Yeti! Were? - Contemporary Paranormal BBW Shapeshifter/Werewolf
On the night of the midnight moon, Sela finds herself locked in an industrial freezer, put there by none other than her alpha’s half-crazed brother. Content to spend her weekend as a wolf for her duration at the frozen prison, she doesn’t expect the whack job to thrust someone else in there with her. Now, faced with the choice of shifting and tearing into the yummy man’s hide or simply fucking through the lust frenzy that accompanies the midnight moon, Sela doesn’t know what to do. Decisions, decisions…
Yosi should have kept driving right through the town. He definitely shouldn’t have stopped for dinner at The Den. When the weasely wolf, Ron approached him, he told the man exactly what he thought of him. Which landed him in a nice stay at the local meat plant and a cozy room in their freezer. Not a good place for a yeti to be. Drastic changes in temperature from hot to cold make Yosi feral, and horny…
Excerpt
Fuck, she was locked in a room with a yeti. Not just any room either; no, it had to be a fucking freezer. The one thing that got a yeti to go primal; the cold. She didn’t know if she should run or face her imminent death head-on. Running would tire him out, and a tired yeti did kill fast. Running would only delay the inevitable. She squared her shoulders, ready to stare death down like a man… er, woman. “So, do you prefer to play with your food or will you make this quick and painless?” At least she wouldn’t have to worry about eating him. Though, if he just would have been a human, they could have fucked and both left the freezer very happy.
He took a step back, brows furrowed. She noticed a smattering of pale white hair peeking out of the top of his shirt. It had already started. She’d be staring at a full on, furry yeti soon.
“What you mean?” he grunted.
Yeah, he was already at the point of no return and if everything she’d read about them was true, the shift from a somewhat normal appearing man to a giant furry guy usually took prolonged exposure to the cold. Being locked in the freezer must have accelerated the process. Great, she’d be with an extremely cranky yeti. Even better. “I mean, if you’re going to eat me, will you at least make it quick?” Short words. Short words for the near Neanderthal man. “Me run? Or you eat, kill now?” There, that should do it. Like talking to a two-year-old.
The thin T-shirt which had grown tighter by the minute finally split, tearing more with each breath he took and exposing his dark skin. The same snow-white hair she’d seen peeking out of the shirt now covered his entire chest. It looked silky soft and Sela wondered what it would feel like to run her hands through the pale fur, stroking each of his muscles.
The man kicked off his shoes, never taking his eyes from her. She still hadn’t decided if he would chase her and make her run for her life before tearing her into bite-sized pieces or if he’d just kill her now. Fear, not the temperature in the room, kept her frozen.
He reached for the button of his jeans, flicking them open without hesitation and simply tearing them from his body. Oh, what a body. More importantly, what a cock. Her wolf howled its appreciation inside her head and she winced at the internal noise. Horny beast. His legs were covered in the same silken fur, from his ankles to his upper thighs. The only hairless place on his now nude body? The skin surrounding the juncture of his thighs and his cock.
The stranger’s cock was long and thick, thicker than anything she’d ever seen before. Sure, she’d watched porn along with all the other women, getting themselves off when a suitable male wasn’t around. But this cock put all the porn stars to shame. What she (and her wolf) wouldn’t give to lick, suck, and fuck that beautiful specimen. Too bad he wanted to eat her — and not in a good way.
He grunted and she drew her gaze back to his face. The fur had thinned at his neck, leaving his face just as it had been before, hairless, dark and beautiful. Like chiseled perfection, he had a strong chin, angular nose and the deepest blue eyes she’d ever seen. “You run. Then eat. No kill.”
“Great. You’re going to play with me, eat part of me, but not kill me. You should, you know, I really don’t want to spend my life disfigured.” Sela shouldn’t have been taunting the giant, but maybe teasing him would push him to kill her a bit quicker.
“I eat. I fuck. No hurt. Mine.” He grunted and took a few steps back.
Eat? Fuck? Mine? Damn, in any other situation, she would have laughed. Instead, she thanked God for Ron and his idiocy. Only Ron would put Sela in a freezer on the night of the midnight moon with a yeti because she wouldn’t fuck him. She’d be fucked tonight, by the biggest cock she’d ever seen. Better yet? He wanted to chase her and then fuck her. The yeti was playing Sela’s favorite sex game and tonight there wouldn’t be any losers.
True, the yeti could always change his mind and tear her limb from limb, but he could do that at any time, fucking wouldn’t change that. And what a way to go. Striding past him, moving quickly but not yet running, she shot a glance at his cock. Already it stood tall and erect as if reaching for her.
The heels of Sela’s shoes clicked on the concrete floor as she moved away from him, eager for the chase to begin… and end.
Excerpt #2
Sela held her breath and waited, legs splayed wide, holding herself open for him. If the man didn’t fuck or eat her soon, she’d scream and jump his damned bones or shift and then she’d have to fight him. Her wolf clamored for something, anything, and she wanted to be fucked, now. The chase had aroused her more than she would have thought. Normally, bedroom games didn’t appeal to her, but with Yeti, her pussy had clenched and grown wet with every step she’d taken.
She’d played with him at first, taking it slow and taunting him as she “ran.” All for the desired result. His cock, now fully hard and erect, dripped pre-come, the tip oozing the white fluid. She’d watched him as he approached with slow, measured steps. His eyes never strayed to her face, instead he stared intently at her pussy. Even now, as he stepped forward, he kept his gaze trained south of her waist. She didn’t know how much longer she could withstand the need to shift. The desire to go furry or fuck was strong.
As confident as she’d been that he would want to plunge into her immediately, his stare began to make her wonder if he wanted to taste her first. But then, oh then, he gripped the base of his erection, positioning it to his, and her, liking. Sela rocked her hips forward, aching for more. He pressed the tip of his cock into her heat, stretching her opening as he rubbed the bulbous head against her inner walls before receding to slide along her slit. She moaned from his teasing, more of her juices flowing as her cunt tightened as if trying to pull him back into her. “Please, Yeti.”
He grunted in response, eyes still trained on her pussy. “Yosi.”
She realized he was giving her his name and she blanched at the thought that they’d nearly fucked without exchanging names. “Sela.”
“Sela.” His gaze met hers for a moment as he gripped her hips, palms splayed over her hipbones and his thumbs pressing the soft flesh at the top of her slit. Growling low, the sound vibrating through his hands, and the head of his cock poised at her core, he thrust forward in a great lunge, seating his shaft fully in her pussy. “Mine.”
Sela responded with a scream followed by a deep moan. Yosi’s enormous cock filled her to bursting. She’d had her share of well-endowed men in the past, but nothing compared to her yeti. The muscles of her cunt screamed in protest at his invasion and he seemed to sense she needed a moment to adjust. He held still once he’d speared her with his cock. Panting, she relaxed into his possession as the tight, stinging pain faded. When it finally drained, she needed, craved, movement.
Shifting forward, she eased even more of him into her. Taking her motion as a cue, Yosi retreated slowly, easing inch after inch of his dick out of her pussy, and she whimpered at the loss. Sela could feel every vein in his cock as he slid along her slick inner walls, her strained muscles attempting to clench and halt his retreat. When he’d withdrawn almost fully, leaving only the tip inside her, he thrust forward again with a mighty roar. The sound echoed off the metallic walls.
“Yosi. Fuck me, Yosi!” Sela encouraged him, wanting him to lose all control. As a wolf, she could take a lot and she craved all Yosi had to give.
He withdrew and thrust forward again, setting a punishing pace of constant advance and retreat. The sounds of flesh meeting flesh, of their sex, filled the room and mingled with their pants and moans. Even in the freezing temperatures, Sela felt sweat trickle down her back as she rocked her hips, meeting each of his thrusts.
Yosi’s thumbs pressed and massaged the flesh above her clit, seducing her orgasm from hiding. She’d never had an orgasm from indirect clit stimulation, but it looked like she’d be having one today. Leaning back, she rested her weight on her hands as she continued to rock against him. Breasts bouncing with each forceful thrust, thoughts of her jiggly body and oversized everything flitted from her mind. Right now, her thoughts focused on her yeti and the wonderful orgasm she worked toward. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard, Yosi.”
He began rubbing her mons in tiny circles, pressing down harder with his massive thumbs as he increased his pace, her juices coating the way for his cock. Closing her eyes, she dropped her head back, and focused on her impending release. Tremors passed through her body, tiny shakes completely unrelated to the cold and due entirely to Yosi’s attentions. Her muscles spasmed and contracted as her climax drew closer. Sela’s toes curled uncontrollably. Calves flexing, she rocked forward, shifting closer and increasing the pressure above her clit. So close.
Panting, she urged her yeti on. “Come on, Yosi. Fuck me!” she practically growled. Her wolf howled and mewled as her release neared. Sela could feel her nails lengthening into claws, digging into the cardboard and frozen meat beneath her. Her pussy was not only full, but felt heavy, swollen. Her juices dripped and slid down her thighs, more escaping with every thrust and retreat of Yosi’s shaft. “Please, Yosi,” she whimpered.
Suddenly, Yosi’s thumbs shifted, giving her a different sensation centered directly over her swollen clit. She nearly bucked him off her, ass rising from her perch as her orgasm slammed through her like a freight train. Sparks of electricity traveled along every nerve and every muscle tightened and flexed, her body strung like a bow as Yosi fucked her through her orgasm. Stars burst beneath her eyelids with every slam of his hips against hers and still he gripped her hips, pressing and rubbing her clit, causing another orgasm to begin building. Damn, did he want her to come again?
