The BBW and the Beast: A Shifter Retelling of Beauty and the Beast (A BBW Shifter Fairy Tale Retelling Book 1) by Sylvia Frost
Authors: Sylvia Frost
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determined to provide a life of security and safety for his sons he accidentally created one of the top hedge funds in the US which Rex now managed, and about how much his mother had loved to garden. He was always careful never to reveal the truth about their previous meeting or his animal nature. The former would be something she’d have to admit to herself, and the latter he wouldn’t bother telling her about until after they had been officially mated.
And oh, how he wanted to mate her.
It didn’t matter how innocuous their meetings were; their attraction was like an exposed wire. The closer he got to her, the more impossible it became to not touch.
Their last meeting had been particularly unbearable; she was showing him the latest mockup for the site and how to change the product descriptions when he entered the wrong password for the third time. Frustrated, she had bent over him and pecked it out quickly herself.
In that second, her breast had brushed against his chest. Her skin was so soft. Samson had shuddered, his cock instantly erect. When she began to draw back after she had completed her task, he had shot out a hand to bar her way without thinking.
Open desire had glimmered in her dark brown eyes as she leaned toward him, the power of the bond finally overriding her common sense and forcing her body to bend to his needs.
Instantly, Samson had retreated.
They were both worked up after that, their breathing the only sound in the stuffy collection room.
That was when Samson had excused himself to go hunting.
But after four hours and the end of twilight, he knew he had to return. So he stared at the door, ashamed at his reluctance to enter his own home.
I’m a wolf, goddammit, not a mouse.
He stamped off his shoes on the welcome mat – one of the few home-making additions Isabella had made succesfully – and entered.
Immediately, he was assaulted by the scent of roasted vegetables. Zucchini, to be precise. Samson decided he wouldn’t disturb Isabella’s cooking. They hadn’t been in the dining room together at all since that disastrous dinner.
He was just beginning to walk to his room when he heard her footsteps from a few rooms over. He had plenty of time to get up the stairs before their paths collided. Still flushed from tracking Luther, he knew that would be the wisest course.
But being wise was exhausting.
“Oh, there you are. I wasn’t sure when you’d get back!”
Isabella was standing in the doorway, smiling at him, a cooking spoon in her hand. She was wearing one of the dresses he had bought for her.
It looked even better than Samson had imagined it would. Tight and yellow, it clung to her chest, her breasts practically threatening to tear it to pieces. Its white lace hem flirted with the tops of her deliciously thick thighs, and although some kind of belt was looped around her middle, Samson knew it would only take him a second to rip it to shreds. A claw threatened to emerge from his finger for just that purpose.
“I made dinner,” she said, waving the spoon enthusiastically, making her chest jiggle. “Wanna join me?”
He swallowed down a mouthful of saliva. “You’re wearing a dress.”
“Oh, yeah,” Bel said, her smile even brighter. “I never said thank you for the clothes. They were for me, right? I hope I didn’t steal your sister’s clothes, or something.” She did a little twirl, giggling.
Gods and demons. What had gotten into her? He thought he could see a flash of her underwear as her hem rose up. It was striped.
She leaned against the wall, a little winded from the motion. “Sorry, I’m a little goofy. I just wanted to say thanks for all you’ve done. The internet, the doctor for my dad –“ She waggled the cooking spoon at him. “I found out about that, by the way!” Her hand slipped on the wall.
Samson sniffed the air, searching for the tang of alcohol. She must’ve drunk some of his scotch. But his investigation backfired, and he got a
And oh, how he wanted to mate her.
It didn’t matter how innocuous their meetings were; their attraction was like an exposed wire. The closer he got to her, the more impossible it became to not touch.
Their last meeting had been particularly unbearable; she was showing him the latest mockup for the site and how to change the product descriptions when he entered the wrong password for the third time. Frustrated, she had bent over him and pecked it out quickly herself.
In that second, her breast had brushed against his chest. Her skin was so soft. Samson had shuddered, his cock instantly erect. When she began to draw back after she had completed her task, he had shot out a hand to bar her way without thinking.
Open desire had glimmered in her dark brown eyes as she leaned toward him, the power of the bond finally overriding her common sense and forcing her body to bend to his needs.
Instantly, Samson had retreated.
They were both worked up after that, their breathing the only sound in the stuffy collection room.
That was when Samson had excused himself to go hunting.
But after four hours and the end of twilight, he knew he had to return. So he stared at the door, ashamed at his reluctance to enter his own home.
I’m a wolf, goddammit, not a mouse.
He stamped off his shoes on the welcome mat – one of the few home-making additions Isabella had made succesfully – and entered.
Immediately, he was assaulted by the scent of roasted vegetables. Zucchini, to be precise. Samson decided he wouldn’t disturb Isabella’s cooking. They hadn’t been in the dining room together at all since that disastrous dinner.
He was just beginning to walk to his room when he heard her footsteps from a few rooms over. He had plenty of time to get up the stairs before their paths collided. Still flushed from tracking Luther, he knew that would be the wisest course.
But being wise was exhausting.
“Oh, there you are. I wasn’t sure when you’d get back!”
Isabella was standing in the doorway, smiling at him, a cooking spoon in her hand. She was wearing one of the dresses he had bought for her.
It looked even better than Samson had imagined it would. Tight and yellow, it clung to her chest, her breasts practically threatening to tear it to pieces. Its white lace hem flirted with the tops of her deliciously thick thighs, and although some kind of belt was looped around her middle, Samson knew it would only take him a second to rip it to shreds. A claw threatened to emerge from his finger for just that purpose.
“I made dinner,” she said, waving the spoon enthusiastically, making her chest jiggle. “Wanna join me?”
He swallowed down a mouthful of saliva. “You’re wearing a dress.”
“Oh, yeah,” Bel said, her smile even brighter. “I never said thank you for the clothes. They were for me, right? I hope I didn’t steal your sister’s clothes, or something.” She did a little twirl, giggling.
Gods and demons. What had gotten into her? He thought he could see a flash of her underwear as her hem rose up. It was striped.
She leaned against the wall, a little winded from the motion. “Sorry, I’m a little goofy. I just wanted to say thanks for all you’ve done. The internet, the doctor for my dad –“ She waggled the cooking spoon at him. “I found out about that, by the way!” Her hand slipped on the wall.
Samson sniffed the air, searching for the tang of alcohol. She must’ve drunk some of his scotch. But his investigation backfired, and he got a
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