Lost Bear (3 page)

“I won’t change my mind, so if you think I will then maybe this is a mistake. You’re not my mate, and I won’t mark you. I don’t care how much you beg me to.”

“Ouch. Okay, so it’s noted that we’re not mates, and we’re only scratching an itch until someone better comes along.”

“Exactly.”

“Great,” he said, his voice deadpan. She stared at him, unsure if he was in agreement or about to throw her out. His next words proved men only wanted one thing, and they’d take it under any circumstances.

“When do we start?”

Dave nearly had a heart attack when Emma showed up on his doorstep. The clock had read thirty minutes after midnight, and the sight of her through the peep hole had sent his heart racing into overdrive.

When the prospect of danger had been removed, he rejoiced in her coming to see him. It meant that she felt their connection, too, and wanted to move things forward. His elation was soon replaced by anger, and painful rejection, when she admitted the details of her plan.

He didn’t know much about her past, but the fact that she assumed he would leave her pissed him off. He only agreed to her harebrained,
friends with benefits
idea, because he believed she felt more for him than she was willing to admit.

As she spoke, he concocted his own version of
the plan
. If they could do anything friends could do, including hang out whenever they wanted, and go on dates, then he would do those things as often as possible. He would try to woo her, and hopefully she would open up to him in the process and accept that all men aren’t like her ex. Or exes. He had a feeling the damage had been done by more than one man.

“Great. When do we start?” he asked.

Her smile didn’t reach her eyes, and he had the feeling he’d somehow disappointed her, but she jumped to her feet and asked the location of his bedroom. He told her the general location, and then followed her down the hallway.

The jeans and sweater she wore looked new, probably the result of her earlier shopping trip, and he watched the way the material hugged her curves as she walked down the hall. He liked the fact that she had a bit of meat on her bones, and he couldn’t wait to sink into her warmth.

She paused and looked back to question him before going into his bedroom, but when he nodded, she entered the space as if she owned it. She walked right up to the bed and started to pull off her sweater.

He stilled her hands on her waist, and saw the apprehension she’d hidden from him. She wasn’t as confident as she appeared. He added another side note to his plan. He wanted her to know, without a doubt, how much he wanted her over any other woman.

“We don’t have to rush,” he said, and then he placed his lips on top of hers.

Emma eagerly accepted his touch, and just as it had in the forest, his skin tingled and the air cracked between them. When she opened her lips and met his tongue with hers, it seemed as if everything around them disappeared.

She freed her hands from his grasp and slid them over his chest, outlining every muscle. Everywhere her fingers traced branded him as hers. He inched her sweater up her waist and slowly pulled it over her head, revealing an emerald green lacy bra.

“You are so beautiful,” he said. He left a trail of kisses down her neck, and slid his tongue along the fabric concealing both of her breasts. “I wonder if your panties match.”

He kneeled in front of her and unfastened the button on her jeans, then slowly unzipped the fabric. He groaned when the green lace came into view.

“I knew it,” he said, and kissed her stomach.

She laced her fingers through his hair, whether to stop or encourage him he didn’t know, but she didn’t interfere when he pulled the jeans down her legs and kissed her thighs. He helped her out of her pants, and stood back up.

“You’re sexy as hell, baby doll,” he said and linked two fingers under one of her bra straps. “Did you buy this today?”

“Yes,” she said, breathless.

“It’s perfect,” he said, pulling the strap off her shoulder, “and so are you.” He pulled the other strap off and kissed her soft, creamy white skin, and turned her away from him. He gathered up all her hair, draped it over one shoulder, and kissed the other as he unclasped her bra. She trembled when the loose material slid down her arms and landed on the floor in front of her, and a sense of satisfaction filled him.

“You don’t have to say those things,” she said.

“Say what things?” he asked, kissing her neck again.

“You don’t have to tell me I’m beautiful, or perfect, or whatever,” she whispered.

“I know I don’t have to, but I want to,” he whispered back.

She tensed and closed her eyes.

“I’d rather you didn’t.”

He stilled.

“Why?”

“I don’t need a lot of compliments and I don’t like being lied to.”

He stepped to the side and raised her chin with his finger, forcing her to look at him.

“Open your eyes.”

She took a deep breath and obeyed his command.

“You think I’m lying when I say you’re beautiful? You think I would sleep with you if I didn’t find you attractive?”

“I know you find me attractive, but I’m not beautiful. I wasn’t trying to insult you; I just thought it would be easier if you knew you didn’t have to say those things.”

She infuriated him.

Smack!

He did the only thing he could think of and gave her a good, hard swat on the ass.

She opened her mouth, he assumed to protest, but no words escaped.

“Let’s get something straight right now,” he said. “I never say anything I don’t mean, so when I tell you you’re beautiful, I mean it. You. Are. Beautiful. Get used to hearing it, baby doll, because I plan on reminding you of the fact every chance I get until you no longer question whether or not I’m telling you the truth.”

She stared at him with her mouth slightly open, and her round green eyes filled with unshed tears. He knew it had been his words and not the spanking, that left her immobile, and again her vulnerability tugged at his heart.

His shifter might be strong on the outside, but on the inside she needed him. Soon she would understand how much he desired her in every way.

Smack!

He spanked her again.

“Do you understand?” he asked.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Good.”

He rubbed her ass to erase the sting and wrapped his other hand in her hair. He kissed her fiercely on the lips, claiming her the only way he knew how, and backed her up toward the bed.

She kissed him back with the same intensity until her legs bumped the mattress and he pulled away.

“Sit down,” he said, pressing on her shoulders.

She lowered herself and watched with rapt attention as he removed his jeans and boxers. His hard, thick cock bounced against his abs, as if begging for her attention, and when he saw her pull her lower lip between her teeth, liquid escaped and beaded at the tip.

He instructed her to lie down, and kneeled in front of her, gathering her panties in his fists. He pulled the lacy green fabric off her hips, and slowly revealed his gift. He continued inching the silky material down her legs until he slid them off her shiny, red-painted toes.

He placed one thigh on each shoulder and pulled her to the edge of the bed, keeping her hips in place with his hands. She sat up on her forearms and watched as he dove in between her legs.

He buried his face in her pussy and shoved his tongue into her warm, wet hole. She stiffened at first, but soon she laced her fingers through his hair and pulled him closer. He licked, kissed and sucked every fold and sensitive piece of flesh up to her clit and back, shoving his tongue in and out, and then he repeated the routine.

Emma’s essence flowed like a never ending pool and he licked up every drop. Little mewling noises and gasps escaped her lips and he knew he’d never heard anything sexier than her satisfaction.

She spread her legs wider, resting one foot on the bedpost, and he took the opportunity to shove two fingers into her warm channel, then sucked her clit in his mouth. He moved his fingers in and out and flicked her clit simultaneously with his tongue.

He could feel her flesh contract around his fingers and seconds later, she tightened her grip in his hair and screamed his name. Pain shot through his heat, but pleasuring her was all that mattered. Liquid heat soaked his hand, and he continued to move it in and out until she loosened her grip and tried to catch her breath.

He stood and reached into his nightstand for the nearly full box of condoms.

After he covered himself, he patted her thigh.

“Roll over, baby doll.”

She complied and he spread her legs apart with his foot, and guided his cock into her pussy in one swift thrust.

“Oh,” she gasped, and pushed back into him.

He rubbed his hand down her back and pushed her hair off to one side.

“Spread your arms out in front of you,” he said.

She followed his directions and he held onto her hips and moved his cock in and out slowly, savoring the feel of her tight pussy. They fit together perfectly, as if she’d been made just for him, and he knew she wouldn’t feel so right if he wasn’t her mate.

He felt a familiar tingling at the base of his spine and his cock throbbed when she tightened around him. Her hands fisted the blankets, and he pounded into her faster, holding her hips in a bruising grip, until they both came together with equally loud moans.

He collapsed on top of her and rained little kisses on her back until he felt he could move, then he pulled out of her warmth and disposed of the condom in the restroom. He wet a washcloth with warm water and returned to find her in the same position he left her in.

“Are you okay, baby doll?” he asked, and placed a kiss on her ass where he’d smacked her earlier.

“I’m perfect,” she mumbled.

“Yes, you are,” he agreed, grateful she didn’t fight him on the issue. “I’m going to make you more comfortable, and then we can go to sleep.”

“Okay.”

He gently wiped her thighs and the area between her legs, and then rinsed the cloth and did the same for himself. He tossed the wet rag into the laundry basket, and turned back the blankets and sheets on the bed.

He tapped her ass gently, and instructed her to crawl up and rest her head on one of the pillows. She did what he said without question, and he turned off the light and then joined her. He wrapped one heavily muscled arm around her, anchoring her to him, and drifted off to sleep.

***

Emma woke and glanced up at Dave. He was flat on his back, holding her in place with one arm, and she lay nearly on top of him. She’d used his chest as a pillow and one arm draped around his waist, while one leg wrapped around his thighs.

She stretched her leg and smiled when the movement caused her muscles to ache. It had been so long since she’d been filled by a man, and she’d never been satisfied so completely.

Dave made her want things she shouldn’t want, and she knew when the time came to let him go, she’d have to shift back into a bear again to get away. Despite her plan, she’d never be able to see him every day, possibly with another woman.

She pushed the troublesome thoughts away and focused on their night together.

She’d purchased the matching bra and panty set during her shopping trip with Kate, and had worn it especially for him. She’d wanted him to see her in something sexy their first night together. When he’d claimed her beautiful and perfect, she’d believed him, and it made distancing herself even harder. He’d said and done the things she’d dreamed her mate would say, and his actions only made her want him more.

Stop being so foolish and enjoy him while you can!

She thought about how she would wake him if they had been mated, and carefully inched her way under the covers.

His thick cock was already hard, and she desperately wanted to taste him. She closed her mouth around him and swirled her tongue around the tip. He stirred, but he didn’t wake, so she did it again, and then lowered her mouth on his shaft, sucking in more of him. She’d never be able to swallow all of him, so she closed one hand around the base, and used the other as leverage to hover over his muscular body.

Her tongue licked and swirled around his dick as she released him, and then she repeated the act, taking him deeper. Her saliva eased the way, and she swallowed more, tightening the hand encircled around him.

He groaned, and she moved faster, delighted to please him any way she could. His hands in her hair startled her, but she didn’t relent.

“Fuck, that feels so good, baby doll,” he said.

She responded by sucking him harder, tightening her lips around him. Her breasts bounced on his thighs, and her nipples hardened at the contact. His cock throbbed and her pussy tingled as if responding back to him.

She wanted to lick up every bit of his release, and when the first few drops escaped, she licked him dry and sucked harder, pushing him toward completion.

He squirmed beneath her, reaching for something, but she kept up her assault until he suddenly lifted her off him and flipped her onto her back.

He covered her body with his and sucked one hard nipple into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the stiff peak and scraped his teeth across her areola, biting the nipple gently. She cried out and dug her fingernails into his biceps. He switched sides and performed the same delicious attack on the other peak.

When she thought she’d explode, he pulled away, leaving her exposed and empty in the cool morning air.