Bared for Her Bear (11 page)

He trailed his mouth down her neck, and licked and sucked at every exposed inch until she begged him

for more.

“I want you so fucking bad, Ary.” He slammed his hands on the wall on either side of her head.

She swore the picture frames right above her head shook from the force of his actions. Through the

corner of her eyes she could see his nails had turned into claws and were currently digging into the

drywall. “I’ve tried so hard to control myself around you, but it’s just too fucking hard. I want to

claim you, baby. I want the damn world to know you’re mine.” His voice was gravelly and no longer

human sounding. “I’m not going to curb the animalistic need to mate with you. Not now. Not ever.”

The air was charged with electricity, and the hairs on her arms stood up. It didn’t take her shifter

senses to tell his bear was close to breaking free, not when she could see the swell of his muscles

beneath his shirt, or feel the aggressive arousal pouring off of him. His huge body blocked out the

light from the partially open doorway, and the heat that poured off of him was like a sauna. At the first

touch of his fingers on her swollen, soaked pussy lips, Ary let her head fall back against the wall and

moaned out. How could one week make her feel so needy and desperate for him? Using his knee to

force her thighs wider apart, she gripped onto his lean, yet rock hard waist for support. Taking his

index and middle finger and placing them on her inner labia, he spread them apart.

“Fucking hell, Ary. I can smell you, feel how wet you are for me, and know I won’t last five

seconds once I have my cock shoved deep inside of you.” Before she could respond, or at least make a

noise that she was just as desperate as he was, Charlie had two thick fingers pushed inside of her.

Nails digging into his skin, and mouth parting as the stretch from the penetration consumed her, all

she could do was hold on as he started to fuck her with those digits. In and out he pumped them into

her pussy, all the while keeping his eyes locked with hers. They were no longer blue, but a dark color

that seemed to swallow his pupils whole. It was a testament to how close he was to shifting. The fear

over that fact should have left her immobile and not aroused, but it had a far different effect on her.

Her nipples swelled beneath the now too rough shirt, and as if he sensed that discomfort he reached

between them, placed one of his claws at the base of her throat, and started dragging it down until it

reached the collar of her shirt. The material parted beneath his touch like a warmed knife going

through butter. Every so often she could feel the very tip of his claw press against her flesh, not hard

enough to hurt, but with enough pressure to let her know it was there regardless. It was a reminder that

there was no more Charlie Wylde in front of her. The male that touched her let off a scent of

ownership, one that had her wanting to submit to him in every way possible.

“You’re mine.”

Oh God
. His voice, gravel under the tire of a car, was loud, slightly distorted, and like nothing

she had ever heard. The sound had her toes curling, her breathing increasing, and her heart pounding

so fast and hard it felt like it was lodged in her throat and moving into her ears. She had wanted him

like a fiend before, but seeing the possessive gleam in his eyes, feeling that crackling energy that at

this moment he was more bear than man, and having his fingers still moving in and out of her, had

Ary realizing that she wanted his mark, and she wanted him to claim her hard.

Everything became deathly still and quiet. Seconds later he removed his fingers from her,

brought them up so she could see how wet they were, and proceeded to suck her juices off his index

and middle finger. The sight was highly erotic and like nothing she had ever witnessed before. It had

her blood boiling and her knees weak. He leaned forward and ran his tongue up her throat, over the

corner of her mouth, and along her bottom lip. Parting her lips and sucking his tongue into her mouth

had them both groaning. Their flavors mixed together until it was all she could think of. Suddenly his

hands were framing her face, and his fingers were tunneling in her hair. He used his leverage to tilt her

head to the side and take control.

For long drugging minutes they did nothing but kiss. He dominated her without bonds,

controlled her without words, and promised her with just the touch of his fingers on her flesh. He slid

his hand down her hips, over the curve if her ass, and gripped the mounds in an almost bruising

manner. Ary loved it, and moaned for more. He gave her a light squeeze before moving lower until he

curled his fingers around the back of her thighs. In one swift move he had her lifted up, and she was

forced to wrap her legs around his waist. The hard cock that pressed right between her thighs was huge

and brought back wave after wave of remembrance of their night together. It had been far too long

since they had been together, but that was going to be put to an end right now. He turned around with

his hands now back on her ass, spun her around so she wasn’t pressed against the wall anymore, and

started striding down the hall.

“Where is it, baby?” He murmured against her lips, but then went back to kissing her. He

didn’t need to elaborate on what he was referring to. It was strange that this was the first time he had

been to her home, and only the second time they would be intimate.

She broke the kiss long enough to answer. “Up the stairs, first door on the right.” He turned

around and started heading back the way they had come, and she couldn’t help but chuckle at the

humor in it all. Right before he headed up the stairs she said, “Wait, the front door.” In their lust-filled

haze they had left it open for any and all her neighbors to see. In just two long-legged strides he was in

front of the door, kicked it closed with his foot, and made his way back to the stairs to ascend them.

Before she knew what was happening they were in her room and she was on her back in the middle of

her modest full-sized bed. The sound of ripping material filled her hazy brain, and she realized it was

from Charlie tearing her shirt off. He took a step back, and his chest heaved up and down with the

force of his breathing. Not bothering with the buttons of his shirt, which she found highly carnal, he

ripped the shirt from his body, tossed it to the ground, and went to work on his belt. Ary was so

aroused her wetness slipped in the crease of her ass.

“Spread your thighs for me, baby.” Once the belt was free and the button undone from his

pants he stepped out of them. The fact he wore no underwear was like a hot poker to her clit. Doing

exactly as he said, she loved that she was the one that brought out the harsh grunt from him. His dick

was just as impressively frightening as before, and when he took a step closer and knelt before her, her

heart stopped. Seconds ticked by with only the sound of his breathing and the feel of his breath along

her labia. A hand on her inner thighs had her jerking with awareness. As he lowered his head until she

knew there couldn’t be an inch that separated his mouth from the very center of her, Ary waited for his

next action with anticipation.

“Ary, you are mine.” He lifted his head, and his emotions were reflected clearly on his face. He

looked savage and powerful, making her feel dwarfed and miniscule compared to him. He was

everything she wanted, and a male that could ruin her with a few softly spoken words. To her

disappointment he rose above her without so much as a lick to her pussy. Her clit throbbed in time

with her heart, and the sound of her blood rushing through her veins filled her head. “I will destroy

anything that stands in my way of ensuring you are completely mine. Do you understand, Ary?” His

statement and questions were a double-edged sword, because she knew as soon as she told him she

was his that it would be set in stone. When a male like Charlie wanted something and declared it so,

there was no going back. As they stared into each other’s eyes, she knew the truth. She wanted to be

his, no matter what.

“I’m yours, Charlie, irrevocably.”

He took her mouth in a powerful, intoxicating kiss, and before the world righted itself he was

pushing his erection into her.

“Yes, Ary, you’re mine.
Mine
.” He roared out the last word as he buried the rest of his shaft

into her. The power with which he did the act had tears of pleasure and pain springing to the corners of

her eyes. “Mine. Fucking hell, you’re mine.” Being completely filled by him was like an otherworldly

experience. Shaking from head to toe and on the verge of coming just from the feel of him totally

bottomed out inside of her, she knew as soon as he moved she would climax. And as if he read her

mind he did just that. Pulling out of her and pushing back in, he took control of her body like he knew

it expertly, like he had her memorized. Her first orgasm claimed her hard and fast, and she panted

through it, knowing it was only the first of many. Just as the first orgasm waned another took its place

when Charlie placed his thumb on her clit and worked it back and forth. He pistoned in and out, in and

out. His claws were out, scraping erotically against her skin, and his muscles flexed and seemed to

grow right before her eyes.

“I’m sorry, baby.” He closed his eyes and panted. Sweat covered his chest, and the droplets slid

down the hard valley. “I’ve tried to control myself around you at every turn, but my bear wants to

mark you, mate with you, and claim you.”

The last part was a roar. She knew her eyes had to be wide, because even though this was an

intense moment, she was so turned on she couldn’t even think straight. Her ocelot purred in approval

and all but jumped out of her and rubbed itself on Charlie.

“You smell so good, Ary.” He looked down at her, his eyes half-lidded and his hair clinging to

his sweaty forehead. Even through all of this he never stopped pumping into her or rubbing her clit. “I

just can’t control myself or stop it.” He closed his eyes again and gritted his teeth. “Tell me you

accept me. I need to hear it one more time.” It was clear he was hanging on by a thread, and she

wanted to say it to ease both of them.

“I want you, all of you, Charlie.” It seemed that was all he needed to hear because he pumped

into her again and again, rubbed her clit faster and harder, and then they were both climaxing at the

same time. She felt his cum fill her, felt his body shake atop hers, saw the wildness in his features, and

knew what was coming next. He stayed buried inside of her for several long seconds, his cock jerking

as he emptied himself completely. He pulled out and a gush of their combined fluids slipped from her,

but instead of turning her off, it inflamed her. Naked and growing even larger right before her eyes,

Charlie’s bear took control, and he started to shift. Bones broke and realigned, dark brown fur grew

along his flesh, and no more was a man standing before her, but a frightening looking grizzly. The

beast roared out, his teeth and fangs rivaling anything she had ever seen. Being a shifter herself

nothing surprised her, but seeing this from the man she was falling for harder and harder each day, had

her heart stopping.

He stalked forward on all fours, his muscles moving beneath the dark fur. He was the predator,

and she was the prey. He stopped beside her, and she didn’t move, didn’t breathe, and didn’t dare blink

as she kept his stare. He lowered his massive head and ran his tongue along her throat and down to her

shoulder. The post-euphoric bliss still coursed through her veins, and the feel of his slightly roughened

tongue made her acutely more aware of everything. The scraping of his teeth along where her shoulder

and neck met didn’t have her tensing, but instead had her relaxing into the mattress. In a swift move

his teeth pierced her flesh, and the stinging pain from his bite gave way to the knowledge that she was

his
. When it was all said and done and he was lapping at the wound he’d made, all she could do was

smile. The sound of bones breaking and realigning once more filled the room, and then Charlie in

human form was pressed against her. He turned her to the side, brought her back to his front, and

placed a big palm right over her belly where their child grew. Before she let her eyes close and

euphoria claim her she heard his softly spoken words, and let them carry her off into a blissful sleep.

“There is nothing that can keep me away from you and our baby. Nothing will ever hurt you,

and I won’t let anyone take you from me. You’re mine, February.”

Four weeks later