Bree's BBW Paranormal Werewolf...
Bree's BBW Paranormal Werewolf Romance Volume One
This combines the first three tales of the BBW Paranormal Werewolf Romance series that features curvy and sexy Bree and Delia. These plus sized sassy heroines are proud and competent role models in their work and lives.
While camping on a remote American Indian reservation during a full moon, Bree discovers what a Werewolf Run is all about, and how much fun someone who also experiences something special once a month can be. He's literally magical and leaves her breathless--and ready for more.
Inspired by her sister's success, Delia decides to go Wolf hunting at the next full moon. She's a heavy duty Dominatrix, and the idea of having supernatural sexy boy toys who don't need a safe word makes a trip to the woods well worth it. The Werewolf World will never be the same. Delia is savagely passionate. (An adults only set of erotic romance stories that involve big girl explicit oral and vaginal sex, reverse cowgirl, BDSM, extensive pegging, and humiliation of a number of werewolves.Includes the first three ebooks in the series-- Bree: Wolf Run, Born to Howl, and Bree's Sister: Cuff the Wolves. Over 17,000 words.
. Then a light breeze brought in another scent. This one I recognized right away. Pussy alert! I swung my heavy head around, like the needle of a compass seeking North. I was seeking nookie. There! Now that was a motivation for running. I wondered if this was Mikah's woman?but why the hell would he bring her out here again? I ran faster.
Oh, yeah?there went the howls. I glanced at the clock?the exact time Google had let me know moon rise would be. Now I just had to spread my legs and wait. Bree explained women of size were valued because we were obviously strong enough to take whatever we were given. Hell, I learned long ago not to wait for what I was given. I had learned to start taking. I wondered how long it would take for somebody like Mikah to show up.
I could smell the mixture of fresh pussy mingled in with the weird combination of floral scents that obviously didn't belong in a rainforest. I shot forward and skidded to a stop when I saw the largest RV I had ever seen. I panted for a moment, cooling off, but also catching on my tongue that puzzling something that wasn't shampoo or cologne that almost masked the fragrance of pussy.
I kept looking out the window, waiting for what Bree called a “Furry-American.” I just hoped after her description they didn't stay in wolf form. That would be beyond kinky even for me. PETA would probably hear about it and hunt me down. I heard something near the door and left the driver's seat. I had kept the main door open with the screen door shut. Sure enough, a big gray wolf had his tongue hanging out, looking expectantly at the RV. “Looking for something, Big Boy?” I opened the screen door, showing off my assets. I don't know if a beautiful sexy woman wasn't what a werewolf saw every full moon and he was in shock, but his eyes grew wide and I swear his tongue hung out even more. As I watched, his amber eyes took on a more golden color.
I turned and called over my shoulder, “So are you coming in?” ”