Turned by the Billionaire Werewolf: BBW Paranormal Bad Boy Billionaire Werewolf Romance (Kingwood Pack Book 2) Read online

  Table of Contents

  Turned by the Billionaire Werewolf

  Copyright

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

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  About the Author

  Turned by the Billionaire Werewolf

  MINA CARTER

  USA TODAY Bestselling Author

  Copyright

  Copyright 2015 Mina Carter

  Cover Art by Mina Carter

  Published by Blue Hedgehog Press: June 2015.

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  Author's note: All sexually active characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

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  Chapter One

  Monday mornings. They were a curse from the deepest pits of hell afflicted with alarming regularity, and in Eva’s eyes, should be banned altogether. Then there were people who were up early on Monday mornings.

  Like Alex.

  Who was up.

  And whistling.

  Asshole.

  She cracked an eyelid to the pleasant sight of a half-naked man clad in just a towel. His hair still wet from the shower, droplets of water coursed down his ripped abs while he walked. Even though he was a werewolf, she knew that impressive physique wasn’t a gift of genetics, mainly because he’d woken her when he’d gotten out of bed to workout this morning.

  Still, the scenery was worth it. She could get used to Monday mornings if they started like this. The duvet was a warm nest around her as she watched Alex get dressed. Even at this damned-awful time in the morning, and after the...full weekend they'd had, he was still as sexy as hell. His dark hair was short, even though a lot of weres preferred to let it grow. Said it kept them closer to nature, or something like that. Not Alex though. In fact, he didn’t fit the hipster werewolf image perpetrated by the media.

  Instead, when he was clad in a sharp suit and tie, he looked every inch the boardroom predator he was, a businessman with a fearsome reputation. Only the amber ring in his blue eyes gave him away as non-human.

  He pulled a shirt on and started to do up the buttons. Grumbling to herself, Eva checked the time and slid out of bed. The room was warm, but she still shivered after the warmth of her duvet cocoon. Her mind full of her plans for the day, she padded through to the bathroom to use the facilities and brush her teeth. She'd grab a coffee with Alex before he left, then shower and leave for work. Although she had staff to open the shop, she had plans to try new frosting and decoration ideas for a wedding fare coming up. And the early—very early, thanks to Alex—bird caught the worm.

  By the time she came back into the bedroom, Alex was straightening his tie in the mirror. He glanced over his shoulder, a frown on his face at the sight of her in a robe. "It's still early. Why don't you go back to bed?"

  She shook her head. "No can do. You snooze, you lose in the cut-throat world of cupcakes."

  "Work?"

  Her path to the door was suddenly blocked. His body heat—lycan's ran hotter than human’s—wrapped around her an instant before he snagged her around the waist and pulled her against the solidness of his body. Heat pooled between her legs, as a shiver of awareness and need whispered over her skin. She bit her lip, color washing over her cheeks. He only had to touch her and instantly her body responded, ready for some between the sheets action, no matter what her brain said.

  Her body was a hussy. Obviously.

  "Yeah, work. It's that thing ordinary people have to do to meet the bills."

  She looked up to meet his eyes and lost her train of thought. Heat flared there. A primal darkness that had nothing to do with the amber ring around his pupil that marked him as a born wolf and everything to do with the thick, hardened bar of his cock prodding her stomach. Her pussy clenched, liquid heat flooding her as her body signaled its willingness to get back into bed.

  "You're not going to work." His nostrils flared, eyes darkening another notch. "God, Eva...don't look at me like that, or I won't make this meeting."

  His words made her pause. “What do you mean, I’m not going to work? Of course I a—”

  His lips covered hers, cutting off her sentence before she finished. Instantly her train of thought derailed and she moaned in pleasure. He tasted of toothpaste and mouthwash. Minty-fresh with a side of pure man. Despite the fact they'd spent most of the weekend in bed, and her body was pleasantly sore in places she'd only vaguely been aware of before, desire hit her hard and fast. Operating on sheer instinct, she opened for him, allowing him access and they both moaned when he slid his tongue past her lips to tangle with hers.

  No foreplay. Instead, he made love to her with his mouth. Thrusts and strokes that mimicked other acts. Acts that heated her blood and made her stomach quiver. One big hand spread over the back of her full ass to hold her against him as he rocked his hips against hers. She whimpered, the sound lost as he undid the knot that held the belt of her robe and slid his hand within.

  Hot, rough skin brushed against hers and his hand closed over her breast. Pleasure surging, she arched into the touch. His lips didn't leave hers as he caressed her, big hand easily covering the mound of her breast. Cupping her, he teased with feather-light touches on the curve beneath before his thumb swept over her nipple. Instantly the sensitive peak hardened, a pebble that ached for his touch.

  The rumble in the back of his throat rang with approval and masculine pleasure. Strong fingers closed over her nipple, tweaking and pulling gently. At the sharp bite of pleasure-pain, she tore her lips from his, desperately trying to catch her breath and slow this down.

  “Alex, we were up all night. You can’t…”

  His knuckles brushed over her stomach, his voice little more than a rumble in the quietness of the room. “I can…I am. We are.”

  He leaned in to brush his lips over her neck, nuzzling the soft spot beneath her ear that made her knees weak. Biting her lip, she clutched at his shoulders for support as heat washed through her. Made her body bend against his. His big hand slid down farther, nudging her thighs apart to allow him access. Her breath hissed through her teeth as he stroked her pussy lips and found them already soaked.

  “Hot,” he murmured. “And wet.”

  Barely before he’d finished the sentence, he urged her backward, but not toward the bed. Instead he turned her, backing her against the win
dow. She didn’t have the breath or focus to argue, not when his fingers rubbed her clit with each step, then as her back hit the cold glass, were thrust deep inside her.

  “Ohhh!” She couldn’t manage anything else, her eyes wide as he pumped, using two strong fingers to fuck her. He held her easily against the glass, a hand hooked under one of her thighs, holding it up and open.

  Heat darkened his eyes, rendering the blue almost midnight, startling against the amber. So strong, but yet so gentle with her sometimes. Not now though. Now, his breathing was ragged with arousal and his grip firm, perhaps a little rough on her thigh, his fingers digging into the soft flesh hard enough he’d leave marks.

  And she didn’t care. All that mattered was what his other hand did.

  He’d brought his thumb into play, sliding the rough pad over her clit. For saying he was a boardroom shark, his hands were deliciously rough against her soft skin, as though he’d worked manual labor all his life.

  “You like that, Eva?” he said softly, moving in and using a brush of his nose against her chin to tip her head back. His lips whispered against her throat with his next words. “Like to feel me deep inside you. Deep inside your sweet little pussy. Stroking… sliding…. stretching… making you ready for me?”

  She managed a soft croak, but that was it. Hell, like always when she was around Alex, even that sounded breathy and sexy and totally unlike her.

  He branded her throat with a line of hot kisses, not stopping the motion of his hand. She felt wrung out, her body tortured by pleasure as he turned his hand and stroked over her G-spot. At the same time, he rubbed her clit. Over and back, then around, until she panted and writhed against him.

  “More,” she begged, unable to think. She needed to come. Like now. More than she ever had before. “Please…more.”

  He didn’t disappoint. Turning to the side, he pinned her leg against the window with his body and drove his now free hand into her hair. Tilting her head up, he claimed her lips with a devastating kiss. It wasn’t foreplay, it wasn’t even love-making, it was sheer and utter sexual domination. He plundered her lips at the same time he took her body with his hand. She whimpered, unheard beneath the force of it, as with a few hard strokes, he brought her up and to the edge of pleasure.

  She hovered for a moment, her body so strung out, she didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, or scream with frustration and need. He pulled away, nipping her lower lip, and whispered.

  “Come. Now. Over my fingers.”

  As though she had been waiting for his permission, her climax rushed up and enveloped her. A cry of pleasure ripped from her throat as it crashed through her, her head dropping back. Her pussy convulsed, gripping his fingers in a velvet embrace and liquid heat washed over them. He gathered her to him, claiming her lips again as the waves rolled through her. She had no option but to cling to him and ride them out until, finally, she came around to find herself resting against him. Wrung out, her body weak, she lifted her head to meet his gaze.

  “No more talk of going to work. The deal was, you’re mine until I’m done. And that means you stay here, ready and waiting for me.” His voice was firm, his expression even more so. “Understand? Or do I need to repeat the lesson?”

  *

  No. He didn't need to repeat the lesson. Eva had gotten the message loud and clear. Still trying to catch her breath she sagged against the window when he pulled his hand from her, let go of her leg and stepped back. As though nothing earth shattering had happened, he licked his fingers, eyes on hers, then straightened his clothing as his breathing returned to normal.

  Jealousy surged through her. Damn his bloody werewolf physiology. He looked as cool as a cucumber while she was hot, sweaty, and needy. Again. Already. What was with that? It seemed as soon as they were finished, she wanted to go again. With Alex, only ever with Alex. She'd never had such a reaction to a man before and it startled her in its intensity.

  "So, what am I supposed to do all day?" she asked, hating the fact she pouted a little. Whatever happened to the independent businesswoman she'd considered herself?

  Oh yeah, she'd made a deal with the devil...albeit a sexy werewolf flavored one. He owned her. For now.

  "I don't know. Watch TV? Surf the net?" Alex shrugged, walking across the room to straighten his tie in the mirror. Eva watched, fascinated. He was hellishly good-looking, so much so, all the glossy magazines practically fell over themselves to interview him, knowing that getting him on the front cover meant instant sellout.

  He was easily handsome enough to model, or grace the silver screen. Yet he only looked in the mirror long enough to ensure his appearance was satisfactory. As far as she could tell, he didn't bother actually looking at himself at all. As though his looks didn't bother him one iota.

  "Are you trying to drive me insane?" She demanded, getting it together enough to straighten her robe and fold her arms over her still aching breasts. The release he'd brought her to wasn't enough, she needed more. She needed him. Buried deep within her. That, combined with his offhand attitude now, pissed her off. Big time.

  "I don't know what your other girlfriends do about the place," she waved her hand airily. "But I'm not the kind to spend hours making sure my manicure is perfect or keeping up with whatever airheaded reality show is on the television at the moment."

  He stopped in the doorway, one eyebrow arched as he gave her a flat look. "Other girlfriends? I've never brought anyone here before." He sighed and looked at his watch, which only increased her ire. He was treating her like a clingy girlfriend. "I need to get to this meeting. How about you go shopping, get whatever you need to amuse yourself while you're here. Okay? I'll send my man up in an hour. He'll take you wherever you want to go."

  He beckoned her closer and despite herself, she'd taken three steps before she realized what she'd done. He closed the rest of the gap when she faltered, snagging her around the waist and pulling her against him for a quick, hard kiss.

  "Buy yourself something nice. Okay?" He smiled and wound a lock of her hair around his finger. "I want you to be happy here with me."

  She smiled. Shopping to amuse herself; she'd show him damn shopping. "Okay, Alex. Now hurry off to your meeting, don't want you to be late."

  It didn't take long after Alex had left for her to shower and dress, then ring the bakery and let her staff know she'd be working from home for the week. Whose home, she didn't say, but it wasn't unusual for her not to be in the shop when they didn't have any big orders, like this week.

  After that, she took a deep breath and called her mother. Naomi picked up on the third ring.

  "Hello?" Her voice sounded breathy and sex-kitten for all of the few seconds it took her to realize Eva was on the other end of the line.

  "Mom... how are things?"

  "Terrible. How could both my children abandon me in my hour of need?" Naomi's voice turned miserable and tear-filled. Eva sighed and gritted her teeth. Evidently, her mother had run out of gin. She always got maudlin when she was out of drink.

  "Davie still hasn't come home?"

  At the sound of the lift door pinging, Eva cradled the phone as she leaned back. One of the big bodyguards who often surrounded Alex like a multitude of rather large satellites stepped through. Spotting her through the kitchen door, he gave a small nod of acknowledgement and walked into the living room.

  He was gone before she could return the gesture and she returned her attention to the conversation with her mother. Who had started her usual underappreciated and trodden-on tirade.

  "...really don't know why I put up with it, you know. You two live under my roof, you should have more respect and obey my rules."

  Her mother's tone was steadily rising which meant she was working herself into a good mad. The resultant binge and weeks of sulking sure to follow made Eva sigh and rub the bridge of her nose. She could well do without this now.

  "Your roof? Mom, you moved in with me, remember?" she pointed out, trying to be as kind as she could. It was not
hing less than the truth.

  For years, Eva had tried to make her break for independence, difficult when she was the sole financial support for the family. Finally, after an argument, Naomi decided to move out with the latest love of her life. It lasted a total of three weeks before she turned up on the doorstep, suitcases around her feet and panda-eyed with mascara and tears.

  "Well," her mother huffed, not put off by a little thing like the truth when she was working up to an argument. "It was my roof first, or have you forgotten how I took you both in when the Kingwoods kicked us out?"

  "Mom, we were teenagers. You were legally responsible for us." Ugh, she really didn't want her mother starting off on her Kingwood rant. They'd be here for hours. Literally hours. "So you haven't seen or heard from Davie? At all?"

  "No, nothing. Do you know where he is?" Naomi demanded, apparently so far into the bottle that she'd forgotten the start of the conversation with her daughter. "Tell him to come home. With you having a good time and abandoning your poor mother, I need him home to take care of me."

  "Yes, Mom. Just as soon as I find him. Talk to you later." Before her mother could reply, Eva cut the call and closed her eyes. Luckily, her mother thought she was staying with one of her friends, supposedly going through a bad relationship breakup, so she didn't know where Eva was. If she did—if she knew Eva was with Alex—she'd probably go nuclear. Her hatred for the Kingwoods was as powerful as her desire to return to their fold. No, correction, to go back to their money. Eva had no illusions that her mother harbored any familial feeling for any of the Kingwoods, but she did love pampering.

  Looking at her cell again, Eva flicked through her contacts and hit Davie's number. The phone rang, giving her hope, but then clicked over to voicemail. Crap, he must have gone into hiding or something. Where a person could hide from vampires she didn’t know, but if anyone could do it, Davie could. He was nothing if not inventive.