The Bear's Reluctant Wolf (12 page)

At the first touch of his tongue to the
center of her back she moaned out loud, and he chuckled darkly. He was enjoying
going slow, torturing her, and having her wanting things she never even
imagined until she was in Trace’s presence. The next thing she knew he was
kneeling behind her, his hot breath moving along the crease of her bottom.

“Fuck, baby, your ass was made for my
mouth, my hands, and my fucking cock.”

“Oh, God.”

“No, baby, not God,” he licked one cheek,
and then the other, and said, “Just me.” He curled his finger around the thin
elastic that was pressed into her ass, and pulled it up and to the side.

“Trace—”

“
Shh
, baby.”
His mouth was so close to her bottom, but it wasn’t until he pulled the cheeks
apart that she knew what he was going to do, and it wasn’t something she had
ever thought she would want. But heaven help her she wanted this. “This is
okay, Candace, right?” He was already licking a path along each cheek, over and
over again until her skin felt abraded and she was thrusting her ass against
him, more firmly into his face. “
Christ
,
I hope this is okay, because I really fucking want you.”

“Just do it, Trace. Just do it already.”
She said the last in one quick sentence, and the air left her in a gush when he
dragged his tongue right between the crack of her ass and around her anus. No
male had ever touched her back there, but she would be lying if she didn’t
admit, if only to
herself
, that she had secretly
thought about being kissed, touched, even
fucked
back there.

His licking, nipping, even sucking at
the puckered flesh had her moaning, pushing back, and seeking more. He placed a
big hand on the center of her back, and pushed her forward until her chest was
flat against the smooth, flat surface.

“So good, Candace.
Christ
, so fucking
good
.”
The way he curled his fingers into her flesh, pulled her more firmly into his
face, and devoured her like he was starving, had gush after gush of moisture
leaving her pussy. “
Mmm
, Candace, I can smell how wet
you are for me, taste it and feel it coat my fucking face.” His words were
muffled against her flesh, and when she didn’t respond he pulled back and speared
a finger through her pussy, and pushed the digit into her body. A gasp left her
when he pumped that finger in and out of her in slow, measured strokes. He
withdrew, but wasn’t nearly done, not when he took that now soaked finger,
pressed it to her anus, and slowly pushed it into her bottom. He fucked her
ass, and used his other hand to cup her between the thighs. At the first touch
of his thumb teasing her clit she tensed and felt the familiar stirrings of an
orgasm approach. Trace was methodical and precise as he worked her at both
ends, and soon she was fucking herself on his hand, and coming so hard lights
flashed behind her eyes and a strangled moan left her. Trace was never-ending
in his onslaught to drag out her pleasure, and she was too weak and far too
gone to make him stop, even when she heard the front door open.

The
front door just opened.

She snapped her eyes open and pushed
herself off the table, but fortunately Trace had already moved away and pulled
her dress down. She spun, saw the very satisfied male smirk on his face, and
then sensed someone else enter the room.

The male who entered was just as tall
and muscular as Trace, and was the spitting image of him. There was no doubt in
her mind, from looks alone, that this polar bear shifter was Trace’s
twenty-three year old son Liam. It cemented the fact that they were related
when she breathed in and caught a whiff of the same potent, yet masculine scent
that surrounded him. Her cheeks heated, and she knew she had to be as red as a
tomato, but it also didn’t help when Liam grinned at her. It wasn’t a smile
that was pleasant and gentle, but one that told her he knew exactly what they
had been doing. Hell, the kitchen smelled like they had been getting it on.

He gave her
a
once-over,
but when Trace let out a low rumble of warning Liam looked over at his father.
“No offense, old man. I didn’t mean to interrupt, but you did ask me to be here
so I could meet your mate.” He slowly moved his eyes back over to her. “Liam
Dakota.” He tilted his chin, and she actually just noticed how filthy he was.
Covered from head to toe in grease and smelling faintly of gasoline, there were
no doubts he had come from a garage. “Pretty, huh.” He didn’t phrase it as a
question, but he also wasn’t being an asshole.
“Just got off
work, so this is kind of the norm.”
He gestured to his appearance.

“I expected you to be here after nine.”
Trace spoke low, with a hint of disapproval in his tone.

Liam held up his hands. “I tried to
call, but clearly you were otherwise occupied and didn’t get the text or
voicemail that I was heading in now.” Trace grunted. “Listen, I can’t stay anyway.
I just came to meet Candace.” He slid his gaze over to her and lifted his brow
in question. She nodded that, yes, that was her name, and he smiled genuinely
this time. “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Candace, and I’m sorry for breaking up
the party.” He gave her a wink, and she noticed Trace took a warning step
forward. Liam held up his hands and took one step back, amusement all over his
face. “I just came to clean up. I’ll see you around, Candace. Oh, by the way, I
thought I’d give you a heads’ up that Karla is back in town.” Trace didn’t say
anything, and she glanced over at him. “Ah, I see she already made herself
known to you.” He didn’t wait around to hear Trace’s response, just turned and
left. Trace shook his head and had a furrowed brow.

“Cute kid.
Or I guess he’s not a kid at all given his age and size.” She laughed, trying
to ease the pissed off look on Trace’s face. “No doubt he’s yours.” He looked
at her then, sighed heavily, and ran his hand over the back of his neck.

“Yeah, he’s a handful, even at
twenty-three. Takes after me in that sense, I suppose.” He moved closer to her,
wrapped an arm around her waist, and pulled her in so she was pressed against his
body. “How about we finish dinner, and maybe I can take you back to the bar,
show you a special room I have in the back?” Now it was her turn to lift a
brow.

“You want to take me to your bar and
show me this special secret room?” The corner of his mouth lifted, but he
didn’t answer. “Hmm, what do you have, a stripper pole in the back or something?”
She was teasing, but when he smirked she shook her head. “Are you seriously
asking me, the female you are taking out for the second time, to go back to
your bar and do a striptease for you?” She went to back away, but he pulled her
closer and kissed the side of her neck.

“May I remind you that I just had my
face all over your ass, and my finger shoved in your pussy a few minutes ago?”
A shiver worked up her spine. “Besides, I’m not just asking any female. I’m
asking my mate to come back with me. Besides, I know you want this just as much
as I do.” Pressing his still hard cock into her belly had the air leaving her
lungs in a rush. “I can sense the rising tide inside of you, and the way your
wolf wants to rub up against me every time I’m near. You’re fighting it,
fighting me, and all I’m asking is that you give me this and trust that I’ll
take care of you.” He kissed her throat, and she couldn’t stop the little
tingle that started at her toes and rose to her head. “Just one little dance,
and if you want to do more, then I’ll give you fucking more.”

“And if I don’t want more?”

He didn’t stop kissing her neck. “You
don’t have to give me anything you don’t want to. I’ll wait until you are
ready, Candace, and even if that never happens I’ll still be here.” How could
he ask her to do something so illicit, yet make it sound so sweet at the same
time?” Listen, let’s just eat, and you think about it. Just know I have the
taste of your flesh ingrained in my system, and picturing you up on that
private stage, dancing only for me—your mate—would be the best way to end an
already perfect night.”

Her chest was rising fast and hard at an
alarming rate. His words were like an aphrodisiac, and even though she hadn’t
said yes, she would do what he wanted, because that’s what
she
wanted. “Okay.” That one word was low, but he heard her, and
gave an answering groan. Well, this should end interestingly. Candace just
didn’t know if that would be in a good or bad way.

Chapter Nine

Despite it only being nearly ten, Dakota
Dark’s was closed to the public. Apparently all it took was one phone call from
Trace to make that happen, but then again she supposed being the owner had its
perks. He led them over to the bar when they entered, and poured her a glass of
wine and him a double shot. Candace downed the whole thing before he even
rounded the bar, and when she handed him the empty glass and asked for another,
all he did was chuckle, shake his head, and go back around the bar to do
exactly what she asked.

With a freshly filled glass in her hand,
and Trace taking her free one, they walked down a dimly lit hallway and stopped
at the last door on the right. He glanced down at her over his shoulder, and
pushed the door open while still staring at her. When he pulled her inside,
shut the door and locked it, all she could hear was her pulse pounding in her
ears. A stage was erected in the center of the small room, with a gleaming
silver pole right in the middle of that. A few tables, a leather couch, and
even a personal bar was scattered around, but it was that damn pole that called
her name in a low taunting voice. Candace had never done anything like this
before, and scared and embarrassed didn’t even begin to describe what she was
feeling.

“Get on that fucking stage and strip for
me, Candace.” His voice was so deep, so rough, that a shiver worked its way up
her spine. She should be furious at the fact he was barking orders at her.
Hell, all through dinner his domineering attitude had not only got on her damn
nerves, but had turned her on until her panties were so soaked she had to shift
on her seat to try to alleviate the uncomfortable sensation. She also couldn’t
forget what he had done to her ass, and how he had marked her with his tongue. That
was all made worse when she saw that cocky-ass smirk he gave her, because he
knew what she had been thinking about.

So the question was why did she agree to
come back to his bar in the middle of the night?

Because
you actually like his dominating attitude.
It makes you
feel all girly and warm, and maybe because you’re a bit of a masochist. Let’s
not forget that you have been hard up for him since you first saw him, and want
this just as much as he does.

“There isn’t anything to think about,
Candace. You accepted my invitation to dinner, and agreed to come back here
with me.” The bastard smirked again, which caused another gush of wetness to
slip from her. Never had a male made her feel this way. After she had broken it
off with Chad after being with him for so many years, she didn’t think she would
ever just jump back into a relationship, especially so soon. There was just
this magnetism to him, one that screamed of masculinity, power, and an attitude
that roared “don’t fuck with me”.

The dress she wore was simple enough to
remove, but her apprehension over the fact this male, this huge polar bear
shifter would see her naked, which also meant he’d see her flaws, had a light
sheen of sweat starting to form on her body. Why in the hell was she over-thinking
this now? He had licked her ass, for God’s sake, seen the part of her body that
she hated most of all. But he had touched her like it was the most delectable
thing on the planet.

You
can do this, and in fact, a part of you wants to see if you can.

“I like that you’re so nervous, and that
you’re starting to sweat.” He grabbed one of the chairs that were upside down
on the tables and sat his huge frame in the tiny thing. He relaxed against
it,
his big legs encased in worn denim, stretched out before
him and slightly parted. He rested one muscular arm on the table beside him,
and the other on his thigh. “Go on, baby, take off that dress and show me
what’s mine.”

Mine.
Damn
him
for making her want him so bad. There he was,
watching her with his calm, stoic expression, waiting for her to do what he
said without question. The thing was Candace wanted to do what he said, wanted
to have him take control and lead the way.

Grabbing the left strap of her dress she
slowly slid it down, and then she did the same to the right strap. The swells
of her breasts rose frantically over the seam as she breathed hard. Reaching
behind her she gripped the little zipper and pulled it down. The only thing
keeping her dress up now was the inside of her arms pressed tightly to her
sides. Trace didn’t say anything else, just continued to stare at her. Taking
hold of her courage, she knew that this was the most daring thing she had ever
done, and it was exhilarating. Without thinking any longer, Candace let the
dress slip from her body. It fell in a pool of material at her feet, and she
stepped out of it. The undergarments she wore were newer, and had been sitting
in the back of her drawer for Lord only knew how long. She had bought them
because they were white lace, sexy and innocent. It wasn’t like she really had
anyone to wear them for, not since Chad was more of a “take your clothes off so
we can do this” kind of guy. The bra was strapless, and the cups lightly lined
so that she had some killer cleavage going on. Her thong was just a scrap of
fabric that covered her pussy in a tiny triangle of material, and a string that
was indecently pressed right between the cheeks of her ass. Because Trace sat
there so still, so quietly, she couldn’t gauge his reaction. He had turned off
some lights, and switched different ones on until only the stage was
illuminated. He was shrouded in shadows, and what she could see very clearly
was the monstrous bulge that pressed against his jeans. Was he even wearing
underwear? The way the long, thick length
lay
across
his thigh, as if he had nothing to keep it contained, led her to believe he was
going commando.