Bearly Cooking (Pacific Northwest Werebears #1) (7 page)

Standing in the bathroom of Cage’s master bedroom, Sophie was working up her courage. Her horny bravado was fading fast now that they were back at his house. What if he didn’t like how she looked naked? She wasn’t skinny, she had way too many soft bits. Did she go out there naked? In her bra and panties? Crap, she was not good at this, she thought. Deciding to ditch her pants and keep on the v-neck sleeveless shirt she was wearing and her knickers she took a deep breath and opened the door.

Cage had lit candles and placed them around the room. They gave off a warm glow and they smelled like vanilla. Her eyes scanned the room and she saw Cage staring out the window. Or at least he had been. Now he was staring at her. He’d removed his shirt and was standing barefoot in just his jeans.

He looked scrumptious, like a triple layer chocolate torte. Okay maybe not a torte, but he did look delicious she thought.

His eyes scanned her body and this made Sophie fidget and pull at the hem of her shirt. She bit her lip and nervously tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Sophie, come here,” he said quietly but his voice held a tone of command that she didn’t seem to want to ignore.

Her feet started moving before she had time to decide her next course of action. She was standing in front of him staring up at the most handsome man she had ever seen.

Turning her back to his chest, Cage wrapped his arms around her and said, “Look.”

Sophie looked out the window and saw the brightest fullest moon she had ever seen. Billions of twinkling stars coated the sky. She’d never seen a sky like that before. It was like a celestial show just for them.

“The fates, the universe want us to be together. They are giving their approval,” he said near her ear. “It’s a sign.”

Sophie wanted to believe that, everyone woman wanted a guarantee that the man she was trusting with her heart was the right one. Maybe she should trust the fates to this one, give herself to whatever they had in store. The chance of happiness was too much a prize to not risk it all.

“It’s beautiful,” she whispered.

“Not as beautiful as you, but pretty spectacular nonetheless,” he whispered back.

Pulling her hair aside, Cage placed small kisses along her neck up to her ear.

“My Sophie,” he said licking the shell of her ear.

Shivers broke over her skin and she leaned back against Cage. His firm warm chest the perfect pillow for her head.

“Come to bed, let me love you,” he said walking backwards towards the massive wood carved bed. It had to be custom made to accommodate his height, but she imagined this was what his family all had to do to sleep comfortably. Cage sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her between his spread legs.

“Arms up,” he directed.

Sophie was so lost in the glinting blue of his eyes, she immediately raised her hands over her head. Cage tugged the shirt off and dropped it to the floor. Planning ahead, Sophie had made sure to wear her matching set of black lace bra and panties with the little pink bows. It was her nicest set and she hoped Cage agreed.

“Stunning. You are a beauty, Sophie,” he said in a hushed reverent tone as his hands skimmed over her arms, the tops of her breasts. He moved slowly brushing her rounded belly and cupping her hips pulling her even closer to him. Her breasts were eye level with Cage and much to her amusement, he let his head drop between her breasts with a loud sigh and moan.

She giggled and a pair of blue eyes peeked up at her, “You don’t know how much I’ve dreamed of doing this,” he said rubbing his face back and forth in her cleavage. He gave each breast a lick and kiss nuzzling between the two.

“Breast man huh?” she said still chuckling.

“No, I’m a
you
, man. I want all of you, I like all of you, I want to taste all of you,” he growled. Reaching behind her he released her bra and her breasts spilled out of their lace cups.

“Mine,” he growled and palmed both of her breasts, his mouth sucking one taut nipple into his mouth. He sucked and pulled like he was as starving man. Sophie gripped his shoulders to keep her balance. The sweet tugs on her nipples went straight to her clit, her pussy getting wet and swollen.

She heard a rumble come from Cage but he didn’t stop his enjoyment. He moved back and forth laving attention on each nipple. Squeezing and massaging her breasts, it was brilliant. Sophie had never had anyone spend that much time on her breasts. She didn’t even know they were that sensitive.

Cage seemed in no hurry, like he could spend all night there. But Sophie had other ideas.

“Cage, please,” she begged.

She needed more, she was hot and wet and it had been way too long for her. She had no idea it had been even longer for Cage.

“What do you need, honey, tell me. I’ll give you the world if I could,” he whispered against her chest.

“Not the world, Cage, just you. I need you please,” she said, hoping her honesty didn’t scare him away. It didn’t, in fact it seemed to drive him a little crazy.

She felt his hands move to her hips and the next thing she knew he’d spun her onto the bed, her back bouncing on the soft mattress. Her feet were dangling over the bed and Cage was leaning over her, hands on either side of her hips.

“You have me, baby,” he said before sliding to his knees. His hands were at her knickers in a flash and they were pulled off and flung somewhere in the room.

Firm hands push against the inside of her knees, spreading her wide to his view. This was not something Sophie was comfortable with, but the look in Cage’s eye had her reserve melting away.

He looked hungry.

His eyes darted up to hers and he gave her a wicked smile before his head dipped down between her legs. His long tongue swiped up through her pussy, catching all the juice his teasing earlier had made. Cage’s eyes closed and he sat up for a moment, his head tipped back. He just sat there, and Sophie started to get nervous. Did she taste bad? Oh god, what a horrible thought!

But Cage’s eyes popped open and for a moment, Sophie could have sworn his eyes glowed a little in the darkened room.

“Honey, you taste like honey,” he said reverently, his head disappeared back between her legs. Sophie didn’t have much to think after that. Cage ate at her, licking and sucking her lips like a starved man. He used his fingers to hold her open and darted his tongue into her tight hole to gather every drop of her. She heard him moaning and a rumble would go through his chest that she felt vibrate straight into her pussy.

He teased her clit, licking around it and flicking his tongue just over the tip. This made her wiggle and buck her hips toward his mouth seeking more contact. She was rewarded with a long slide of a finger into her aching pussy.

“Baby, you’re so tight, I can’t wait to get in there,” he said dragging his finger along the top of her wall. Sliding out he added another finger and pushed back into her.

Sophie moaned and arched her back off the bed. She felt his lips seal around her clit and suck hard into his mouth. The pleasure was overwhelming. Her pussy felt stretched and grew slicker with each pass of his fingers.

“Baby, I’m going to stretch you a little. I’m not a small man and don’t want to hurt you,” he said giving soft kisses on her clit.

“Mmm…” was all Sophie could manage.

Cage move back to working his fingers in deep to her canal, scissoring his fingers as he pulled out, dragging against her tender flesh.

Sophie began to moan, her body flushing with the building climax. She needed to come so badly, but she didn’t want him to stop either. She was torn between the impending release and the greedy side of her who wanted his mouth and fingers on her all night.

“That’s my girl, give me your sugar, honey. I want to taste you on my tongue,” he urged, pushing his fingers deep inside her, searching for that spot to make her scream.

He found it when Sophie let out a crying moan and a whimpering, “Cage…”

Cage grinned and increased his thrusts, her sweet taste was getting stronger. And he lapped like a man at an oasis. Urging her higher with his fingers and tongue, he felt her hands grip the back of his head, shoving him harder against her sweet flesh. He sucked hard on her clit letting his teeth graze over it.

Sophie came screaming at the top of her lungs, clutching that blond head between her legs, her thighs clamping down keeping him in place. Cage shoved his fingers deep, causing sparks to flare behind Sophie’s eyelids. The pleasure crested and flowed down her body. Her muscles quivering and contracting as she rode out the best orgasm of her life.

“My girl,” he whispered proudly.

Crawling up her panting body, he used his massive muscles to hook her under her arms and pull her farther onto the bed. He rained kisses over her face until he reached her mouth. Delving his tongue inside, giving her a taste of her own sweet nectar.

“See how good you taste, baby? I could eat you all day, my own little honey pot,” he murmured.

Letting her eyes flutter open, she saw a man that was in no hurry to get his. He looked content, like a cat that had gotten his cream.

“Wow, Cage, just…wow,” she said with a laugh.

His face broke into a grin, “Wanna do it again?” he said with a decidedly boyish enthusiasm.

“Yes, but not now. I need you Cage, inside me. Make me yours,” she whispered shyly up at him.

“You are mine Sophie, just as I’m yours. Believe me that I’m saying that from the bottom of my heart,” he said, his eyes pleading with her to believe him.

“I think I do, Cage, I do believe that.” She hoped she sounded as confidant as he did.

“I’ve waited so long, sweetheart, I don’t think I can wait much longer,” he said dropping his head down to her chest.

Running her hands through his hair she whispered, “Show me, Cage, show me you want me.”

Leaning up, the yellow glow tingeing his eyes again, Cage reached down and flipped open the buttons on his jeans, freeing his rigid erection. Shucking his pants to the floor, Sophie had a moment to realize he went commando under his jeans. Good to know.

She also took a moment to look down to see what Cage had been hiding behind those jeans. Just like the rest of him, he was big. Not circus freak big, but bigger than she had ever had, in her very limited experience. Her last boyfriend barely counted compared to Cage.

He was long, and thick, the tip of his cock was shiny and purple, straining towards her, eager for its prize. Sophie was about to mention protection, but something stopped her. A little voice inside told her she didn’t want anything between them. She wanted flesh on flesh and the consequences be damned.

Cage palmed his hard cock and gave it a long stroke before fitting the tip against her wet pussy. He looked deep into her eyes as he pushed the end into her. Sophie gave a gasp at the fullness of just the head of him stretching her open.

Cage’s eyes never left hers, he was burning this moment into his memory. The one moment that would seal them for eternity, he wanted to see the moment they became one.

Sophie couldn’t look away either. Cage’s soul was laid bare before her and she wouldn’t have looked away for anything. He was being slow and giving her time, her body enveloping him in a slow acceptance. A silent agreement, a bond went through both of them. Cage surged forward completing their joining. He froze as Sophie’s body clamped down around his cock. It was tight and he struggled to stay still. He didn’t want to hurt her but the urge to move was overwhelming.

Watching the tension play across his muscles, Sophie relaxed as much as she could, letting him seat himself deep inside her. She didn’t feel invaded, she felt complete. Like two halves of a whole finally finding each other.

“Cage, please, baby I need you to move,” she begged.

“I’ve got you, honey,” he promised and slowly started canting his hips into her. Slow glides in and out had them both gasping. Sophie clutched at Cage’s shoulders, locking her legs high over his hips and he continued his slow torturous pace.

“Cage, faster,” she pleaded.

“No honey, nice and slow,” he said with a pant.

“Stop teasing, Cage,” she argued.

“Stop being bossy,” he grunted, pitching his hips deep into her.

Sophie gasped as he hit a sweet spot inside of her.

“There it is, I know you, Sophie. I know what you need, what you really want and I promise to always give it to you, baby,” he breathed hotly into her ear, licking along the shell. He brought their mouths together as his hands reach down to cup her ass. He lifted her hips off the bed and started pounding into her wet aching pussy.

She clenched around his cock trying to keep him inside her on each thrust. Cage moaned into her mouth as his tongue kept time with the hard thrusts of his hips.

Sophie was lost, her body on fire. She’d never felt this before, every nerve was burning, stinging with pleasure. She knew that once was not going to be enough. Cage Rochon was going to be her newest addiction.

Cage was fighting every instinct inside him to sink his teeth into the sweet skin at her shoulder. Taste her blood and claim her as his own. But he knew she had to make the choice, he couldn’t take that from her. She needed to know the truth and make the choice of her own will to seal herself to him. To live with him, love him, mate him, eventually marry him, and carry his cubs.

Not being able resist, he tore his mouth from hers and sealed his lips around that delicate spot where her neck met her shoulder. He didn’t bite, but he sucked hard, knowing he was leaving a mark. At least there would be a sign albeit temporary of his claim on her.

“Cage,” he heard Sophie gasp as he drew hard on her shoulder. His hips pistoning faster, he moved one hand from her ass to press his thumb down on her clit. Sophie cried out and he could feel her walls start to quiver around him, her orgasm building.

“Come for me, Sophie, come hard for me,” he ordered.

She searched for it, desperate to fall over that cliff that would be a bliss she was sure she’d never felt.

“Please…” she whimpered.

“I got you, you are so beautiful, baby. Your pussy is wrapped so tight around my cock. I want to fill you will my cum. I want you to feel me sweet and sticky inside you. Come for me, angel and I’ll give you everything I am,” he promised.

His words were all she needed, the thought of his cum filling her, marking her irrevocably was the key to the shattering release that flashed over her. Arching off the bed, Sophie screamed her release, her voice hoarse and desperate as her body convulsed under Cage’s powerful thrusts. Her world narrowed, her body a single point connected to a man that had her heart after only one week.

As she felt the pleasure start to drift to a soft luxuriant tingle, she squeezed her muscles around the thick cock still stroking inside her.

“That’s was beautiful, honey, simply perfect,” he said kissing her eyelids.

She felt his hands slide up the back of her legs cupping behind her knees. Her legs were pushed high until her knees touched her chest. Opening her and exposing her for Cage’s pleasure.

Cage looked down at their connection, watched as his thick cock slid in and out of her juicy pussy. The sound of their joining the only noise in the room, slick and wet.

He started moving faster, still watching his thickness split through her labia and lay claim to her. His hips were thrusting faster and faster, his eyes flicked up to her and saw she was watching him, as he watched their joining. His eyes started to glow, he knew they were, but he couldn’t stop it. He was struggling to keep his bear back, he didn’t want to scare her. Dropping his head he let himself go, jack hammering into her softness, searching for his own release.

He could feel Sophie’s arms reach up and brace herself on his biceps, this just drove him faster and harder into her. He felt the tingle in his spine and his balls draw up as the first jet of hot cum shot out as he called her name, “Sophie!”

Grinding into her, he kept thrusting as spurt after spurt of cum coated her womb. Marking her and claiming her with his seed. The blinding ecstasy of making love to his mate was something Cage could never have imagined.

His movements slowed as he let his head drop to her chest. Hands came up to cradle his head, fingers brushing through his hair. He let out a moaning rumble that Sophie could feel. Still joined, they laid caressing and petting each other while their heartbeats slowed.

“My Sophie.”

“My Cage,” she returned.