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Authors: Meghan Archer
Mounted By Her Weretiger Mate (Steamy Weretiger Paranormal Romance) (6 page)
A month after my first transformation into a werebear, Cade and I were packing up his truck. Since those first encounters together, Cade and I had shared night after night of passionate sex, both at his cabin and in my own bedroom. Making love felt like the most natural act with him in my arms, and I could never resist the promise of feeling him spill his seed inside of me. What came soon after should never have felt like a surprise.
As the two of us loaded our supplies for my coming transformation, I noticed a bottle in Cade’s hands, a grin adorning his lips.
“I thought we could celecrate our first month together,” he said, turning the bottle around to reveal that it was, in fact, a rather expensive bottle of wine. I gasped, shocked that he’d spend so much on me. But as he looked into my eyes, his smile faded.
“What is it?” he asked.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to accept that, Cade.”
“What? Why not? Is it something I said?”
“No,” I said, a smile returning to my lips. “Something you did, but I don’t think it’s a bad thing.”
“What’s going on?”
“I just—I don’t think wine will be good for the baby, sweetie.”
Cade stared into my eyes, the realization dawning over him like a crashing wave.
“We’re going to have a baby?” he asked, his smile reappearing and growing all the wider.
“Yes, my love,” I said, wrapping my arms around his neck. “You’re going to be a father.”
Cade set down the bottle of wine and enfolded me in his arms, lifting me clear off the ground and swinging me. As the forest danced around us I laughed, clinging to his body for dear life and reveling in the knowledge that that car crash had truly been the best thing that had ever happened to me.
This is how it ends,
I thought to myself as Cade set me back down and kissed me.
Not with a car crash or a bear attack, but happily ever after.
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… Graham leans back on his bed, his legs apart and his dick bobbing in the air as he works his palm along his shaft. His balls bounce a little. They’re so big and heavy, and Darla wonders what they’d taste like stuffed into her mouth.
She trails her fingers down her body and in between her thighs. She touches the seam of the polka dot panties clinging to her pussy. She can feel her juices soaking through, and lightly, with just the tip of her finger, she spreads them up to her waiting clit.
Peek-a-Boo,
she thinks again as she pulls the wet fabric aside and spreads her nether lips.
I see you…
Her pussy is so pretty, creamy white with a hot pink center. Her clit shines like a pearl when it’s wet, all shimmery and throbbing, sort of like the reddish, swollen head of Graham’s cock. She knows he’d like her pussy if he tried it. She wishes he would. He’s a good big stepbrother. She knows he’d take care of her.
Graham lets out one of those little grunts she loves to hear, and Darla’s cunt pulses in response. She edges her fingers close to her hole and teases along the tight opening. It’s so warm in there. That’s where Graham’s big cock belongs—not in his hand. But she’ll have to settle for just a show tonight.
It’s not so bad. Graham looks hot playing with himself, and Darla knows she’ll get to cum. She always does.
That’s part of what makes the game so fun. That, and seeing if she’ll get caught.
But that’s something that never, ever happens.
She pouts a little as she watches Graham work his balls with his free hand, rolling them between his fingers as a font of precum bubbles from his tip. She wishes he would catch her. The game would be so much more fun that way.
Darla dips her fingers into her slit and starts to rub, rocking against her teddy bear as her eyes fix on Graham’s hand teasing his shaft. His head is thrown back, his lips open. She thinks about sitting on his face for a second and rubbing her hot lust all over his mouth. She wonders if he can work his tongue like he works his cock.
The moon is shining through his blinds. Darla can see the changes starting to take hold. His cock is getting bigger and fatter. His soft, downy fur is starting to come in. He’s panting through teeth that are much too sharp for a normal man. He’ll have to finish himself off soon, or he won’t be able to make himself cum.
Not unless he mounts some bitch in heat out in the woods. Darla doesn’t like the thought of that. She likes thinking of other things, like how wide Graham would spread her pussy and how if she was a werebear, maybe he could mount her out there in the deep, quiet dark.
But then her foot accidentally hits the door and it swings open with a loud creak, revealing her hiding spot.
Graham looks up. His eyes widen.
“Shit! Darla!” …
