The BBW and the Beast: A Shifter Retelling of Beauty and the Beast (A BBW Shifter Fairy Tale Retelling Book 1) by Sylvia Frost Page A
Authors: Sylvia Frost
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mouthful of her distinctive perfume instead. It was warm and dry as always, but also had a note of floral sweetness that made him want to lick up her thighs, straight to her center.
She noticed him sniffing and said, “Smells good, right?”
Samson grunted. His brain was having trouble forming words, given that all of his blood was currently in his cock.
“Let’s go eat, then!” And Bel trotted off toward the kitchen.
Samson followed her, trying his best not to give in to the temptation to stalk her down, pin her against the wall, and show her what happened when you teased a werewolf.
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W hat am I doing ?
It was a question that had entered Bel’s head with more and more frequency over the past couple of weeks.
It didn’t help that Samson was being so nice. Every time she turned around, he seemed to be doing something subtly kind. Some acts seemed staged – such as the rescued puppy. She could tell every time he looked at it that he wasn’t a fan of the dog. To be honest, she wasn’t a pet person either. She always found their obedient domesticity sad. They had both been grateful when the dog’s owner came to claim it.
But the fact that Samson seemed to be trying to be good was heartening enough, and her suspicion that Samson might be putting on a show for her was more intoxicating than any scotch. Her father calling to say it was very nice of her to send over a doctor for a checkup and Rex confirming that Samson had been behind the visit was the final straw.
That was when she decided that maybe it was time to give Samson another chance. If he wanted to take it. And judging by the look on his face across the kitchen table, he very much did.
Bel pushed around some of the roasted zucchini on her plate – her own private joke – and sighed. “Sorry about the lack of protein.”
“You’re a vegetarian,” he said. “I wouldn’t expect it.”
“Actually, my problem is more that I had to cook with the groceries I had left.” She held up her fork like a sword and hoisted it upwards. “Unfortunately, I can’t go out and bag my own deer.”
Samson grunted once, his eyes focused on his plate. He hadn’t eaten a bite.
“Don’t like vegetables, huh?”
He looked over at her, his brow furrowed, like he was in complete agony. There were two explanations for the expression, Bel decided. One, he really, really hated vegetables; or two, he really, really liked her and was trying his best not to do anything about it.
“Come on. Just give them a try.” Bel speared a slice of zucchini and offered it to him. She was glad she had chosen the kitchen table; the formal dining room table would’ve been too big to lean across.
He didn’t seem to notice the zucchini. Instead, his gaze flicked down the top of her dress.
She pressed the zucchini to his lips. “I promise it’s tasty.” She lowered her voice to a whisper. “The secret is lots of butter!”
“Isabella.” His eyes darkened, and he gently pushed away the zucchini. “Step away from me.”
Bel scooted back immediately. Oh, God.
She had taken his kindness as his trying to win his way into her good graces, but the truth was, he was probably just being nice to apologize to her for getting drunk and accidentally molesting her. Despite all of her self-assurances, she still felt a familiar certainty that no man this attractive could actually want her. She wasn’t like Cynthia. Guys didn’t make-out with her in parties in High School, they stole her journal and read aloud her fantasies for a laugh.
Tears welled in her eyes, and she turned and brushed them away before they could actually fall.
I’m an idiot.
When she resurfaced, Samson regarded her curiously. “If you had stayed that close to me, it wouldn’t have been safe.”
Bel fought the temptation to fling her plate of zucchini in his face. “Safe? What are you, a wild animal?”
His eyes glimmered. “That may be a good way to think about it. I have a limited amount of
She noticed him sniffing and said, “Smells good, right?”
Samson grunted. His brain was having trouble forming words, given that all of his blood was currently in his cock.
“Let’s go eat, then!” And Bel trotted off toward the kitchen.
Samson followed her, trying his best not to give in to the temptation to stalk her down, pin her against the wall, and show her what happened when you teased a werewolf.
10
W hat am I doing ?
It was a question that had entered Bel’s head with more and more frequency over the past couple of weeks.
It didn’t help that Samson was being so nice. Every time she turned around, he seemed to be doing something subtly kind. Some acts seemed staged – such as the rescued puppy. She could tell every time he looked at it that he wasn’t a fan of the dog. To be honest, she wasn’t a pet person either. She always found their obedient domesticity sad. They had both been grateful when the dog’s owner came to claim it.
But the fact that Samson seemed to be trying to be good was heartening enough, and her suspicion that Samson might be putting on a show for her was more intoxicating than any scotch. Her father calling to say it was very nice of her to send over a doctor for a checkup and Rex confirming that Samson had been behind the visit was the final straw.
That was when she decided that maybe it was time to give Samson another chance. If he wanted to take it. And judging by the look on his face across the kitchen table, he very much did.
Bel pushed around some of the roasted zucchini on her plate – her own private joke – and sighed. “Sorry about the lack of protein.”
“You’re a vegetarian,” he said. “I wouldn’t expect it.”
“Actually, my problem is more that I had to cook with the groceries I had left.” She held up her fork like a sword and hoisted it upwards. “Unfortunately, I can’t go out and bag my own deer.”
Samson grunted once, his eyes focused on his plate. He hadn’t eaten a bite.
“Don’t like vegetables, huh?”
He looked over at her, his brow furrowed, like he was in complete agony. There were two explanations for the expression, Bel decided. One, he really, really hated vegetables; or two, he really, really liked her and was trying his best not to do anything about it.
“Come on. Just give them a try.” Bel speared a slice of zucchini and offered it to him. She was glad she had chosen the kitchen table; the formal dining room table would’ve been too big to lean across.
He didn’t seem to notice the zucchini. Instead, his gaze flicked down the top of her dress.
She pressed the zucchini to his lips. “I promise it’s tasty.” She lowered her voice to a whisper. “The secret is lots of butter!”
“Isabella.” His eyes darkened, and he gently pushed away the zucchini. “Step away from me.”
Bel scooted back immediately. Oh, God.
She had taken his kindness as his trying to win his way into her good graces, but the truth was, he was probably just being nice to apologize to her for getting drunk and accidentally molesting her. Despite all of her self-assurances, she still felt a familiar certainty that no man this attractive could actually want her. She wasn’t like Cynthia. Guys didn’t make-out with her in parties in High School, they stole her journal and read aloud her fantasies for a laugh.
Tears welled in her eyes, and she turned and brushed them away before they could actually fall.
I’m an idiot.
When she resurfaced, Samson regarded her curiously. “If you had stayed that close to me, it wouldn’t have been safe.”
Bel fought the temptation to fling her plate of zucchini in his face. “Safe? What are you, a wild animal?”
His eyes glimmered. “That may be a good way to think about it. I have a limited amount of
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