The Bear's Forbidden Wolf: A Hot Paranormal Fantasy Saga with Witches, Werewolves and Werebears (Weres and Witches of Silver Lake Book 4) (19 page)

A second later, she was in his arms. “You better not be laughing at my cock.”

“Never.”

He marched them into her bedroom and tossed her on the bed. Jackson seemed to be trying hard to play the macho man. What she didn’t expect was for him to sit on the bed and then drag her across his lap.

The spanking he gave her was thankfully light. “You are not to disappear like that again.”

Really? Was he scared? She was about to act all defensive and say he didn’t own her, but if they mated, he would be her partner for life. She rolled over so she could watch his face. “Why?”

“I want to know where you are at all times.”

His protective nature was showing, and she liked it. She sat up and grinned. “Worried about me?”

“Don’t sass me.” He tapped her nose.

Now he was being silly. “Whatcha gonna do? Huff and puff and blow my house down?”

One corner of his lips quirked up. “I’m not a wolf.”

“Oh, that’s right. You’re a big bad bear. Are you going to eat me then?”

Now the full grin appeared. “That I’ll guarantee.” Leaning onto his back, he scooted them onto her unmade bed. “Now, stop stalling,” he commanded.

She was procrastinating. Scared how her body was reacting to him, Ainsley had been delaying the inevitable, but she couldn’t wait any longer. “You mean you’d rather do this?”

Clutching his head, she brought his lips down to hers. This time, he opened his mouth first, and she welcomed him in. Tasting him had her reeling. Blue sparks shot off her with wild abandon, and it was as if he’d plugged her in. Her lower half was vibrating with an intense need, and if she didn’t have his cock soon, she might shift again.

As their tongues delved, plunged, and explored, their teeth sharpened, and she almost cut her tongue on one of her incisors. It was time to change positions. She broke the kiss. “I want more. Would you roll onto your side?”

Jackson had been on top of her, and once he rolled off, she flipped around so that her mouth was directly over his glorious erection. Jackson grabbed her hips, and positioned her opening over his mouth. Before she had the chance to take one lick, he took a hard and fast swipe of her wet slit.

Her bones cracked, and the hair on her head tingled. No, no, no!
Stand down.

Shifting would ruin everything. Her wolf seemed to understand the consequences and thankfully pulled back, but Ainsley was left with a trail of passion that could only be quenched with his cock. She grabbed his hard shaft and marveled at his size and girth, but because she was slight, she feared it wouldn’t fit. Wouldn’t that be horrible?

Normally, she’d have been content just to have his dick in her hands, but when Jackson nibbled on her clit, a jolt of pleasure electrified her. Her eyes rolled upward, and she sucked in a lung-filling breath. His earthy scent stimulated every cell in her body, and her inner walls contracted.

He’s mine!

Lowering her hand, she drew his hard shaft into her mouth—salty, tangy, and totally yummy. When Jackson slipped two fingers into her slickness, she nearly swallowed him whole.

He grunted. “Be careful.”

Ainsley let up on the pressure and gently swirled her tongue around his thickness. He grabbed her ass and squeezed. The faster he flicked his tongue across her opening, the quicker she pumped her fist. Just as his cum tinged her tongue, she found herself on all fours.

“Fuck, condom’s in the other room.”

This was the man she would be with, hopefully, forever. “I’m on the pill.”

She had to be. Ainsley had never had sex without protection, but now things had changed. The first time she made love with Jackson needed to be extra special, and she wanted to ride him bareback.

“Praise every goddess whoever existed.”

Jackson leaned over her back, his cock between her legs. Shudders of lust swept over her as he palmed her tits. She had feared he’d find them too small, but from the way he was stroking her nipples and groaning, that thought hadn’t even entered his mind.

“What are you waiting for?” she whispered more to herself.

“I don’t want this to end.”

She never thought Jackson would be that sentimental. Having him stroke her breasts brought unsurpassed joy, but it was her wolf who wanted more—a wolf, who by the way, was demanding satisfaction right now.

Jackson’s distracting pinches and rubbings ratcheted her desire to the point where she might have to flip him over and ride him.

Dragging his lips across the back of her neck, the tip of his cock found her entrance. Pulse soaring, she gently pressed back, giving him the
go
signal.

“My bear is screaming for me to take you, but I don’t want to hurt you.”

She was so wet she honestly believed she could handle him. “You won’t.”

With his hands on her breasts, he slid into her, but then stopped halfway. Those few inches already had her climax knocking, but they weren’t enough. She lowered her head and dropped down onto her elbows. The change of angle allowed him to slide in farther.

“You feel so fucking good. I don’t know how long I can last,” he panted. “Your scent, your delectable body, and those amazing tits are making my bear want to claw right through me.”

She understood. Her wolf was doing the same thing. “Take me then.”

Ainsley hadn’t meant for her words to come out strangled, but her vision was blurring, and even though they hadn’t turned on the light in her bedroom, the colors had intensified. She had to be hallucinating.

He slid his hands to her hips and plunged in. She inwardly howled. Having skin-to-skin contact was better than she could ever imagine. Her inner walls stretched, and the slight pain ignited her even more. Clutching the sheets to help keep her from climaxing too soon, she pressed her hips back, only to be met with a huge thrust. His cock filled her to the hilt, and she could no longer hold that looming climax back. Blue stars shot out from every part of her body and nearly lit up the room.

Jackson grunted with each push, and her moans grew louder and louder, right up to the point where he drove into her one last time and held still. Gulping in mouthfuls of air, her orgasm swept in just as his hot seed filled her. Her nails grew and her incisors lengthened. The euphoria encasing her was even better than what she’d experienced at the bottom of the lake. Filled with total bliss, she was satisfied beyond her wildest dreams.

Even after her climax, her body continued to explode, and her heart was filled with a sensation she couldn’t even begin to name. Elation perhaps? It certainly couldn’t be love, though someday it might be.

Jackson lowered his cheek onto her back and wrapped his arms around her waist. “That undoubtedly was the hottest sex I’ve ever had,” he said, taking several breaths to say those words.

All she could do was nod. Still inside her, he rolled them to his side and held her tight. Minutes later, he withdrew and jogged into the bathroom. When he returned with a warm wet towel, he cleaned her up. “I bet you want to shower after being in the lake.”

Cleaning up hadn’t even crossed her mind. She’d been too preoccupied with needing to make love with him. “Sounds good. My shower stall is small, but would you like to join me?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

This was going to be some adventure. Her shower was tiny, but it would be fun to rub up against him while she tried to scrub him clean. When they stepped into her bathroom, she realized asking him might have been a mistake. He was just too damned big.

“I hope you fit.”

He tapped a nipple. “I’ll try.” She turned on the water and waited for it to warm. “Go ahead and soap up,” he said. “Then I’ll join you.”

She appreciated his thoughtfulness. Her hair was probably spiked every which way from her dunk in the lake. Believing he’d only wait so long, she dipped her head under the warm stream and lathered her hair. Just as she started to rinse, he stepped in. His back was pressed against the far wall and his chest was almost touching her back. Ainsley laughed. “I think I underestimated the space.” She spun around to face him.

“It’s perfect.”

He snatched the bar of soap from the tray and dragged it across one nipple, sending her urges upward once more. How was that possible? She’d just been satisfied more now than she had in her entire life. “That tickles.”

“So? I need to wash you, remember?”

“You don’t look so clean either.” Two could play at this game. She slipped the bar from his fingers, soaped up her hands, and then grabbed his erect dick. “Definitely need to clean this.”

When she lowered her head, the water hitting her back sprayed him, so Jackson reached around her and shut off the water. “How about we soap each other up and then rinse?”

She’d do anything to get in more touches. Ainsley would have thought that after the mind-blowing sex, her libido and her wolf would be satisfied—but no! It seemed to be worse. Good goddess, she’d never gone a second round before, but tonight she wanted to.

When Jackson snatched the soap from her hands once more and swiped it between her legs, her need exploded. Suggesting they shower together had been a mistake. His large size and presence was messing with her rational thought.

“I need to finish rinsing my hair.” She turned on the shower and leaned her head back.

Another mistake
.

He leaned over, and when he drew a nipple into his mouth, pulses of need stimulated every nerve ending. How was this intense reaction possible? Jackson looked up at her and grinned. His eyes shimmered an amber-gold color, flecked with green, and then his teeth sharpened.

“You clean yet?” He lifted her chin and touched his forehead to hers.

“Yes.” Ainsley had no idea if she was, but his words held a kind of power over her that she had to say yes.

Once more, he turned off the shower and pushed the door open. As soon as they slipped out of the confining space, he snatched a towel and rubbed her body with the soft terrycloth. At times he was rough, and at other times, he slowly dragged the material over her body until she pulsed blue. Her dripping hair made it difficult for him to keep her dry.

She slipped the second towel off the rack and rubbed her hair. “You need to dry off too,” she said as she pulled the towel from her head. Then she twisted him around to face the small sink and mirror.

With his back to her, she took a moment to study his body in detail. And what a fine body it was. She patted his back dry then dropped to her knees. His ass was biteable—so she bit him—lightly of course.

“Hey,” he complained. She laughed at his attempt to sound hurt.

Just as she was about to dry his calves, he turned around. “Well, well. Somebody’s excited,” she said, glancing up at him and grinning.

“It’s all your fault.”

A second later, she was over his shoulder, being carried back to the bedroom. Blue sparks shot off her body in every direction. If she’d known this was what it was going to be like to find her mate, she might have searched for him sooner.

‡

T
he night after
the most amazing sex he’d ever experienced, Jackson pulled into Rye’s driveway. He hadn’t expected to see so many cars. In truth, he wasn’t sure what the get together was even about, other than to let Elana host a celebration for Ainsley at her house, which required Kalan to relocate.

His future mate had implied that other than Blair, she didn’t have many friends, so Jackson was thrilled that the women wanted to welcome her into the Clan.

The whole concept of having a mate still scared him, yet at the same time, it was a balm to his wandering spirit; strange, but true. Ainsley was funny, smart, talented, and beyond tempting.

A few questions remained about this whole mating process, and he hoped Kip, who was also a Wendayan, could answer them. Then again, all that blue stuff might be a Changeling thing. Even Ainsley didn’t seem to know much about it.

Jackson slipped from his truck, rapped once on Rye’s door then opened it. Laughter sounded as he entered.

Rye looked up and raised his beer bottle. “Here’s the guest of honor.” He motioned to the cooler next to the coffee table. “Help yourself.”

Because of tomorrow’s flight to Scotland, Jackson needed to limit his intake. Once he grabbed a drink and opened it, he dropped down onto the lounger next to Kalan and Connor. Rye and Kip sat across from him.

“So?” Connor asked, waving his bottle.

Jackson wasn’t sure what he was asking. “So what?”

Connor chugged half of his beer. “How was it?”

It?
They’d seen him drive Ainsley home after the cleansing, and knowing shifters, Jackson assumed they were asking if he’d consummated their relationship. Did they really think he would talk about it? “It was fine.”

Rye laughed. “Fine? If that’s the case, then Ainsley is not your fated mate.”

Jackson could see where this was headed. “All right. I give. It was amazing, but kind of scary at the same time.”

He swore every one of them leaned forward, their eyes bright. “Did you mate with her?” Kalan asked.

Geez, what were they? A bunch of high school girls? He had to chuckle to himself; the guys were a nosey bunch. Even if he lied, the physical manifestation of their markings would have combined if they’d mated, and these four just might insist on checking out the marking on his shoulder. Then they’d know he wasn’t telling the truth. “Not yet.”