Yeti! Again? - Contemporary Paranormal Shapeshifter BBW Erotic Romance
Sela and Yosi are back (again) with this peek into their fur-flying fun-filled lives of love, lust and little feet. Little feet? Yeah, a few little feet that go pitter patter (or is it bump) in the night.
But their sexin’ is called to a halt by Yosi the minute he finds out about Sela’s pregnancy. What’s a sex-starved gal to do when the man she loves is too afraid to make love because of the baby she carries? Why, take him to a place where his base nature can’t resist coming out to play.
Sela sees a freezer in her future…
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Excerpt
For the tenth time in as many days, Sela stared at the almost endless expanse of white before her. She was beginning to really hate this toilet.
Every morning and sometimes throughout the day, she found herself retching over a nearby sink or toilet as her stomach attempted to expel its non-existent contents. If only it had its own brain. Then she’d tell it to quit the shit already and leave her alone.
Kneeling on the thin bathmat, she cursed Yosi, and herself, for letting him talk her into the cheap accessories.
“Who’s gonna see our bathroom?” he’d said. Well, she did, and at this very moment she was on her knees on the cheap rug and they ached in protest. So now, not only was her stomach doing somersaults, but her knees would likely be bruised from being on the ground so long. And damn it, this was his fault!
It wasn’t so much his choice in decorations that upset her as the fact that the man had done what he’d set out to do. He’d gotten her pregnant. The ass.
Okay, so she didn’t really know if she was pregnant, but puking from the scent of strawberries (strawberries, of all things!) clued her in that something was not right in Sela’s world. Ha! An understatement of gargantuan proportions.
No, she hadn’t actively tried not to get pregnant, but… but… she wasn’t mom material. Hell, she had been practically chased out of her own pack by the alpha’s crazy brother. It didn’t matter that the twerp was eventually put down by the alpha. What mattered was that she had been run out of town. Period.
Of course, wonderful things came from suffering at the hands of a power hungry, barely omega wolf. She’d met Yosi. Albeit under strange circumstances.
Sela sighed as she rested her cheek against the edge of the toilet bowl. She’d never think of a steak quite the same way ever again. Being locked in an industrial meat freezer and meeting the giant yeti had been the greatest day of her life. Or rather, night.
She always remembered their first night together fondly. Sure, she’d run out on him after they’d spent the entire night fucking each other’s brains out, but who wouldn’t. Yosi was a yeti for goodness sake!
Pressing her hand to her stomach, she took a deep breath and willed the spinning to stop. She and Yosi had reservations at a local hoity-toity steak restaurant and she wasn’t about to be late because the thing growing inside her wouldn’t leave her alone.
Rising from the floor, she leaned against the counter to steady herself and stared down at the flimsy excuse for shoes on her feet. How the man had convinced her four-inch stilettos were a good idea, she’d never know. Already tall for a woman at five feet nine inches, Sela didn’t need the extra boost the shoes gave.
And while Yosi admired her body with gentle touches and outright crude comments, her big ass was not made to balance on a single centimeter. She eyed the heel of her left shoe. Hell, it probably wasn’t even that wide. Nothing she could do about it now though. The man had spoken. He generally didn’t ask for much beyond her love (in and out of the bedroom) so she gave in to him on the point of shoes. Besides, he’d be rubbing her feet later… in addition to other things.
“Sela! We’re gonna be late for our reservation!” Lord, the man could bellow.
She smoothed her hands over her chiffon and satin skirt and tugged the neck of her blouse a bit higher in an attempt to cover her breasts. She shook her head. No way could she cover anything in this getup. Yosi had picked it out, and while she loved that he loved to look at her, she didn’t feel comfortable when he wanted to look at so much of her while outside their home.
With a shrug, she opened the bathroom door and walked right into Yosi’s raised fist. His knuckles collided with her forehead with a soft thump and she winced, baring her extending fangs as she wobbled backward.
“Oh, shit, Sela mine. Come here and let me look at you.” The poor man sounded so apologetic and looked sad as he spoke to her, but her wolf wasn’t having it.
The beast within, normally easily under her control, growled low and threatening. The sound reverberated in Sela’s chest and echoed off the tile walls. She would dare the yeti to take one step closer and then she’d take a bite out of his hide while whacking him in the head.
Holding out a hand, she staved off Yosi’s approach as she fought with her wolf. The bitch wanted control, wanted to tear into its mate for trying to harm her and her cub. Fucking bitch. Pregnancy really wasn’t on Sela’s to-do list.
The number one reason: the man standing before her.
“Sela. Stand still, baby, let me look at your head.”
Thank God he seemed to be ignoring her wolf’s growls of protest. He continued to whisper sweet, loving words as he hugged her to his chest, pressing tender kisses to her bruised forehead.
Yup. Being pregnant was really going to suck. As over-protective as Yosi acted normally, finding out she was baking a baby in her oven would push him into unbearable territory.
Maybe she could keep it a secret…
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Excerpt #2
Nope, no way, no how could she keep the little bundle of make-mommy-puke a secret for seven more months. She figured she was about two months along now and the way the peanut-sized kid was making her feel, she wouldn’t make it through dinner, let alone months of this torture. Plus there was the whole “gaining weight” and “growing around the middle” thing she’d have to contend with. But, it wasn’t like she was a slim little thing. Maybe she could push it off for another month… or four.
Sela stared at her steak, rare, on her plate and fought the urge to gag. Being a wolf, steak was an all day, every day sort of meal. The only difference with this steak was the quality of the cut and location, but her stomach wasn’t listening.
The waiter returned, pouring more ginger ale into her glass, with a smile and wink. Sela returned his smile. The boy was cute in a “rob the cradle” sort of way. The moment her lips curved from their flat-lined place, she felt Yosi stiffen and grow marginally beside her.
Extreme temperatures or emotion could set a yeti off and, since she wasn’t the slightest bit chilly, she could only imagine Yosi’s problem. She took a sip of the cool drink, the ice tinkling against the fine crystal glasses.
“Anything else I can get for you, madam?”
Sela smiled against her glass. If only he were a little older and she weren’t so in love with the big, fuming, furrifying lug next to her…
“No, I’m fine, thanks.” She returned the glass to the table and didn’t miss the waiter’s wink as he departed. She slapped her hand over Yosi’s just in time to keep him from chasing after the flirtatious waiter.
“Yosi,” she hissed low enough for only his yeti ears to hear.
“Mine.” His gaze snapped to hers and the telltale lightening of his eyes showed her just how upset the waiter’s flirting, and her reciprocation, upset him.
She rubbed tiny circles on the back of his hand, soothing the beast. “Yours, Yosi, always yours. How long have I been yours and you still doubt me?”
The censure in her voice slipped past his anger and she breathed a sigh of relief as his blue eyes returned to their natural pale brown. “I know, Sela mine. Just don’t like others trying to take what belongs to me.” He drew her hand to his lips and planted a kiss to the back of her hand.
She snorted. “Ha! As if someone would want me, blimp that I am.”
Being in public made her too relaxed to worry about what she said. She didn’t for one second believe Yosi would call her to task for her comments, but she was wrong. So fucking wrong.
Without a grunt of effort he tugged her chair next to his in the darkened alcove and brushed his lips against her ear, whispering for only her. “You are the most beautiful…” Lick. “Sensual…” Kiss. “And amazing…” Nuzzle. “Woman I know. You are my wife, the future mother of my children, and I don’t ever want to hear you talk about yourself like that again.”
Her heart nearly stopped when he mentioned children, while his kisses and sweet words lulled her into submission in the shadowed area. Before she knew what had happened, Yosi’s hand slid along her inner thigh and gripped the soft flesh. She didn’t fight him when he slid her leg over his, opening her to him.
It wasn’t until the cool restaurant air hit her now dripping pussy that she realized what he’d done. Of course, by then, his large though nimble fingers were fiddling with the crotch of her panties.
She tried to close her legs and urged him to stop. “Yosi. Yosi. We are in a restaurant.” He didn’t listen and continued tugging at her panties. Part of her wanted to close her legs, raise her hips and wiggle the garment off. The other part of her, the part that knew she couldn’t come quietly, knew that was a very, very bad idea.
“Want, Sela mine.”
Damn, close to monosyllables. “Yosi, love, you got upset because the waiter flirted with me and now you want to risk exposing me to him?” Reason, reason could work, right?
Yosi nipped her exposed shoulder and she moaned and wiggled in her seat. The bite of his teeth snaked through her and shot straight to her core. Man, she hoped the restaurant seats didn’t stain. ‘Cause sure as God made puppies, she’d be leaving a wet spot if he didn’t stop soon.
“Yosi.” She gasped as more cool air assaulted her pussy and the quiet sound of tearing cloth met her ears. The man had torn her panties. Bad enough that he usually tore her clothes when he got really cold-and-bothered, but her panties? Those were sacred to a woman. Especially the sexy, non-granny panties.
She didn’t have much time to worry or voice her complaints about him tearing her thong — just as she opened her mouth to protest, his large, blunt finger skimmed her slit. Tiny shivers of pleasure shot up her spine and he traced the seam of her pussy lips from top to bottom and back again.
He didn’t nudge deeper or urge her legs further apart to open her more. He just kept up the gentle teasing… up and down and up and down. He traced the lips until she thought she’d die from being unfulfilled.
Then he spoke, his voice gruff and rough from arousal, and she prayed he wouldn’t tease her for too long. “Like this, Sela mine? Like me playing with this pretty cinnamon pussy of yours? You’re so wet, love. Dripping all over my finger while I stroke you.”
She squirmed, rocking her hips forward, begging for more, but unwilling to tell him what she wanted. This was their game. The first time they’d ever played it in public, sure, but their usual game nonetheless.
“You’re going to come for me, aren’t you, Sela? Come all over my hand and I’ll have your juices for dessert. Then we’ll go home and I’ll make love to you all night.”
Sela whimpered. Her man was in control now. He’d been on edge earlier with the waiter’s behavior, but the man she fell in love with and married was in charge and making her suffer for teasing him. Sela loved the yeti side of Yosi for fast, furious and seriously hard fucking, but she liked him being tender, loving and teasing even more.
“Please, Yosi.”
He nudged his finger further between her lips, still sliding along her slit, and each time he neared the top, she held her breath. The very tip of his finger stroked her clit and she shuddered, a mini-climax causing her to gasp as her pussy clenched on air.
Yosi dipped his finger lower and circled the opening of her heat. Round and round he went, easing closer to her entrance with each pass. Sela held still, afraid sudden movement would alert him to how badly she wanted something, anything, buried in her cunt.
He teased her for several seconds before retreating again, his callused finger sliding along her slick folds. Frissons of pleasure and arousal danced along her spine and settled on the juncture of her thighs. Even with his gentle teasing, she was close.
Yosi tapped her clit and her muscles responded in kind, tensing and tightening with each soft strike of his fingertip. Tap, tap, tap. Her climax edged closer as her arousal heightened.
Oh gods, so close. He dipped his hand lower, shoving his thick finger into her pussy with a violent thrust as he pressed the heel of his hand against her clit. She bit her lip, nearly drawing blood to contain her scream. She didn’t hold herself back any longer, instead she rocked in time with the thrust of his hand. Her hips shoved forward to meet his every advance while she chased her orgasm.
Caution and care were thrown out the window as the sensations Yosi dragged from her pussy spread to encompass her entire body. Her nipples hardened and ached, begging for attention even though they were in public. Her heart raced and she knew her eyes were taking on the dull amber glow of her wolf.
Shockwaves of electrified bliss skittered along Sela’s spine as her climax drew near. Harder and harder, Yosi worked her pussy, stroking her inner walls and grinding his palm against her clit. “Close, Yosi.”
His mouth hadn’t left her ear and he whispered more encouragement. “That’s it, Sela mine. Come for me. Come on my hand and let me taste you for dessert. Give me what I want, love.”