La femme de ménage voit tout

Freida McFadden

Description

Romancing the Wolf (BBW Paranormal Romance/Werewolf Romance)

This sexy werewolf BBW novella follows the romantic and raunchy adventures of two curvy sisters as they vie for the attention of one hot pack.

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.

After meeting Bree, The Pack isn't expecting to later discover a second beautiful, curvy woman, yet they are more than willing to introduce her to their savage sexual ways. But Delia has been looking for The Pack because she has something else in mind for them: she is a professional Dominatrix and loves the idea of playing rough with werewolf boy toys – especially since they heal so quickly

The question is--can a Pack of passionate werewolves survive Bree and her sassy sister?

Warning: This 32,000 word novella contains explicit sex between a pack of werewolves and two curvy girls. Adult themes include rough werewolf BBW sex, a heavy duty Domme who enjoys BDSM without safe words and a passionate romance between a pretty, plus-size girl and a werewolf. Note: This is the novelization of previously published stories about Bree, a proud and confident BBW, Mikah of the wolves, and her amazing sister Delia. It is intended for mature audiences 18+.

EXCERPT:

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 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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