Bound By Her Scent (A BBW Shifter Romance): Twin Canyon Shifters Read online

  Bound By Her Scent

  Kara Swynn

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  Smashwords Edition

  Copyright © 2014 Kara Swynn

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  Acknowledgements

  Thanks to my supporters: Lou and the gang, can’t do this without you. I love you all!!!

  Cover by – Angie Zambrano

  Editing by – JL_Field

  Table of Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  About the Author

  Recommended Reads

  Prologue

  “Ow. Ow. Wait. Th-this isn’t going to work. It’s too big.” Ally pushed against Ryker’s chest in an attempt to lift him off of her.

  “You want this, don’t you, babe?” Ryker asked seductively as he suckled more intently on her nipple.

  “Yes,” She panted, “but… you’re too big.”

  “Me or my cock?” he asked arrogantly, nipping at her hardened nub.

  “Both. All of you. I’m scared. It’s going to hurt.”

  “It’ll be ok. Just let me in, baby. I’ll go slow,” Ryker leaned over her, tilting her hips up while spreading her legs wider as he positioned the large tip of his cock at her tiny back entrance. The wolf in him wanted to mount her, but he needed to see her face as she took him in. He wanted to know the moment she felt his cock breach her ass. Then he’d own all of her. He’d fucked her mouth and her sweet pussy, now his wolf was demanding her ass. He knew he’d break his promise to go slowly, but his beast would not be denied.

  He lined his cock up against her puckered bud and pushed forward. She cried out as her tight ring clamped shut denying his entry. She needed more time to adjust but he couldn’t afford to give it to her. The wolf within him was out of patience. He grabbed hold of the base of his thick shaft and relentlessly pushed past the first tight ring. He felt it stretch slightly, but not enough to ease her pain.

  “Oh God, it hurts. Ryker!” She whined.

  “I want you so bad, baby. Don’t ask me to stop. Fuck, I can’t stop, Ally.”

  She shook under him; a tear slipped from her eye even as she nodded in acceptance.

  He pushed further inside her tight channel, loosening the grip on her thighs to reach down and spread her pussy lips open wide. He circled her glistening clit, distracting her from the pain of his thick cock breaching her ass. Ally let out a contented moan while her body momentarily relaxed against the invasion.

  “Fuck, baby, that’s it—let me in,” he coached as he slid another inch into her. “You’re so tight. Damn, you feel good.”

  “Oh god, Ryker!” Ally squealed and pushed against his thighs. Her nails scraped at his flesh, trying desperately to slow his entry.

  “I’m close, babe, just a little more.” Her struggles enticed the beast within him. “Yes, baby, fight me, mark me.”

  He leaned his weight fully on top of her. The change of position allowed him to ram his cock deeper, rendering her powerless against his rapid thrusts.

  His balls drew up tight and he felt his fangs descend as his orgasm took over. “That’s it! Fuck, oh fuck, I’m coming, Ally. Fuck! Yes!” Hot streams of his release launched from the tip of his cock and bathed her tight channel as she screamed and struggled beneath him.

  Slowly his sexual haze cleared and Ryker heard muffled sounds from beneath him. He realized he still had Ally pinned under him and she was crying. He’d never felt so fully satisfied or so utterly mortified at once.

  He launched his body off of her, shaking his head in denial. The horror of what he’d done descended on him like a ton of bricks.

  He’d hurt her - forced her! She’d leave him and it would kill him. He’d lose his mate, his heart, his love…

  *****

  Ryker Black woke bathed in sweat. His hands trembled and he struggled to catch his breath. It was a dream. Fuck. It was just another dream. Thank God!

  He rolled over and looked at the display on his phone— 3:37am. Fuck! It was the same nightmare he’d had every night since Gerrick Rogue — leader of the Twin Canyon Pack — declared the ban on human/shifter sex would be lifted.

  Ryker’s chest tightened and his jaw ached. His dreams were becoming progressively worse. They’d begun with a simple kiss, progressed to vanilla sex, and culminated in Ryker forcing Ally to take his cock up her ass. He didn’t know how much more he could take. Ryker feared his dreams would become reality if he claimed Ally as his mate.

  She was the epitome of an alpha female — voluptuous, strong-willed, and intelligent. From the moment he’d met Ally his wolf had chosen her as his mate. She wasn’t the type to submit easily and his wolf craved the challenge of her. He wanted to own her and dominate her, especially when it came to sex. But Ally was human and Ryker would be too much for her. He would never risk hurting her.

  Ally was his weakness and the only way he could resist her was to avoid her, a tactic which Ryker had mastered over the past year. When Ryker couldn’t avoid her, he argued with her — anything to keep her from discovering his true feelings. He was in love with her. It was torture at times to push Ally away, but it was for the best. She was his mate. It was his job to protect her. Even if that meant protecting her from himself…

  Chapter One

  “Because it’s glorified porn! That’s what you’re asking of me, Jack,” Ally Benson whispered emphatically, conscious of the few remaining staff watching them stroll down the long hallway. Ally had supported all of Jack’s initiatives in the past, but she was drawing the line at this particular request.

  “I’ve never known you to be closed-minded, Alison,” Jack chided.

  Jack Hayes was the Director of Canine Affairs at the Institute for Human Shifter Relations (IHSR). Only two other such institutes existed across the country. Their purpose was to assist with the seamless integration of shifter breeds into human society.

  Ninety percent of humans had no idea that animal shifters existed — a fact that both the government and shifter leaders embraced. The IHSR helped educate shifters on how to conceal their more basic animal instincts, and thus not draw attention to themselves while interacting with those who were fully human.

  Ally scowled at her colleague. “I’m not closed-minded, Jack, but even you have to admit that asking me to masturbate in front of eight alpha male wolf shifters is crossing the line.”

  They’d entered Jack’s large comfortable office and shut the door. Jack sighed, flopping down on the seat behind his desk. “I know this not your usual area of study, Ally, and you have every right to refuse. But the Pack’s very survival depends on this demonstration.”

  "Their survival hinges on the wolves learning how to please a human woman in bed, Jack. That doesn’t mean I have to be their teacher. Why can’t they watch internet porn or hire a prostitute? Why do they need a live demonstration?”

  “You can’t seriously be asking me that question?” Director Hayes replied. “You’re the animal behaviorist, Alison. You should have some idea of what makes a shifter tick.”

  Ally was a research
therapist specializing in amphibian sensory behavior. She was not a wolf expert and knew little about wolf behavior.

  Ally mimicked the Director’s behavior and plopped down on the seat opposite his desk with a sigh. “I don’t specialize in wolves, Jack, and you know it.”

  He raised an eyebrow at her. She was too smart not to have learned a few basic wolf traits over her five years at the Institute.

  “Fine,” Ally relented, tucking a wayward lock of her long black hair behind her ear. “I guess it would help for a wolf shifter to engage his sense of smell while learning the stages of human female arousal. Smell is more important to wolves than sight or sound. That’s probably the reason why porn wouldn’t be a good option for the pack males. On the other hand, a prostitute would carry the smell of too many men. Her scent would be considered repulsive for an instinctively possessive alpha wolf. What I don’t understand is how the Board determined I would be the best woman for the job?”

  Jack took off his glasses pinching the bridge of his angled nose before he answered. “We all agreed we needed someone who was sympathetic to pack issues, someone who has knowledge of the existence of shifters, and someone who Gerrick and his pack trust. Your role as a therapist and behaviorist encompasses all of these criteria.”

  By ‘we’ Ally knew Jack meant Gerrick Rogue and his alphas, which included the broodingly handsome Ryker Black. Did Ryker want to see me masturbate for his pack mates? If I agree to help with this unorthodox initiative, will he watch?

  Jack continued, “In addition, we had to consider the pack’s specific tastes in females, which ruled out most of the Institute's existing staff.”

  The large majority of female staff consisted of breast-augmented bimbos who threw themselves at Gerrick and his alphas at every opportunity. Gerrick and his pack, however, never once showed any interest in the Institute’s bimbos.

  Wolves were attracted to females with a fuller figure. They needed a real woman with wide hips, large breasts, and a full ass. Shifter males detested anything fake or implanted - that included breasts, noses, teeth, or anything else. A wolf’s ideal mate was a female who would be sturdy enough to handle their aggressive sexual needs and, as it happened, Ally fit that bill nicely.

  “That left only you and Dr. Lucas,” Jack continued.

  Jennifer Lucas was the pack’s full-time physician. She lived just outside pack territory and rarely visited the Institute. Ally had never met the woman in person, but she admired her work and her dedication to the Twin Canyon Pack.

  “I can assure you that most of the Institute staff petitioned for Dr. Lucas to conduct the demonstration, but Gerrick adamantly refused to even consider her participation. He was totally beyond reason when we suggested the doctor for this initiative. “I hate to admit it, but no one had the courage to challenge his position.”

  Ally could understand why. The leader of the shifter pack was not someone you questioned. Gerrick Rouge was built like a tank; tall and broad, with a shag of blond hair that resembled a lion’s mane. He was intensely serious and represented the pack in all its affairs. He also had a habit of descending his fangs whenever he was displeased, which quite frankly scared the shit out of Ally, as well the rest of the Institute staff.

  “So everyone just agreed I’d be the default?” Ally asked angrily.

  “No, not everyone. We knew you’d be uncomfortable with the decision and there were a number of us who spoke up. Dr. Owens refused to vote for you and Ryker Black actually became openly hostile when you were chosen. So much so that the meeting was adjourned and two pack alphas had to physically escort him out.”

  The fact that Ryker was so determined not to see Ally demonstrate for his pack stung. She knew from past encounters that the large brooding wolf shifter didn’t like her. But to have him express his dislike so openly in front of the Board and her peers was embarrassing.

  “So if I agreed to do this, you don’t think Ryker would attend?” Ally asked, knowing that would be the only way she would even consider participating.

  “If his reaction today was anything to judge by, then I guarantee Mr. Black will not attend.”

  Even with that reassurance, Ally was undecided. “And you’re positive Gerrick will lift the pack’s ban on human/shifter sexual relationships?”

  “He has no choice. Now that the Sage Pack has relocated to the Canadian North, the majority of available female shifters are gone. The Twin Canyon Pack is ninety-five percent male; if they don’t begin mating with humans soon, the pack will be in serious trouble. It is past time to lift the ban. With your help, the pack can learn the art of human seduction and foreplay, allowing them to experience pleasure rather than pain when mating with human females.”

  “And if I refuse?” Ally asked.

  Jack shrugged his shoulders, resigned; “Then the Pack will die.”

  Chapter Two

  Five eager shifter males waited for Ally in the massive great room of the Pack’s retreat center, while four others met with Gerrick in the small side office. All of the shifters present were alphas, but only the four being addressed by Gerrick were enforcers. Their job was to protect Ally during the demonstration. Sam, Theo, Hotdog, and Ryker would follow Gerrick’s orders without question.

  “I’m gonna make this short and sweet,” Gerrick declared. “Miss Benson is off limits. No one touches her, no one talks to her. She is not to be harmed or frightened in any way. She agreed to participate in this demonstration for the sake of our pack’s survival. She is a researcher, not a whore. She will be treated with respect.” Gerrick pinned Theo — the youngest and most unpredictable of the group — with a steely stare. “Don’t fuck this up.”

  All four men nodded in understanding.

  “Good, then I’ll leave you to it,” Gerrick stated, dismissing them from the office space.

  “You won’t be joining us?” one of the males asked, concerned.

  Gerrick’s features hardened and he shook his head, “I have no reason to attend. I will never need a human for sex.”

  The men exchange worried glances. Several other alphas had also refused to attend the demonstration, but those men were often away from the pack with occasional access to shifter females. That was not the case for Gerrick. The leader of the Twin Canyon pack was a force to be reckoned with on a good day. The thought of Gerrick sexually frustrated for weeks or months on end frightened even the most dangerous enforcer. However, the men knew better than to question Gerrick’s authority.

  They would attend today’s demonstration without the remaining alphas. If needed, hopefully another session could be arranged in the future; a wolf pack riddled with sexually frustrated males would only spell disaster.

  *****

  Ally found herself relaxing slightly. The demonstration was almost complete. She’d finished the theory and explanation portion of the lesson and had moved on to physical instruction. At first, she was self-conscious undressing in front of the physically perfect shifter males, but she found that closing her eyes helped ease her nerves.

  She’d removed her silk robe and lace bra, leaving her dressed in only a thin pair of matching lace underwear. She spent several minutes demonstrating how to stimulate a woman’s breasts. She fondled and squeezed her twin peaks with just enough pressure for the men to learn the difference between pleasure and pain. Aside from a few grunts and groans there was very little reaction from the wolves in attendance. Encouraged, Ally decided to move on to the final portion of the demonstration.

  She wanted to get this over with, but she knew how important it was for the wolves to recognize the scent of a female orgasm. Ally would need to climax before this could be done.

  She willed her body to remain relaxed as she trailed her fingers along her waist, skimming the top of her bare sex. She took her time, teasing and stroking ensuring her pussy was wet enough for the wolves to see and smell. She circled her clit several times, coating it with her moisture and grinding her hips against the couch in anticipation of her orgasm. Wi
th a long contented moan, she slipped her middle finger into her slick pussy, causing her muscles to contract. A wave of wetness coated her probing digit.

  “Oh god,” she whispered quietly. It might as well have been a shout to the keenly sensitive ear of a wolf shifter.

  Without warning, there was a loud commotion near the back of the room, startling Ally. She heard muffled curses along with splintering wood and animalistic growls. Ally was frozen in place, too frightened to will her eyes open.

  A desperate gravelly male voice pleaded, “Fuck, I need it. I can fucking smell her. I need to taste her. I…” The rest of the man’s words were cut off by grunts and what Ally could only assume was the sound of breaking bones.

  Her eyes shot open, concern for Ryker evident in her expression. It took a few seconds for her vision to adjust to the bright light streaming through the room’s tall windows. Once she’d focused, Ally couldn’t believe her eyes.

  Splintered wood from two broken chairs littered the floor at her feet. Three enforcers stood in front of her, guarding her. Sam and Hotdog had their backs towards her, their arms spread wide, holding back several men who seemed intent on approaching her. The men were bleeding, their shirts torn open and their breathing erratic.

  “Oh, my god!” Ally squealed, sinking back into the cushions of the seat.

  “Fuck! Don’t move, woman!” Ryker shouted at her. “It will only make them worse.”

  His aggressive order shocked her, but she heeded his command and remained perfectly still.

  Theo, the other Enforcer, was not with Sam and Hotdog; instead, he was desperately struggling against Ryker to reach Ally. Ryker held Theo back, his muscles straining against the cotton material of his black t-shirt. The young copper-haired shifter growled and grunted at Ryker, pushing against his chest, but Ryker didn’t budge. Ally could tell by Ryker’s profile that he was furious. He swung his enormous fist wide, connecting with Theo’s jaw. She heard a loud crack and then watched as the younger enforcer crumpled to the ground. When he struggled to stand, Ryker leaned over him, growling and displaying his fangs. It was enough to keep the man where he lay.