In Love with a White Wolf (Paranormal BWWM Interracial Alpha Male Erotic Romance) by Champagne Jackson Read Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Champagne Jackson
what I was going for!
“Rogue, what do you think of this dress?” I asked the wolf. He looked up and wagged his tail enthusiastically.
“It’s settled. Rogue likes it, so I’ll wear this one. Rogue, do you think Tom will like it?”
Rogue all but rolled his eyes and growled again. Callie burst into giggles.
“It’s so funny, how it seems like he understands you!”
“What do you mean? Rogue and I have a special connection—he totally understands me!”
At this, Rogue wagged his tail in delight.
“Oh, come on… You can’t really believe that. He’s just an animal. He doesn’t understand English or anything like that… That’s called projecting,” Callie said gently, reaching out to scratch Rogue behind the ears. He nipped at her hand and she drew it away suddenly.
“See?”
“I guess you’re right. You don’t understand me at all, do you, boy?” I said sadly to Rogue. “I wish I could explain to you that I’ll be going off to college in a few months too.”
Even though I was sure he couldn’t understand me, some part of me didn’t totally believe it. And it didn’t help that he seemed to deflate when I said those words, and whined softly before trotting out of the room.
“What a goofball,” I said with a sigh, taking one more glance at myself in the mirror
My Birthday
The night of my party, the barn and really, the entire farm was a glittering, magic wonderscape. There was food and dancing and drinks and all sorts of incredible things. We were all so happy to finally be graduating.
But Rogue seemed to have disappeared—by this point, all my friends knew that I had a pet wolfdog and they all wondered where he was, when he would be coming out to play.
“He should be around here somewhere,” I’d say every time, peering around the barn, expecting to see Rogue begging for scraps or licking some pretty girl’s leg, his mournful eyes turning then to a crockpot full of pulled pork (his favorite snack).
Suddenly, I spied Tom Simms striding in with two of his friends. And he was carrying a wrapped present. My heart began pounding a rapid staccato beat—my crush was here and he really had brought me a present! I almost couldn’t control my delight. I wanted to rush over to him from across the room but I held my composure.
“Tom is here!” Callie whispered in my ear, coming up behind me, as if I didn’t already know.
“I know Tom is here!” I hissed back. “I saw him the second he walked in!”
Callie giggled. “Of course you did!”
“I’m not going to go up to him now. I want him to come over to me.”
“That’s a good idea. Play hard to get. Boys love that. Make him work for it. Make him grovel.”
Maybe now is a good time to mention that I was a virgin? And that I’d never gone beyond kissing a boy? My stomach was all tied up in knots at the thought that Tom Simms, the tall handsome farm boy football player next door, might be my first! I could just imagine him taking me out to the corn rows and laying me down amid the rows, mounting me, taking off his shirt and revealing his strong, built chest, and then undressing me, tossing my clothes to the side…
Then, he’d spread my legs and I’d feel his mouth “down there”—god, how I’d fantasized about that! I’d spent so much time stroking myself, imagining Tom’s mouth on my nether lips! And after he made me cum once or twice, he’d slide himself inside of me and we’d make love there beneath the moon and stars…
“Hi, Shaniyah.”
In my reverie, I hadn’t noticed Tom approaching me. There he was, with his white, winning smile and his perfect hair. He wore a light jacket and a dark, button down shirt—the perfect ensemble for this chilly late spring night.
“Oh, um, hi. Tom. I didn’t know you were coming tonight,” I said, trying to appear cute and coquettish, brushing a stray strand of hair
“Rogue, what do you think of this dress?” I asked the wolf. He looked up and wagged his tail enthusiastically.
“It’s settled. Rogue likes it, so I’ll wear this one. Rogue, do you think Tom will like it?”
Rogue all but rolled his eyes and growled again. Callie burst into giggles.
“It’s so funny, how it seems like he understands you!”
“What do you mean? Rogue and I have a special connection—he totally understands me!”
At this, Rogue wagged his tail in delight.
“Oh, come on… You can’t really believe that. He’s just an animal. He doesn’t understand English or anything like that… That’s called projecting,” Callie said gently, reaching out to scratch Rogue behind the ears. He nipped at her hand and she drew it away suddenly.
“See?”
“I guess you’re right. You don’t understand me at all, do you, boy?” I said sadly to Rogue. “I wish I could explain to you that I’ll be going off to college in a few months too.”
Even though I was sure he couldn’t understand me, some part of me didn’t totally believe it. And it didn’t help that he seemed to deflate when I said those words, and whined softly before trotting out of the room.
“What a goofball,” I said with a sigh, taking one more glance at myself in the mirror
My Birthday
The night of my party, the barn and really, the entire farm was a glittering, magic wonderscape. There was food and dancing and drinks and all sorts of incredible things. We were all so happy to finally be graduating.
But Rogue seemed to have disappeared—by this point, all my friends knew that I had a pet wolfdog and they all wondered where he was, when he would be coming out to play.
“He should be around here somewhere,” I’d say every time, peering around the barn, expecting to see Rogue begging for scraps or licking some pretty girl’s leg, his mournful eyes turning then to a crockpot full of pulled pork (his favorite snack).
Suddenly, I spied Tom Simms striding in with two of his friends. And he was carrying a wrapped present. My heart began pounding a rapid staccato beat—my crush was here and he really had brought me a present! I almost couldn’t control my delight. I wanted to rush over to him from across the room but I held my composure.
“Tom is here!” Callie whispered in my ear, coming up behind me, as if I didn’t already know.
“I know Tom is here!” I hissed back. “I saw him the second he walked in!”
Callie giggled. “Of course you did!”
“I’m not going to go up to him now. I want him to come over to me.”
“That’s a good idea. Play hard to get. Boys love that. Make him work for it. Make him grovel.”
Maybe now is a good time to mention that I was a virgin? And that I’d never gone beyond kissing a boy? My stomach was all tied up in knots at the thought that Tom Simms, the tall handsome farm boy football player next door, might be my first! I could just imagine him taking me out to the corn rows and laying me down amid the rows, mounting me, taking off his shirt and revealing his strong, built chest, and then undressing me, tossing my clothes to the side…
Then, he’d spread my legs and I’d feel his mouth “down there”—god, how I’d fantasized about that! I’d spent so much time stroking myself, imagining Tom’s mouth on my nether lips! And after he made me cum once or twice, he’d slide himself inside of me and we’d make love there beneath the moon and stars…
“Hi, Shaniyah.”
In my reverie, I hadn’t noticed Tom approaching me. There he was, with his white, winning smile and his perfect hair. He wore a light jacket and a dark, button down shirt—the perfect ensemble for this chilly late spring night.
“Oh, um, hi. Tom. I didn’t know you were coming tonight,” I said, trying to appear cute and coquettish, brushing a stray strand of hair
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