Craving the Alpha: Part Three: BBW Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Romance (Lycan Lovers) by Kate Kent Read Free Book Online Page A

not let him see what he was missing? I turned towards him, my eyes closed, facing the clear shower curtain. I began rubbing my tits slowly with the soap, sudsing each one slowly and letting the warm, foamy spray drip down between my breasts. My nipples were taut and I imagined Markus’s face as he watched them. Then, I stroked the bar over my stomach in a circular motion, going lower and lower, just to the top of my pubic hair.
    After a few strokes, I moved the bar to my backside, rubbing the soap along my butt cheeks and crack. I deliberately let the cake slip from my hand, bending over in the shower to pick it up, giving Markus a clear view of my ass. I took my time retrieving it, giving Markus plenty of time to admire its fullness. Standing up, I moved the bar down the length of my pussy and back up, then down and under, making sure not to miss any of the folds. I heard a soft groan escape Markus’s lips. Hearing his moan sent a rush through my body. I could feel my knees weakening. My pussy was wetter than wet and it wasn’t from the shower water. God, I wanted that man so bad. But that was not going to happen this time. I steeled myself, controlling my urge to pull him into the shower with me and fuck his brains out.
    I turned towards him. “Markus, I did not realize you were in here.”
    “I um, I was just…”
    “I’m almost done,” I said. “I’ll be out in a minute.”
    Markus lingered for a moment, but when he realized the show was over he sulked out of the bathroom.
    Ok, so maybe I am wrong for making him want me. For trying to make him see what he was missing when he did something I didn’t like. Yes, maybe I was wrong. If he had been almost anyone else I would have called myself a tease.
    But Markus was no ordinary man or werewolf for that matter. Markus was the alpha male werewolf, and as his woman I had to pull out all the stops, physically, mentally, and sexually ; so that he did not control me but that we were partners equally.

CHAPTER NINE
     
    Markus and I hadn’t spoken much since our fight over his jealous behavior and I wondered if he would be able to control his emotions. As much as I cared about him, I was not about to let a man control who I spoke with or what I did. Telling me to quit my job at Slice of the Pie because he was jealous was ridiculous. What would we do for money? I only hoped he would come around and get real with the situation.
    I was exhausted as I pushed open the door to the motel room. It had been a long, hard day and night at Slice of the Pie. Sal had asked me to come in early to accept some deliveries and prep as he had business in town and couldn’t be there. Plus, I had to stay and work my regular evening shift.
    The fresh scent of pine intermingled with a roasting chicken greeted me as I walked inside our unit. I was so exhausted from work, but as I looked around I noticed the effort Markus had made into cleaning up the place and preparing dinner and a renewed energy washed over me.
    “Would you care for a glass of wine, Kristen?” Markus asked.
    “Don’t mind if I do,” I responded smiling, taking the glass of Chianti he proffered. “What’s all this?”
    “Well, I worked today and they cut us loose early so I picked up some goodies and cleaned up the joint.”
    “You got a job?” I exclaimed. “Where? When? How…”
    Markus grabbed my hands, laughing. “I’m glad you are pleased. It’s just a temporary job. I heard they hire people as day workers. So I found out where to go and went there this morning after you’d left. I was talking to some of the other men there and they said every day is different. Someone will come along and hire men to paint, garden, haul trash, clean … whatever they need to have done. I may not work every day but it is something and it’s cash money. Today we painted outside, but they let us go early when it started pouring.”
    “Yeah, it rained hard. I am so happy it was just drizzling when I walked home. I didn’t