Red's Bear (Erotic Shifter Fairy Tales) (14 page)

People stared, watched them but didn’t bother to call
out greetings, as Cord stormed through the street hell bent on his goal. He cut
along the side of Bear & Cub Hardware store and continued until he brought
them to a parking lot empty of people but full of vehicles. Like most of the
town, people were parked everywhere as they drove in for the day’s festival
activities.

Rena spotted Cord’s black extended cab pick-up at the
far end. Once they got to it, he released her, allowing her to climb into the
front passenger side. Making haste around the hood, he snatched his door open.
She was impressed by the durability of the truck that the door didn’t come
flying off in his hand.

In and behind the wheel, Cord turned to face her. The
flecks of gold in his eyes earlier had fully taken over his dark irises now.
She wasn’t sure why the anomaly happened or what it meant, but somehow she
understood it had something to do with her. A reaction. And it thrilled her to
see it.

She felt itchy and agitated. Her body was so turned on
she thought she would lose her mind.

“I’m going to kiss you, Rena.” He stared across the
front bench arresting her with his gaze.

Recognizing the warning, in his words, she felt her
heart rate do the impossible, start beating faster. “Do it, Cord.” She wanted
to be ravished by this bear of a man.

Reaching out, he pulled his shirt from her hands and
tossed it to the floor of his truck. She didn’t even realize she was still
holding it.

Anticipating he would lean over and set his lips
against hers, she was caught off guard when he took hold of her arms and hauled
her onto his lap as if she weighed nothing.

Gasping, she straddled his lap. With the steering wheel
behind her, there was little room, leaving her no option but to press herself
close him. Something she didn’t mind at all. She wanted to be up close and
personal with this bear of a man. She’d never known another man
so
big,
imposing and sexy as hell, that was Cord. Even seeing the other men in Den
County today didn’t have the same effect on her that being around Cord did.

Perched on his lap, she would have thought he would
begin to kiss and maul her. Instead he just held her against him, staring into
her face.

“You are so beautiful.” His thumb stroked her chin
causing the tip of it to graze the underside of her bottom lip. “I can’t get
enough of your eyes, your skin…your scent.”

Oh, hell, this man could have her coming from just mere
words.

“Look who’s talking.” She ran her hands over his hair.
“I thought you were in the mood for kissing not quoting poetry,” she taunted,
breathless.

“Let me give the lady what she wants.” Cupping the back
of her head, he angled her mouth just as he wanted it. Slanting his lips on
hers, he showed her the magnitude of his desire.

She felt flushed, feverish as Cord took command of her
mouth. The kiss blew her mind. It was skilled, passionate and forceful. She’d
never had a man demand so much from her in a simple kiss.

However, she wasn’t going to play the mild submissive.
Palming the back of his head, she pressed her knees out as far as she could in
the confines of the truck. She ground her sex against the hard, bulge she felt
beneath her.

When his tongue dipped in, she sucked it, holding
it…him in her mouth.

He moved away, licking a path along the side of her
neck. In the curve of her shoulder he drew a mouthful of her skin in his mouth.
And grazed her flesh with his teeth.

Something about feeling the scratch of his teeth across
her flesh caused shivers to race down her spine and heat bloomed a blazing
inferno in her stomach.
Bite me.

Rena wasn’t sure where that thought came from, but even
as she attempted to push it away, it brought with it a vision of Cord fucking
her hard and burying his teeth deep into her. She wanted to believe that she
thought the image was wicked, depraved…too paranormal for it to ever happen in
reality, but she didn’t.

A whimpered moan came out of her mouth. Grabbing his
head, she lifted it and kissed him hard until they were both panting and
heaving in small gulps of air in between more kisses.

With her palms flat on his bare chest, she dug her
nails into his toned muscles, loving the brush of hair that tickled her skin.
She wanted to touch him in many more places.

His hands were all over her, rubbing her thighs,
squeezing her ass and pinching her nipples.

“More…” Gracious she needed more of Cord in any and
every way.

He tugged at her blouse, yanking it from the waistband
of her jeans. When his fingers brushed her sides beneath, she whispered, “I
love your big, strong hands.”

“Now, who’s the poet?”

She laughed and kissed his perfect mouth again.

Strange and wonderful sensations were whirling inside
of her, outside of the inner voice. That was a part of her, but separate in
some manner, there were other things. The golden haze to her sight had taken a
back seat to another wonder, her gums behind her eye teeth were tingling.
Something akin to a minor toothache was happening in her mouth. However,
instead of hurting, the throbbing was pleasurable in a way to her. It made her
want to sink her teeth into something…someone…Cord. Unable to resist, she
nipped his bottom lip.

“Sh-i-it…” the growl that came out of him vibrated in
the interior of the truck, making the warm air pulsate. 

Like a man possessed, he lowered his hands and worked
at her fastening. Her belt was no struggle for him. Neither were the buttons
and zipper of her jeans.

The thought of stopping him never entered her mind. She
wanted his hands all over her.

Slipping his hand into her panties, he cupped her sex.
“Fuck, you’re soaked.” His eyes closed for a moment and he inhaled deep, loud.
“I can smell your heat.”

The way he said it didn’t lend itself to her feeling
embarrassed over the evidence of her need, but turned her gooey inside with
excitement. Wantonly, she circled her hips and pushed against his palm, desperate
for more. “It’s you,” she confessed. “I feel like I’ve been in this state all
day.”

“Then let
us
do something about that.”

“Us?” she looked down at him, but before she could
question him further about the emphasis, Cord spoke.

“Give me your hand, Rena,” he demanded, his voice
rough, barely audible.

Staring into those intense, hot golden eyes, she held
her hand out.

Removing his hand from her pants, he linked his fingers
with hers and returned their joined hands back to her pants. He guided them,
used laced fingers to stroke her sex in the snug space.

~YH~

The heady scent of her mating lust was driving Cord out
of his mind. His mouth was salivating and his throat was so fucking tight with
need he could barely breathe. Feeling the wet, warm supple skin of Rena’s pussy
surrounding their combined fingers had him agitated and dancing on the edge of
a cliff. One he could go over at any moment.

Not here in his fucking truck. Cord was thoroughly
pissed with himself for even starting such an encounter in a confined place
that he wouldn’t be able to love Rena right. Fuck her properly.

Her clit was hard as a diamond and extremely sensitive.
Caressing the stiff little peak he enjoyed her bucking against his engorged
cock.

Claim her. Mark her.

His bear was tearing him apart inside. It wasn’t one
for the seduction of the act of sex, but the taking, dominating part of it.

However, Cord knew he had to do this right. Rena was
fragile. Not physically, but emotionally. Even as today he’d seen her bear
begin to surface, reveal itself, he wasn’t sure if she was aware of the
changes.

Just yesterday, she’d been so reserved and skittish to
the evidence of his Were traits. But on the field he’d seen the fierce
territorial anger she’d exhibited toward Marcella. Before everyone on that
field, she’d practically marked him as hers.

He knew that if he didn’t get Rena away from his ex,
there would be bloodshed. Most likely Marcella’s as loud as Rena’s growl had
been. When her gaze had connected with his, he’d spotted the golden threads of
lust in her eyes. Something that hadn’t been evident yesterday when he’d kissed
her in Genma’s kitchen.

No, yesterday and this morning she’d been ignorantly
fighting their attraction. She’d have fared better climbing an iceberg barefoot
and nude, than reigning in the mating lust of her Were.

Great Spirit, he was grateful she gave in when she did.
After besting his cousin in the match, the only thing Cord wanted was to claim
and mark his mate.

“I want inside you bad, Rena,” he confessed.

“I want you there, too.”

He shoved his finger behind hers inside the tight,
opening of her pussy.

She bucked her hips and tossed her head back riding
them both—milking her sex.

Increasing his tempo, finger-fucking her as deep as he
could, he commanded, “Come for me, Rena. Let me feel your pussy quiver in our
hands.”

“Cord…” her voice was rough and low, as she slammed
herself against them, taking what she needed.

Dragging her shirt up and freeing one breast from the
bottom of her bra, he only allowed himself a moment to admire the sienna-brown
skin with its blackberry center. Opening his mouth wide he sucked in as much of
her breast as he could and caressed the erect tip with his tongue. When the
peak was sufficiently raised, he scraped against it with his incisor. Not
enough to break the skin, yet.

Rena exploded. Screaming, she dug her nails deep into
his shoulders and climaxed.

Leaning back, he watched her, seeing the light sheen of
sweat coating her skin and pleasure giving her skin a rosy tint making her
brown skin even lovelier.

The after-spasms coursing through her sex happened
around her hand. “I can’t wait to taste your pussy, sweetheart.”

Lowering her head, she opened her eyes and gazed at
him. “Why wait.” Pulling her hand from her pants she painted his lips with her
cream.

Her bold, beguiling act was almost enough to shove him
over that cliff of sexual insanity. His tongue darted out and he followed her
finger, tasting the savory honey of her sex. Nothing had ever tasted as good as
the flavor of Rena’s pussy. The only thing that could be better was him being
able to drink it from the source.

Capturing her finger, he sucked it. Swirling his tongue
along the lines, curves and creases, he cleaned every drop from her skin.

Moaning, she used her free hand to drag him away from
her sex and licked him from wrist to the tip of his middle finger without
breaking eye contact.

Fucking hot.
He groaned.

When she pressed his finger into her mouth and sucked
him, giving him wild visions of her mouth wrapped around his cock, a wave of
ecstasy made his blood sing.

“Shit,” he growled. Not from pain, but from pleasure as
Rena grazed the pad of his middle finger with the extend point of one of her
teeth.

Shocked, Rena jerked back and eyed the small drop of
blood.

His heart was racing, while in human form the only two
manifestation of their Were gene rose to the surface and both of those things
were for one single purpose—mating. The first was the golden reflection of
their eyes when their mating lust was incited, the other was their incisors
dropped. The latter was to mark one’s mate. As they matured, a Were-bear
learned how to control the extension of his teeth, only releasing them when
they were going to bite.

“It seems I’ve cut you somehow.” Her brows were
puckered in confusion.

Arching an eyebrow at her, he glimpsed the sharp points
of her teeth. Evidently, she was oblivious to them being out. If the moment
hadn’t been so serious, he would have laughed. Instead, he remained still and
silent, wanting to see what she would do. He would heal fast, if she did
nothing, but there was a way to speed that healing process up. But he wouldn’t
tell her. If she didn’t react in the traditional way of mates, he would be
fine.

She studied it for a second. He could almost see the
thoughts playing across her features as she tried to figure out what she should
do.

Bringing it slowly to her mouth, she kissed it.

He held his breath, hearing the pounding of his own
heart like a ceremonial drum beat in his ears.

When her pink tongue slipped from her lips and swirled
around the injury, licking the cut before she drew it back into her mouth, a
firecracker inside his brain exploded.

“Re-naaaa…” he growled low, whispering her name on a
sigh of pleasure.

It was like no lust he’d ever experienced before. The
world around him spun and drowned him into a vortex of colors and sensations to
the point he found it hard to breath or think and every fiber of his being was
centered at one point—Rena.

Pulling his finger out, she looked at it and smiled.
“All better now.”