “And to your heightened sense of... sight.”

  Kate cheered the glass of her mysterious drinking partner, all while trying to figure out what, exactly, he meant by that statement. Heightened sense of sight? Is he socially awkward or actually flirting with me? He must be awkward. Yep. Total weirdo. God dammit. I would get the hot stalker with Asperger’s.

  “So you’ve been watching me, have you?” Kate’s instincts were telling her to get the hell out of that bar, but something kept her talking. Curiosity? Attention? She’ll always think back to this moment and wonder why she stayed when the voice in her head was screaming for her to leave.

  “I guess I let that secret out, huh? You must think I’m a crazy person.”

  “I didn’t say that...” Kate said. I did say that.

  “My family actually owns this bar. I’m here on most nights helping out. I have a hard time sleeping, so I find that being here helps me stay calm...stay focused. Usually, I end up loosing track of the time and then find myself passing out on the bed in the back around 4am. It beats run— tossing until 4am, anyway.”

  “Wow,” Kate replied. “I had no idea this was a family run place. I guess I just always assumed that some rich guy from the city used Whiskey’s as a way to earn extra cash for his upper west side mansion.”

  “Not a fan of the wealthy I see,” Jack chuckled.

  “It’s not that. Well, it is. Or jealousy.”

  Jack stared deeply into Kate’s eyes, giving a slight smile and nod to show his understanding. He continued looking into her eyes as he took a sip of his Dirty Shirley, swallowing it slowly and intently.

  “Not bad,” he said.

  Kate blushed.

  “Thanks, it’s my favorite,” she said.

  “I Know.”

  Kate blushed some more. “That’s right.”

  So why can’t you sleep?” Kate asked, taking another sip of her mixed cocktail.

  “Perceptive and forward.” Jack replied.

  “Sorry. I have a hard time sleeping too, so I always feel a sense of camaraderie with fellow insomniacs. You don’t have to tell me anything. I wouldn’t want to share my reasons either!”

  “How about you tell me yours and then I’ll tell you mine?” Jack asked with an air of sexiness Kate couldn’t quite put her finger on.

  “Ha! Nice try. I’ll need a few more drinks in my system before I start talking about that!”

  “Two more Dirty Shirley, please!” Jack announced, holding two fingers up to the bar tender while maintaining eye contact with Kate.

  Kate couldn’t help but stare back into his dark brown eyes, wondering what his story could possibly be. Who is this person? She thought. And why is he so interested in someone like me? Kate expanded her view to take in the more subtle details of his face. He had a darker complexion – almost Native American, she thought – and a perfectly aligned nose. She admired his strong jaw, thinking that it was covered with the sexiest amount of trimmed scruff. God he’s hot.

  “Why don’t we take a walk...” Jack stated, handing Kate her next round of cherry flavored soda and vodka.

  The two of them walked out of the bar, drinking more than talking as they approached the wooden bench about 50 meters away from Whiskey’s main entrance. There wasn’t much surrounding them. Just Whiskey’s, the parking lot, and untamed forest behind them. Kate could hear the sound of cars buzzing along the distant highway. It all felt so surreal.

  “So tell me, Kate. Why can’t you sleep?”

  Kate wasn’t sure if it was the Dirty Shirley talking or if she was starting to feel a connection with this stranger...this lumberjack Jack. Ha, that’s funny. Lumberjack Jack.... God Kate, you’re drunk.

  “Well, aside from the nights I’m kept awake from my downstairs neighbors fucking the shit out of each other, I have a hard time sleeping because...”

  Kate paused.

  “Come on, you can say it.” Jack insisted, placing a gentle hand on Kate’s thigh.”

  Wow, his hands are huge. Kate did another quick peak toward his belt region. Must match his other parts, she thought to herself, slipping quickly into an erotic daydream.

  Just then, Jack’s hand slid slightly higher upon Kate’s thigh.

  “Is this okay?” Jack asked.

  “Yes,” Kate replied quickly. “It’s fine. It’s...good.”

  Jack brought his hand even higher upon her thigh. As he did so, Kate could feel her clit begin to throb in a wanting rhythm. As she wished for him to touch her – to rub his thick fingers on her now wet pussy – Jack leaned in slowly to kiss her.

  Their lips locked and his tongue swirled against hers. She could feel the scruff of his beard around her lips, but she liked it. It felt rugged. And sexy. And strong.

  Yes, she thought to herself. Finally.

  Jack inched his hand even higher, approaching the nether-regions of her groin. She could feel her pussy ache as she inched her vagina into his capable hand. He rubbed his hand along the outside of her cowgirl jeans, dragging his hand back up so to circle his fingers on the outline of her clit.

  “Kate?” Jack asked. “Are you alright?”

  For the second time that night, Kate quickly jumped back into reality.

  “Yes! So sorry. The uh, vodka must be getting to me.”

  Kate noticed that Jack’s hand hadn’t moved. She couldn’t help but hope that her fantasy would somehow come true that night. She didn’t care if Jack was a stranger. He was hot. And there was something about him that she began to...trust.

  “You were telling me why you have trouble sleeping,” Jack said.

  “Ugh, I hate myself for it. It’s so embarrassing.”

  I’m never going to get laid, she thought.

  “Go ahead,” Jack said in a comforting tone, keeping his hand upon Kate’s thigh all the while.

  “Well, if I’m not kept awake by my loud neighbors, I stay awake wondering why I....errr....why I don’t get.....fucked myself.”

  Once again, Kate was mortified.

  “I assume it’s because of my curves,” she quickly announced.

  Fuck me, she thought again.

  “Your curves?” Jack asked with perplexity. I love your curves! They’re so....hot. And sexy. And womanly.”

  Jack caught himself divulging.

  “Er, sorry. Got carried away with myself,” he said.

  Kate looked back blankly. She was stunned.

  “You must be joking,” she said.

  “Not at all. I love a woman with curves. All the members of my pac—family do.”

  Kate looked at him with a hint of her own perplexity.

  “Were you about to say pack?”

  “No.”

  “Yes you were.”

  “No I wasn’t.”

  It was Kate’s turn to put her hand on his thigh.

  “Yes, you were,” she said, placing her palm at perhaps a higher level on his inner leg than normally appropriate.

  “Fine,” Jack said, succumbing to Kate’s persistence and erotic touch.

  “I finally approached you tonight for a reason,” Jack said. “I’ve been wanting to for a while, but Halloween is the only night when I can dress like something I’m not. Where I can be a different sort of character. One that’s not so...feared.”

  “Isn’t that the point of Halloween? To dress like something fearful?” Kate quipped.

  “Sorry to break it to you, Kate, but your cowgirl outfit and pigtail braids don’t exactly scream scary.”

  “Haha. Touché,” Kate said.

  They stared silently for a moment.

  Just do it, Kate. You know you want to.

  Kate leaned in to kiss Jack, emitting an act of bravery and confidence that she’d never felt before.

  “Are you sure you want to do this?” Jack asked in a serious tone.

  “Yes,” Kate said. “I want you.”

  Who is this knew person inside me? Kate thought. I like her.


  “You know, Kate, there really is a reason I can’t sleep at night.” Jack quickly let out, as if to stop his animal-like impulses from taking over.

  “I know,” said Kate.

  “No, you don’t,” Jack said, unlocking his gaze and staring down at his lap.

  Kate slowly moved her hand to where his eyes would see them, just next to his cock. She could feel the heat coming from his bulge. She had been thinking about this moment nearly all night.

  “So tell me,” she said.

  “How about I show you,” Jack replied, glancing back at her face and taking her head in his palms.

  “Okay,” she said. “Show me,” moving her hand on top of his growing sex.

  Jack leaned in to kiss her gently, meeting her tongue with his while keeping hold of her face. “Let’s go into the woods, he said, so no one sees us.”

  “Okay,” Kate replied, unsure why the thought of walking into the dark woods – at night – with a stranger – was suddenly a turn on.

  The woods were not well kept. In fact, Kate had never stepped one foot inside them, thinking that she would either contract some horrible skin rash or become someone – or something’s – dinner. The trees hung low, making it even more difficult to see the looming sky above. It was a full moon – go figure – and if not for its light shining ever-so-slightly between the leaves and branches, Kate would have a hard time seeing where she was headed. Cheshire Woods, the forest was called. Kate couldn’t help but think about the annoying cat from Alice and Wonderland – the one that entered her nightmares regularly as a child. I hate cats, Kate thought.

  As Kate and Jack entered the wooden territory, Kate discovered quickly that the trees hugged tightly whatever decided to enter its terrain. If something went wrong, there was absolutely no way anyone would find her. She could smell the wet dew on the forest floor, remembering the horrible rainstorm that had happened two nights before. She gulped. Hard.

  Jack led Kate to a semi-clearing about a 10 minute walk into the forest floor. Kate could see the moon up above more clearly, taking pleasure in the fact that she could also see Jack’s face – and physique – more easily as well.