Mounted By Her Weretiger Mate (Steamy Weretiger Paranormal Romance) (3 page)

“Jake! Holy fuck!” I moaned as he came up for air, a tightness building in my hips that foretold of my quickening climax growing ever closer. I bit my lip and squirmed, a need to be filled with Jake’s cock rocketing to the forefront of my mind as I watched him work my sopping cunt.

“Fuck me,” I whined, releasing his hair from my vise-like grip. “I need it, Jake. I need you inside of me!”

He grinned, licking the slick juices from his lips as he started to strip off his worn khakis. I gasped as his underwear fell along with his pants, revealing the massive bulk of his cock, erect and throbbing hungrily for me, ready to dive deep into my lustful pussy.

“Holy shit,” I whimpered, chewing on my lip as I wondered how I’d ever fit his thick shaft inside of me. It’d been so long since I’d had anyone, and never anyone Jake’s size. “It’s so big. I don’t know if it’ll fit.”

“I think you’ll be able to handle it,” he purred, kneeling over my quivering, naked body. “I’ll be gentle—at first.”

I moaned out again, spreading my legs wider to allow him all the room he could possibly need. I wrapped my calves around his back, pulling him close. I felt almost greedy for his thick cock, eager to be filled by someone who could probably rip me in two. The idea of taking it all made me feel dirty and excited all at the same time.

“Please,” I moaned, “give it to me!”

He growled over me, a sound that sent shivers through me to my very core. It was a sound I’d been in fear of only hours before, but hearing it now only made my pussy even wetter.

My nipples hardened in the open air, my breasts bouncing softly as my breath caught in my chest with the first brush of his tip against my drenched opening. His tip was big and swollen with his need, throbbing in time with his pounding heart. My hips squirmed and bucked, eager to fulfill my primal need to be stuffed with a man’s pulsing member.

He worked slowly at first, gently, just like he promised, though with his girth, fitting him inside of me was hard. But the longer he worked his tip through my pussy, the easier it became to receive him. He worked himself in all the way to his thick hilt, his heavy balls brushing against my ass as he slid himself completely within my welcoming depths.

I couldn’t help but cry out, my back arching at the bliss of being utterly filled for the first time in my life. No man before him had ever made me feel so complete, so full and bursting with desire. I looked up into his eyes and whimpered, squirming as I became accustomed to his superhuman mass within my tight cunt.

“Fuck me, Jake,” I moaned. “Take me and make me yours!” I needed him to drive himself into my body again and again, to give in to his animal desires and take me, to mate with me as I knew he craved.

His first thrust inside of me was still slow, but as he worked himself into a rhythm, he became much less gentle until he was pounding his thick cock inside of me over and over.

I closed my eyes, basking the in glory of his thick shaft pistoning back and forward inside of me, driving deep into places I’d thought reserved for only gentle lovemaking. As he took me so savagely, I couldn’t deny that this was better than any soft and gentle girlish fantasy I’d had. I needed him to fuck me, hard and fast.

I cried out, arching my back with each hard thrust inside of my body, eager to fit him deep inside me, to feel him stretching me to my body’s limits.

I slid my hand between my thighs, my fingers toying with my aching nubbin as Jake slammed his cock in and out of me like a battering ram, filling the air around us with the sound of his grunts and my hot, lustful moans. As I teased, the tightness grew between my hips, heightened by the eager thrusts of my shapeshifting lover. I looked up into his eyes, the look on his face telling me that he’d be cumming soon, and that I’d feel him gush deep inside of me.

I knew we’d forgotten protection, that we’d forgotten to even consider what might happen if he couldn’t control himself, but in those passion-fueled moments beneath the jungle canopy, I hardly cared. Deep down, I knew I craved his seed to spill inside of me, filling me with his hot cum. Even the thought of what might happen, the risk of getting pregnant, turned me on, the animal part of my mind more than happy to bear the child of someone so strong and virile. My body begged to let him climax inside of me.

“That’s it, baby,” I whispered, breathing hard through my teeth as I, too, felt my climax fast approaching. “I don’t want you to stop. I want it all. I’m so fucking close!”

“Oh, fuck!” Jake snarled, his hips bucking hard against my own as a warmth spread inside of me, sending shivers throughout my body as the dam broke on my own orgasm, flooding me with a pleasure unlike any I had ever known. My pussy tightened around Jake’s massive shaft, milking it for everything it had as he continued to fuck me nice and hard.

I arched my back, a delirious grin spreading across my face at the sensation of his seed dripping from around his shaft. I felt so whole and perfect. I never wanted that moment to end.

Jake collapsed beside me, draping his arm over my naked body, his cock dripping with my lust. We were covered in dirt from the jungle floor, but neither of us gave it any thought. His lips found mine, and together we spent the night locked in a passionate embrace beneath the trees.

I spent only a few days in India with Sasha, every night of which was filled with passionate sex with my newfound lover. I knew the rest of the camp had discovered what we’d been doing, and part of me got a certain satisfaction from knowing that Jake was mine, that he’d taken me as his own under the light of the moon like the animal he was.

After my time in the jungle was over, Jake returned with me to the states, taking up residence in my apartment where our wild affair continued, always ending with his seed dripping from within me, just the way I needed it. Our relationship was filled with an unbridled desire for one another, a primal need that couldn’t be sated. We were addicted to one another, and I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

I sat on my bed after Jake had gone out to get the two of us take-out, biting my lip as I stared at the stick in my hand, waiting anxiously for the results. Part of me wondered how a child might affect the two of us, affect our need for one another. But deep down, knowing that I might be pregnant with his child only made me beam with pride.

Right before my eyes, I watched the miniature window change from a blank screen to a faint, blue plus sign. A smile spread across my face as I laid back on the bed, listening to the soft click as Jake came through the front door. I couldn’t wait to tell him that he was going to be a father.

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(Steamy Werebear Paramedic Paranormal Romance)

Meghan Archer

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SAVED BY HER WEREBEAR MEDIC!

(Steamy Werebear Paramedic Paranormal Romance)

I was only vaguely aware that I was dying. Mostly, I was concerned with the pounding in my head, the lurching of my stomach, and the way I seemed to be dangling precariously over the side of a cliff.

My seatbelt was cutting into my throat and jaw. I pushed it aside onto my shoulder, but the moment I moved, my vision swam. I shut my eyes and took a deep breath through my nose.
Don’t throw up. Don’t throw up. Don’t throw up…

Very slowly, I became aware of the rain pounding against the roof of my car. Once my senses returned to me, I realized the sound was almost deafening. Obviously one of the car doors was open. Opening my eyes again, I saw that it was mine.

The start of a scream caught in my throat and came out as a gurgle instead. I could feel my lungs fluttering and straining, almost like one of them wasn’t quite working right.

Shit. Shit. I am so fucked.

I blinked away a stream of blood trickling down my forehead and stared at the chasm below. The cliffside was sheer and dropped into a void of impenetrable darkness. I watched as a gnarled chunk of guard rail toppled into it, disappearing long before I heard it hit the ground.

My stomach turned again. Cold adrenaline seeped into my veins.
Okay. That was bad. Don’t look down.

I forced my gaze toward my rearview mirror. It was still intact, though skewed at a steep angle. I could see darkness behind me and sheets of rain falling sideways. Beyond that, nothing more than a dingy streetlamp and the wet pavement of the two-lane road I’d been driving on.

A memory flashed: I was on my way to visit my sister and her new baby. I’d been driving through the mountains when the storm hit. Then I’d hydroplaned around a bend. Wet roads were a bitch.

I didn’t remember much after that. Obviously I’d hit my head. Briefly, I wondered what other memories I had lost.

But I couldn’t think about that now. Not when I was teetering on the edge of a cliff and facing certain doom.

I was too afraid to move. My car was already creaking, and I was sure that if I did, it’d be enough to send me over the brink. Without changing position, I groped the console and passenger’s seat for my phone. If I was lucky, it’d still be in here. If I was
really
lucky, it’d be within reach.

No dice on either front. I was stranded and alone, and judging by how under-used this road was at this hour and in these conditions, it’d stay that way. I was about to die a very horrible death.

Unless a miracle happened by in the next few minutes, my remains would become a piece of modern art on the rocks below, along with whatever was left of my car.

My heart was racing, which in my condition only made things worse. The logical part of my brain told me to make whatever peace I could with whatever kind of god was listening, but it was just a whisper compared to the panic that was welling up inside of me, screaming at me to do whatever it took to get out of the car.

“Oh, God,” I managed to say, blood bubbling in my throat.

The car shifted again, followed by a horrific shriek of metal bending and scraping against the side of my car. The only thing that stood between me, a long drop, and a sudden stop were the few inches between the portion of my car hanging over the edge and my back end, still precariously planted on terra firma—a difference that was becoming smaller and smaller as the seconds crept by.

Another small lurch brought a scream bubbling from my throat, my tears mixing with the blood that was running down from my scalp. Crying usually wasn’t my thing, but when you’re seconds from hurtling to your grave, a desperate call for your mother is nothing to be ashamed of.

It all seemed hopeless until I heard his voice.

“Ma’am, are you all right?”

I couldn’t believe it. My mind tried to tell me that no one could have come by so fast, that this place was in the middle of nowhere. But lo and behold, the glare of a flashlight floated through the darkness and I heard the angelic sound of his voice once again.

“Ma’am, I’m a paramedic,” he said, and suddenly I began to entertain the possibility of God being real. “I’m going to try to get you out of the car.”

I tried to speak, tried to warn him about the cliff, about the car’s impending plunge into the dark abyss, but all I could manage was a simpering gurgle.

My savior cautiously opened the passenger door. The flashlight shone blindingly as he held it between his teeth and crawled over the mangled interior toward me. He moved slowly, making sure not to cause any undo shifting as he assessed just how fucked over I really was.

Judging by the look on his face, I didn’t think I had anything better than a slim chance in hell of making it out alive.

“It’s going to be all right,” he repeated, popping the flashlight out of his mouth as he tried to undo my seatbelt. I whimpered, afraid that the moment I was rid of the belt that I would fall straight down into the chasm below. When the belt held fast inside of the buckle I felt a strange sense of relief, an irrational part of my brain telling me that as long as she was strapped in, I wouldn’t fall.

“I won’t let you—” he began, but before he could finish the car lurched, the undercarriage scraping against the scarred asphalt and the back end rising just slightly off of the rear wheels.

I screamed, renewed tears streaming down my blood-caked face. Now I was afraid that it wouldn’t just be me dying, but I’d be taking an innocent bystander with me, a good Samaritan cut down just for being a decent person.
At least I won’t die alone,
I thought.

“Okay,” the paramedic said, trying to calm himself as much as he was me. “We’re going to be okay. I’m going to get you out right now, but I’m afraid that this is going to hurt—a lot.”

More than the glass in my face or the broken leg?
I wondered, turning my gaze toward him as though I could convey it to him telepathically.

“No, don’t look at me,” he said, almost like he was chastising me. “Look straight ahead, and no matter what you hear, I need you to keep looking out the window.”

Something in his voice gave me pause. But as he’d instructed, I looked straight out the window, blinking through the stream of blood and salty tears clouding my vision.

I could feel him shifting behind me, grunting as though he was straining with something heavy. Then the car shifted back onto its rear wheels like more weight was being pressed down on it. I wanted to look, but his words rang in my ears.

Suddenly his grunts turned into something much louder, a deep, ursine roar bellowing from where I had been forbidden to look only a minute before.
Jesus Christ,
I thought.
What the hell is that?!

I felt something pull on my seatbelt, tightening it around my throat for a moment before the sound of ripping fabric filled the air. I felt the pressure on my throat lift and I heaved a deep breath before coughing up a gout of blood from between my lips.

I didn’t even have time to register that I had begun to slip out of my seat before I felt a big, furry hand gripping my upper arm like an iron vise. I screamed, suddenly aware of my plight as my head turned in panic toward my rescuer, only to find myself locking eyes with what I almost mistook for a massive bear.

Seemingly without effort, the creature pulled me back into the car, dragging me over the center console and into the back seat. My confusion replaced itself with fear as I did whatever it took to save myself from being done in like Goldilocks. But despite my kicks and screams, the monstrous thing held fast onto my arm as it dragged me out onto the wet surface of the road outside.

I looked around desperately, hoping to find the man who had tried to save me.
Please, don’t him have been eaten
. But no matter where I looked, there was no sign of the paramedic anywhere. I was alone. Alone, and about to be eaten by a bear.

The creature stood over me, its long arms hanging at its sides. Something seemed so strange about it, about the way it looked down at me with something I could swear was
intelligence
in its eyes
.
The strange look it gave me made my think that it was making a decision, but about what, I couldn’t be sure.

As I looked up at it my vision began to fade, the edges growing dim and creeping inwards until all I could see was the face of that bear as it came down on top of me, its jaws open wide.

So this is how I die,
I thought as everything went black.
Not with a car crash, but with a bear attack…