The Curvy Girl Meets the Billionaire Werewolf novel · Chapter 3 of 24

Chapter 3: One Night

Etta takes the whole night she meant to take, on top of him first, and learns he will make it a long one.

He took his shirt off one button at a time, because I was watching.

The vest went first, then the tie, then the white shirt.

He dropped each one on the carpet without looking at it.

His chest was wide and hard and dusted with ash-blond hair.

Old pale scars ran across his ribs, and a tattoo of a wolf's paw sat over his heart.

My mouth went dry, and I slid off the table onto unsteady legs.

"Stand," I said.

He stood, and I kept staring up and up.

I put my palm flat on his stomach and felt the muscle jump under my hand.

"You're enormous," I said.

"You're soft," he said, in a voice like gravel, "and I've been thinking about it for an hour."

I laughed, and then I stopped laughing, because his hands were on my shoulders.

He pushed the velvet dress down my arms, unhooked my bra with one flick, and let it fall.

My breasts spilled out into the cold air, heavy and full, and he made a sound.

"Etta."

"Touch them."

He cupped them, thumbs dragging over my nipples, and my head fell back.

He bent and took one in his mouth and sucked until I whimpered.

I unbuckled his belt with fumbling hands.

I pushed the trousers down, and the rest of him sprang free against my belly, thick and hot and flushed dark.

I stared at it.

It was long and heavy, the head wet at the tip, and I wrapped my fingers around him and couldn't close them.

He groaned and shut his eyes.

"Bed," I said.

"Bed," he agreed, and picked me up.

He carried me through the door with my legs hooked around his hips and my breasts crushed to his chest.

He laid me down on a bed the size of a boat.

The sheets were cold and the lake threw silver light across the ceiling.

I pulled him down by the back of his neck and kissed him until we were both gasping.

"On your back," I said, against his mouth.

He went still.

Then he rolled, in one fluid shove, and lay under me with his hands up beside his head, and his chest rose and fell.

"Say it again," he rasped.

"On your back, Griffin."

"God, yes."

I straddled his hips.

My thighs were wide, my belly soft on his abs, and my wet pussy slid along the whole hard length of him.

He hissed and gripped the sheets.

"Don't touch me," I said.

"Not yet."

His hands fisted in the cotton.

Then I slid down his body and put my mouth on him.

I licked the salt off the head and he bucked and swore.

I took him in as far as I could, one hand wrapped around the base, and hummed.

"Etta, fuck.

"Your mouth.

"Look at you, sweetheart, you're killing me."

His thighs were shaking under my arms.

I sucked him slow and wet and then faster, until his hand shot toward my hair.

"Hands," I said, around him.

He snatched it back and gripped the headboard.

The wood creaked in his fist.

I pulled off with a wet sound and sat up, and he was panting.

I rocked, slow, dragging my clit up the underside of his cock until we were both slick, and his hips came off the mattress.

"Fuck," he said.

"Etta, fuck."

"Do you like that?"

"I love it.

"Look at you.

"Look what you do to me."

He was gold-eyed and flushed, with his throat working and sweat on his chest.

The Alpha of the whole city had his teeth gritted because I hadn't said yes yet.

Something fierce rose in me.

I reached down, held him steady, and lifted onto my knees.

The head pushed against my entrance.

I sank down on him an inch.

The stretch was sharp and wonderful, and I gasped.

"Easy," he said, shaking.

"Easy, sweetheart, you're so tight.

"Take what you want."

"I'm going to."

I took more.

I rocked and sank, another inch and another, and he filled me until I couldn't think.

I felt every thick ridge of him.

When my hips finally met his, I cried out.

He was all the way inside me, deep, and I was full to the edge of breaking.

"Oh, my God," I said.

"Look at me," he said hoarsely.

I looked.

His eyes were molten.

"You're perfect," he said.

"You're so fucking perfect, and I'm not going to last if you keep clenching."

That made me clench.

He groaned, a ragged helpless sound.

I started to move.

I rode him in long, slow rolls, my hands on his chest, my breasts swaying, my belly shaking with every thrust.

I had always hidden this view of myself in the dark.

He didn't want it hidden.

He watched every inch of it, starving, with his hands twisted in the sheets, and he told me what he saw.

"That's it.

"Your tits when you move.

"Your hips, your thighs, God, I could watch you for a year."

I picked up speed.

The bed creaked, and the sound of my body slapping onto his filled the room.

Pleasure pulled tight in my stomach, and I reached down and rubbed my clit with my fingers.

"Yes," he groaned.

"Make yourself come on me."

"Touch me, Griffin.

"Hands, now."

His hands came off the sheets and clamped on my hips.

I felt them dig into my flesh, huge and hot, and he thrust up to meet me.

"Harder," I said.

He gave it to me.

He drove up into me, over and over, and the angle hit something that made me scream.

"There," I sobbed.

"Right there, don't stop."

"I've got you."

"Don't stop."

"I'm not stopping.

"Come for me, Etta.

"Come on my cock."

I shattered.

The orgasm ripped through me from my toes, my pussy clamped around him, and I screamed his name, and my vision went white.

He swore and flipped us.

I landed on my back with my thighs spread around his waist, and he was over me, huge, shaking, still buried deep.

"I need," he said, "I can't."

"Take it," I said.

"Take me.

"Finish in me."

He pinned my wrists above my head and drove into me, deep and hard and fast.

The headboard hit the wall.

My breasts bounced with every stroke, and I wrapped my legs around his waist and held on.

He kissed me, wild and clumsy, with a growl shaking in his chest.

"Mine," he said, on a breath.

I was too far gone to notice.

"Yours," I said.

"Yes.

"Please, yours, tonight.

"Come on, Griffin."

He thrust once more, hard enough to push me up the sheets, and let go.

He roared into my neck, his whole body locked over mine, and I felt him pulse inside me, hot and endless.

It took a long time.

When it was over he collapsed beside me and pulled me onto his chest.

We lay like that with the lake light moving on the ceiling, his heart slamming under my ear.

"One night," I said, when I could talk.

I felt him go still.

"That's what I came here for.

"One good night, and then I go home and bake."

"One night," he said slowly.

He kissed the top of my head, and his hand moved up and down my back.

"Then I'll make it a long one."

He did not let me sleep.

His hand slid down my belly while I was still catching my breath, and his fingers found my clit.

I was swollen and sore and I wanted it so badly I whimpered.

"Again," he said into my ear.

"Say it, Etta."

"Again.

"Please, again."

He rolled me onto my side with my back to his chest.

He lifted my top leg over his thigh and opened me, and I felt the heat of him against my ass.

"Guide me," he said.

I reached between my legs and took him in my hand.

I lined him up, wet and slick from the first time, and pushed back.

He slid in slow, an inch at a time, and we both groaned.

"There you are," he said.

"God, that's good."

He held my hip with one hand and kept the other between my legs, working my clit in small, patient circles.

He fucked me in long deep strokes that I felt in my throat.

His mouth was on my shoulder, his beard scratching, and his teeth just grazed me.

"You have the softest skin I've ever touched," he said.

"I love your belly against my arm.

"I love your thighs.

"I love that you tell me what to do."

"Harder," I whispered.

"Here?"

"There.

"Oh, there."

He gave me exactly that, and the pleasure came back fast and bright.

I arched and tried to turn my face into the pillow.

"No," he said, and caught my chin.

"Let me hear it."

I came with his name, loud, shaking in his arms.

He followed, with his teeth in my shoulder and his hand clamped on my hip, pulsing deep and gasping my name into my hair.

At ten past four I lay on his arm, wrecked and warm, and listened to him breathe.

He was still inside me, a little, and neither of us moved.

"Etta," he said.

"What's your address?"

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