Bears & Beauties - Complete (15 page)

Kalvin nodded. “Pretty much. The first mating can sometimes be very rough. Bears, especially, tend to be a little aggressive. After the first time, though, the lust isn’t as strong for the beast, because the claiming has already occurred. Does that make sense?”

I nodded, smiling coyly. “So, in order for you to get your bear back… In order for us to live through the night…you have to fuck me?”

Kalvin arched an eyebrow. “Well, I wouldn’t have put it so crassly…”

Not giving him another second to speak, I dove at Kalvin, landing on top of him and pushing him to the ground. My breasts bounced awkwardly in his face as we landed and I immediately began working my way down his body. I kissed at his neck as I went by it, nibbling lightly, and traced my fingers over his chest. I started unbuttoning his shirt, slowly and sensually at first. My inner goddess begged for me to hurry up, to rip his shirt off his body, and to run my lips and tongue across his perfect pecs and rippling abs. At first, I staved off the urge but finally decided that slow and steady would
not
win this race.

I tore at Kalvin’s shirt, snapping off a few buttons as I did, and began tasting his deliciously hard flesh. He was perfect, built like a Greek god, and he was all mine. Kalvin, meanwhile, followed suit and unzipped the rest of my dress, letting it fall off my body before thrusting to the side.

“Jesus,” he stammered, looking at me. “You’re fucking gorgeous, Megan.”

“And I’m all yours,” I whispered, feeling the bulge between his legs spike upward as I did. “I need to taste you, Kalvin.”

I didn’t wait for a reply. Instead, I continued working my way down, finally reaching his pants. I unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants, sliding them down as I did. Kalvin’s member sprung up, willing and ready, just as I’d remembered it from the shower last night. Thick and veiny, I knew at once that there was no way that I could fit it all in my mouth. Still, I needed to taste him. Needed to feel his manhood against my lips.

Grabbing his cock in my hand, I thrust it up and down for a moment, looking up at Kalvin’s face to judge his reaction. To my delight, he responded exactly how I wanted. His eyes rolled up in ecstasy, his body arching with each pump of my fist. Smiling, I began tracing my tongue over the tip of his cock, letting it run and circle the slit as I tasted his precum. Then, without warning, I took him into my mouth, pulling him as deep as I could go.

“Holy shit,” Kalvin panted between breaths. “That feels so good, Megan.”

I pulled my mouth back off, still pumping his cock with my fist. “I’m glad you liked it, Kalvin,” I whispered seductively. “Now for the best part…”

Then I released his cock from my hand, stood up, and settled down on his cock. My already soaked pussy throbbing and begging to be filled.

I pressed my hands down on Kalvin’s chest, digging my nails into his flesh as I sank down onto his member. I let him enter slowly, allowing my body to adjust to his massive girth. Even with only his tip inside, the pressure from his size was incredible. The powerful pleasure only built up the further I sank down onto his cock until, finally, he filled me until I could go no further. Then, I leaned forward, pressed my lips against Kalvin’s, and began to ride him slowly.

Up and down I moved, and Kalvin soon followed suit. For a long, unending moment, we went like that, his body thrusting and crashing into my own as I rode him. The pressure continued to build until I didn’t think I could contain it anymore, and I finally climaxed around him.

I took a second to recover, but it was a second too long for Kalvin. While I was readying myself for another go, he rolled over, putting me on my back, and pulled out of me. He took a moment to examine my body then shake his head with a look of incredulity about him. “I can’t believe you’re mine,” he whispered.

Then Kalvin began tracing
his
tongue over my body. He nibbled against my neck for a minute, swirling his tongue in a circular motion, before moving south and hovering over my breasts. Taking one of my nipples in his mouth, Kalvin suckled and traced it until my body was convulsing again with pleasure. At the same time, he moved one of his hands to my clit and began rubbing against it. He continued like that for a few minutes, moving between nipples while toying with my clit. Just when I was about to climax again, he stopped, then gently entered me again.

Kalvin thrust against me, filling my channel with pressure and pleasure all at once, as he entered further and further.

“Oh, Kalvin!” I moaned, my body on fire with electric sensations. He picked up my legs and wrapped them around him, letting him enter deeper and deeper with each thrust. By this point, he was deeper than I thought possible, and my body felt like it was going to explode with pleasure. And then, basically, it did. I convulsed around Kalvin’s cock as I climaxed again.

As I tightened up around him, Kalvin’s cock began to pulse then, suddenly, a warm sensation filled my channel as he came.

Pulling out, Kalvin collapsed beside me, breathing heavily, with a smile plastered on his face. With one hand, he brushed a string of hair away from my face, then looked at me with his brilliant green eyes.

“I love you,” he stammered. “I’m yours.”

I smiled back at him, taking his hand in mine. “And I’m yours.”

Kalvin

I stood in the octagon, hands by my side, dressed in nothing but my dark brown fight shorts. Across from me, Darrel stood with the same sideways grin on his face. He was wearing a pair of black shorts, tipped with jagged blue lines that resembled claw marks. He fully expected to win. I could tell it by the way his shoulders were drawn back, his chest puffed out in defiance. He had entered the octagon with an unshakable and undeniable air of confidence about him. In his mind, I was already bleeding out on the floor.

Fortunately for me, his mind wasn’t in charge.
He
wasn’t in charge. As long as I still drew breath, this was my octagon. My stomping grounds.

This is my territory,
the bear roared inside my head.
I’m the alpha here
.

I smiled at that, ignoring the cheers and shouts from the hundreds of bloodthirsty shifters seated around the arena. My bear had returned almost immediately after Megan and I had mated. And then he’d taken part in the second mating. And the third. In fact, it seemed as though my bear just couldn’t get enough of Megan’s soft and luscious curves. She was a perfect complement to my own body, and I knew that I’d be just as enraptured with her for as long as I lived.

And I fully intended to live well beyond tonight.

I’d called for Tony, had him take Megan and myself back to the penthouse. I’d left Megan there in his care and headed straight to the arena. By the time I arrived, it was already a quarter til midnight, and the place was packed to the bursting point. Everyone knew it was a death match, even if, officially, it wasn’t. Someone would be leaving this octagon a champion, the other wouldn’t be leaving at all.

“Fighters ready?” A voice called from just outside the octagon.

Darrel and I both nodded in time.

“
Fight!”

In the infinite second that took place between the signal to start and Darrel’s first move, the crowd erupted in a flurry. Shifters in all directions released their beast forms, filling the arena with hundreds of bestial roars.

I smiled, letting the energy from the arena fill my body, and took a fighting stance. I lifted a knee in a block just in time to catch the inside of Darrel’s shin in his attempt to strike me with a roundhouse. The man who had almost ruined my life yelped in pain, then settled down, taking his own fighting stance.

We exchanged a few blows, striking and blocking, kicking and jabbing, neither of us gaining any ground on the other. Then I made a mistake, throwing a high kick that sailed over Darrel’s head as he ducked and charged toward me, catching me off guard and throwing me to the ground. I let out a grunt as my back collided with the floor, reaching out and latching onto Darrel’s neck as I did. I caught him and pulled his head against my chest, throwing my legs up in the guard as they wrapped around his waist.

“
Idiot
,” Darrel hissed. And then he shifted.

One second, I was latched onto a man. The next, a massive mountain lion - larger than any I’d ever seen - towered over my body.

Shit!

Before he had an opportunity to strike, I threw both of my feet into the massive beast’s underbelly, sending him sprawling backward a few feet. I managed to clamber to my feet in the few seconds Darrel was off balance, and started to circle away from him.

“Now you die!” Darrel roared, pouncing toward me.

Had I not mated with Megan earlier in the night, he would have been right. Darrel’s fangs would have dug into my throat, his fierce claws into my gut, killing me instantly. Instead, as I shifted, his body only ricocheted off my massive frame.

The roaring crowd went abruptly silent, every beast in the arena suddenly kneeling or cowering before their alpha. Every beast except for one.

I stood over Darrel’s bestial form, a mass of muscle and fur that towered well beyond his reach. Like most shifters, I was far larger than my pure beast cousin. For most shifters, that meant being a beast of massive, but still manageable, size. For me, however, it meant being an unstoppable force of fangs, claws, and destruction. Kodiak bears, after all, are
already
massive.

Still defiant, Darrel hunched down and prepared to pounce again as I rose to my full height. Standing at a hair under thirteen feet tall, I towered over the wall of the octagon. Just as Darrel was about to spring forward, I bellowed out a loud roar, filling the arena with a deafening explosion. The volume of my roar caught Darrel off guard, causing him to misstep and, instead, crash into the floor in front of me. That’s when I brought everything down on him at once.

In a single, violent motion, I fell down on Darrel, slashing wildly with my claws and sending him flying against the cage on the opposite side of the octagon. Before he had a chance to recover, I was on him again, clawing at him again, digging into his flesh. Then, I threw him across the octagon once again, watching him hit the opposing side and slide down to the floor. He laid there, unmoving, and his will utterly broken. Abruptly, Darrel shifted back into human form, all trace of his massive mountain lion gone.

I shifted back as well and dove on him, lifting him up, and slamming my elbow into his chin before he could fight back. Shifting back into human form has allowed Darrel to heal his flesh wounds, but I had no doubt that his insides were on fire with immeasurable pain. I threw him back against the cage and stepped away from him, letting him sink to the floor of the octagon.

“Finish it,” Darrel managed, his voice as broken as his will. “Finish it.”

I shook my head, staring down at him. “No,” I told him. “You’re not worth it.”

Then, wordlessly, I walked toward the built-in door at the edge of the octagon and started to climb out. Before I could get out of the octagon, however, I heard movement from behind me. I turned in time to see Darrel - still in human form - lunging toward me, his fist extended. I caught Darrel’s fist in the palm of my hand then, using my bear’s strength, crushed and shattered every bone in his hand. Darrel’s scream filled the arena, only to be deafened by the reignited roars of the beasts filling the rows.

I drilled Darrel’s eyes with my own, stepping toward and standing over him. “You’re done, Darrel Collin,” I told him. “Done. No more fighting. No more petty attempts at domination. You are no alpha here. Is that understood?”

He stared at my eyes for one final defiant moment, then looked down at his feet and whimpered. Satisfied, I turned away from him and exited the octagon, making my way toward the arena’s exit.

I’d done it. I’d reasserted my dominance. Reclaimed my position. And after this, I knew, no one would ever attempt to challenge me again. As far as this club was concerned, I was and would always be alpha. I no longer had a reason to go, to fight, to prove myself.

And considering the fact that there was a gorgeous woman waiting back in my penthouse, that was just fine with me.

Epilogue

I stood inside the cabin, hand in hand with the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, and gazed out at the view. For miles on end, there was nothing but trees and mountains, capped by a sapphire blue sky that went on forever.

“This is some place you have here,” I said, turning back to our hosts.

“I like to think so,” Andrea said, smiling. “But as much renovation as we’ve done, I still can’t get past that view. It’s the best, isn’t it love?” She turned to her husband, Chase Hammer.

Chase nodded. “Feel free to stay as long as you’d like. It’s the least I can offer.”

Megan, beside me, tugged at my arm, forcing me to gaze upon her beautiful face once again. “I think we should take them up on that, Kalvin. God knows we could use a break from the city.”