Love to Bear: A Werebear Shifter Romance (9 page)

“
How was that?” He asked, lips curled with
pointy amusement. He knew damned well what I was about to say.

“
Best tongue work I've ever had. It's amazing what
you people know how to do, being so isolated out here.”

“
It's instinct, Sam. I just never had anyone as
beautiful as you to bring it to perfection before.” He stood,
slowly rolling his tongue across his lips, lapping up the last of my
wetness like it was honey. “Get in the center of the bed and
make some room.”

Yes, sir!
I
nearly said, scooting back and flipping myself around.

He'd been naked since shifting in the forest to release
his rage, shredding another perfectly good pair of clothes in the
process. Seeing his incredible body exposed wasn't anything new, but
seeing it like this...I did a double take when I got a good look at
his erection.

His cock absolutely
towered
above his
waist, pulsing like a thick, lively root in a fist he'd slung over
the base. Muscles deep inside me clenched in exquisite anticipation,
though I worried whether or not I'd even fit him inside me without
straining.

Not that it mattered. I was ready to try!

The edge of the mattress sank. He crouched on it,
crawling toward me. I saw a bear on the hunt, an animal closing in on
its target with deadly certainty.

His hands slid under my thighs when he reached me. He
parted my legs, swinging them around his body.

Don came in for a kiss. Heat fired from his body, even
as his lips and tongue brushed over mine, dancing in a tango cut with
pure fire.

His swollen cock pressed delightfully on the small pubic
strip I kept above my entrance. Instant moans flooded his mouth,
pleading and uncontrollable.

I was panting when he pulled away. Don stared deep into
my eyes, a come-hither energy both predatory and loving.

Two contrasts in one wonderful form. Just like the
rest of him...

His erection pulsed on my flesh. I wanted to grab it,
feel it, taste it. Mostly, I just wanted him deep inside me,
battering his way to my depths.

And I wasn't alone. Everything in his eyes said he
shared my sharp desire.

The happy thought brought back one little thing I'd
forgotten.

Fuck. I should've remembered to ask before now.

“
Condom?” I asked in a low voice.

Don looked at me like he didn't understand. Oh, no.
Surely, he had some idea about birth control from scouting the human
world? If I couldn't have him inside me right now, I'd cry.

“
I don't use them,” he said firmly. “I'm
clean, Sam. Nothing should come between a man and his woman –
his mate.”

I chewed my lower lip. It wasn't like I had nothing.
Through all the craziness of the last two days, I'd managed to
remember my pill, and I still had plenty safely packed inside my
backpack.

But the pill is meant to guard against a baby made by
men. He's not fully human. I don't know what will happen...

He came lower and stopped short of kissing me again. Don
rubbed his lips across mine, haunting and teasing, feverishly eager
to sweep aside all my little doubts.

I thought about his heat inside me. Bare. Raging.
Erupting in a glorious finale.

Imagining his come bursting deep inside me was almost
too much. My mind was made up.

“
Okay, I'll try it your way,” I whispered.
My voice sounded shaky and distant, totally drunk on mad lust. “Come
fuck me now. I need to feel this amazing, hard, beautiful thing...”

Deep.
My brain
cut me off before I could say it, but he'd gotten the message.

Don lifted his hips, shifted his erection into place,
and held it there. One hand swept out, moving through my hair,
comforting me before he sank into my body.

I twisted my head,
winding my hair tighter around his fingers as he pushed in. His
length kept
coming, inch by
rock hard inch, kindling an inferno in my core.

I gushed wet heat all over him. Don grunted, pleasure
coursing through his system. My soft velvet stretched around him,
submitting to his size and strength.

He went deep, claiming every square centimeter of my
intimate flesh. His shaft came to the edge of my womb, and the
sensation made me bite hard into my lip.

“
Fuck!” My hoarse whisper filled the air,
filled with dumb amazement.

It wasn't until he started to thrust that I had any idea
what was in store. Don quickly picked up speed, plunging into me and
pulling back, forming steady, deep strokes that tugged at all my
nerve endings again and again.

There was no more room for rational thoughts in my
brain. Raging primal lust took over, throbbing in my blood,
commanding me to give myself to this beast like the god he was.

I threw my legs around him. My ankles hooked tight
around his stiff ass, warm as heated boulders.

With my arms and legs, I held on tight. Don drove into
me faster, harder, his tempo steadily rising to a frenetic pace I
couldn't hope to match.

But I held on beneath him, feeling my heart and body
blossom, love and lust firing in my system. I clung onto his hot
flesh and rode the fierce masculine wave slamming into me, his full
body avalanche. Each blow fell heavier and more incredible than the
last.

A sharp burn blazed up my core. His hands ran behind me,
cupped my ass, and pulled me in close, giving him the leverage to
thrust deeper still.

I screamed, fully possessed by my own animal side. Our
flesh slapped together repeatedly as he held me up, burying himself
deep, grinding my clit each time he thrust all the way in.

Don! You man, you animal. This is better than
anything I've ever had, and soon I'm going to –

Fuck. Fuck!

Savage curses echoed in my head. I came, twisting my
hips, howling and throwing myself onto him, impaling myself on his
big piston.

Don gripped me tighter, lowered his face to my neck. His
teeth sunk into my flesh, rough and gentle all at once, adding one
more evilly addictive contrast to my explosion.

My hips rolled, churning through my climax. Full body
spasms wracked their way up from my toes, singeing my spine.

Everything flashed from black and white and red. I
became a scorched, blubbering mess of rhythmic fire, pushing my flesh
into his mouth even as my hips thrashed against his cock.

With one hand, he reached behind me and yanked my hair.
His bite increased, sharper and sexier, drawing out the ecstasy long
after it should've stopped.

“
You want me to come inside you, don't you?”
He whispered, his voice one octave above growling. “Say it for
me, Samantha.”

My hair jerked in his hands like rope. Still delirious
with release, I buried my lips against his, groaning with pure
passion.

“
Do it. Shoot it fucking deep! I want to drown in
your flames...let it all out, baby.”

Holy crap, what am I saying? Or, rather – what
the hell am I feeling?

I lost it. I was begging for his come, deep in the fever
that hadn't been extinguished with my second orgasm.

And it wouldn't be long until he gave me what I wanted.
I needed him to come, flesh on flesh, spilling his heavenly essence
deep inside me.

Don reared up, full on thunder tearing out his throat.
His strokes became angrier, like a storming sea, his hips impacting
mine so hard I feared we've both break apart.

The moment he swelled inside me, I hit rock bottom. Or
maybe he catapulted me high into the stars.

Whatever. I was coming again, and there was no holding
back.

Don's hands pushed desperately at my flesh and he came.
Jet after jet of seed foamed out of him. His cock became a steel
pump, heaving up his precious fire, bathing me in all the deepest,
darkest, greediest places.

The second I started coming again, my flesh constricted
around him. It sucked at the sea he was giving me, hellbent on
swallowing it deep, pushing it into my supple womb.

We rocked, sweated, panted, and made sounds I can't even
identify. Wet heat flooded me, our bodies and fluids mingling, for
what seemed like a small eternity.

Rabid breaths were still pouring from his mouth when I
collapsed against him. Don broke the vice-like embrace around my
back.

He shifted his erection up, holding in what he'd given
me like an animal making sure the mating act did its job. I rested my
flushed face on his shoulder, inhaling his scent.

“
Beautiful, beautiful.” He repeated the
phrase several times, soft and nearly breathless. “You're just
like I thought, Sam. Amazing through and through.”

“
Only because you were all the way in me.” I
smiled.

We kissed. Finally, he took it as a sign to pull out.
He'd softened slightly, but amazingly not by much.

I sat on his lap and he cuddled me close in his arms. A
million thoughts raced through my brain.

Mainly, I just felt whole. Finally, finally whole, all
the pieces scattered by Ryan glued together again.

Don's love, his touch, had worked its magic. In my
wholeness, I needed him more than ever, my flesh sweaty and eager to
feel him filling me over and over.

“
What am I going to do with you? I'm not sure I'll
appreciate another man ever again.” I brushed my cheek on his,
savoring the feel of his stubble.

“
You won't.” I looked up with surprise, and
his eyes sparkled with unearthly confidence. “And I'm going to
make sure you realize that every free hour you're here. Every night.
If we get you home, you're going to come back to me, or else I'll
have to come to you.”

He'd left me speechless, so I kissed him. Deep inside, I
knew he was totally right.

I wanted him more. Forever. And as I sensed him growing
harder and restless near my thigh, I didn't care how dangerous or
risky it would be to get my way.

“
Here are the records, female. And here's a pen
and paper to write down anything you think we should know.”
Emmerick pushed a notepad and an old fountain pad from another age
into my hand. “You'd better have something to say too. This is
a good time to prove your worth to the council and to me.”

I looked over, worried. Don's jaw rippled through his
cheek. He was clenching it hard, restraining himself, probably using
enough force to bite through a brick.

“
I'll do my best,” I said. I actually meant
it too.

I had no love for this old bully. But if it meant
smoothing things over, giving me more time to relax and enjoy my new
love? Totally worth it.

Emmerick shot me one last stink-eye and then went out
the back entrance. We were alone in the town hall's massive side
chamber, a labyrinth of old files and books.

With the Elder gone, Don relaxed a little. He sniffed,
rubbing his nose. I gave him a knowing smile.

If the musty stench in the room bothered me, then it had
to be magnitudes worse for a shifter with his keen sense of smell.
And it wasn't just must. Judging by the yellowed pages and layers of
dust I scraped off the folders, no one had looked at the records for
a long time, let alone cleaned them.

I started with the oldest, a slim journal in crabbed
writing. It was dated 1919, written by someone named Riemmeck Jones,
clan historian.

“
Isn't that hard to read?” Don said after
awhile. He shifted next to me, clearly bored as he watched me making
out the cramped words underneath the dull lamp.

“
Well, it's not easy. But it's very interesting.
You didn't tell me anything about how this clan came to be.” I
looked up in awe. “Is this supposed to be real history or just
a legend?”

He shrugged. “You tell me. Nobody around here has
seen magic for generations. I know your kind says it doesn't exist
outside fairy tales.”

My head was spinning. I read about how the clan had
started. Apparently, a group of settlers on their way to Washington
and Oregon in the middle nineteenth century had fallen foul of the
Kalispel native people while resting for the winter.

Their leader, Robert Stanton, had an illicit affair with
a young Indian girl. When she disappeared, the tribe held up Stanton
as the obvious culprit.

He denied it, of course, just like any man in the day
would. Too bad for him the woman was the daughter of a powerful
Kalispel shaman.

It happened late in January. The settlers were awakened
in their frigid temporary cabins, their eyes drawn toward the high
fires rising beyond the Indian encampment, all the way to the highest
mountains.

A ritual of some kind with green flames and monstrous
silhouettes was underway. Large shapes like grizzly bears stalked
near the fires, pacing and pawing at the ground.

Robert Stanton was the first to change. The people had
stepped outside, gathering in a small group on the crisp valley snow.
Stanton fell to the ground, his bones and flesh rearranging
themselves, brown fur sprouting from every square inch of his skin.