Bree: Wolf Run BBW Paranormal Adult Romance
Too many guys looked at Bree and just saw a big and curvy girl with a pretty face.Other than feeling she's the only sane one in her family, Bree loves her life as a role model recruiting female students into scientific careers. But a camping trip to a remote American Indian Reservation will place her in the middle of a Werewolf Full Moon Run. The Pack isn't expecting to discover a beautiful curvy woman alone in such an isolated place. This encounter introduces Bree to a supernatural world in conflict with all of her years of scientific training. Bree’s instant and mutual attraction to Mikah, who goes furry once a month, will leave her breathless.
(A smoldering and sexy adult romance featuring a confident BBW who reacts to being surrounded by werewolves exactly the way most beautiful women would. The question is—will the werewolves survive? Extremely explicit scenes with a hot Pack of werewolves that isn't meant for anyone under 18 years of age. This is the first in my Bree Supernatural romance series, which can also be found in the complete collection: Romancing the Wolf.)
“What about you?” I asked. He was definitely still in human form and definitely still had a hard-on.
He grinned at me. “I like you. What's your name?”
“Breeanna Cunningham--but everyone calls me Bree.”
“Like that soft cheese,” Mikah sighed. “You look so soft. You look so pretty.” He caressed the skin of my thighs, and I felt as if my Pixielator had just gotten plugged into a 220 volt socket. He raised himself up a bit, giving him better access to lightly touch me. “So soft,” he said again. He rubbed his face against my thigh the way Mr. Wiggins scrapes his mouth against me every morning when I get ready to set his bowl down. My vet explained it was the one of the ways a cat marked territory. I only hoped Mikah didn't decide to mark territory by peeing. I'll admit to a few kinks, but golden showers isn't one of them.
He worked his way upwards, sliding gracefully as he increased the amount of his bare skin touching my bare skin. I could feel a lot of muscle moving under his skin as he did so. I have to admit this was close enough to the fantasy when I was testing out my Pixielator that I was starting to get wet again to the point I might not need the lube. Come to think of it, this wasn't that much like the fantasy of being with Laurence. This was a lot more interesting and erotic.
He took my right hand in his and lightly kissed it. He looked up and smiled widely, as if he were convinced he had done something very clever. He went back and began massaging me. I moved slightly to give him more space, which meant I ended up lying down on my back. He apparently took that as an invitation to start exploring my body. “I'm so glad I found you, Bree Cunningham.”
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About the Author
I am a Native American. I am also a Storyteller. Some stories are best told during the day. Some stories are best told during the night.
I tell many different types of Stories. One of the favorite characters for many Native American Storytellers is Coyote. Coyote stories are also the ones most often censored by non-Natives.Did you know, for example, where I'm from it is said Coyote had two penises?
You can visit my blog: www.SkyeEagleday.blogspot.com