The Bear's Reluctant Wolf (13 page)

Reaching behind her Candace was about to
unhook her bra when his deep voice stopped her. “No, keep the bra and panties.”
She dropped her hands to her side and curled her fingers into her palms. Staring
at him, smelling his clear desire for her, and seeing the evidence of that
lust, had Candace’s self-conscious feelings slowly dissolving. She didn’t care
that her belly was a bit too rounded, or that her thighs were too thick for her
comfort. She also didn’t care that her ass was big, or that she had a hard time
finding clothes that fit around her chest. Trace looked at her like he was a
starving male and she was the most mouthwatering meal he had ever seen. A look
over her shoulder showed the small stage and gleaming silver pole. Should she
be jealous that he had strippers in the backroom of his bar? Nothing but
arousal filled her, and when she turned and presented her back to him, heard
the low, animalistic rumble that left him, she had to force herself to take the
few steps it required to go onto the stage. Candace knew nothing about pole
dancing, but had seen enough of it in movies, and even when Melissa had dragged
her onetime to a club that had naked girls shaking their shit. It couldn’t be
that hard, right?

****

As soon as Candace turned her back on
him Trace adjusted his cock, grabbed his shot glass, and downed the shit like
it was water. The liquor burned his mouth and throat, but it tasted so fucking
good. He was hard as hell, and the moisture that started to bead at the tip of
his dick was becoming a nuisance. Candace was perfect in every way. She may
have put up a little fight when he went after her, but there was no hiding that
she wanted him, not when he smelled her wet pussy, or saw the way her nipples
hardened when she saw his cock jutted against his jeans. She had tasted so
fucking good when he had her bent over his table, and he probably would have
taken her back to his room and fucked the shit out of her, but then Liam had
shown up. Yeah, he wasn’t supposed to be home until later, but Trace was kind
of glad his son had come when he did. It gave Trace an excuse to leave the
house and bring her back here. No doubt Liam would be bringing home a female
later in the night, and if things went as planned, Trace would be claiming his
mate. He didn’t know what the fuck he was doing, asking her to go with him to
his bar after he called Maverick and told him to close the place down. Maverick
hadn’t questioned him, just told Trace he’d get that shit done. He had given
the shifter a couple of hours to make it happen, and after they had finished dinner
he had come to the bar, pleased that he now had his reluctant little wolf in
his domain.

He had instantly grown hard when she
told him to fuck off when he first approached her at his bar last week. No one
talked to him like that. They were scared of him, of what he could do with his
hands alone. But this short, curvy little wolf had dared to defy him, and that
was an aphrodisiac unlike any he had ever experienced, but then again he had
never had a mate, or felt this indescribable pull. It was crazy shit that she
had walked into his bar that night, and that they had never run into each other
before while living in Sweet Water, but fate was a crazy, sadistic bitch.

She made her way toward the stage, and
he couldn’t hold in his growl. Her body was made for him, made for him to fuck
her good and hard. She wasn’t thin, and he loved that. Her curves, the
roundness of her body, and the fact he knew she’d be able to handle his rough
type of fucking made her the perfect match for him. He wouldn’t need to worry
about holding back, about being gentle, because her body was made for a male to
fuck her good and hard. Her ass, so big, juicy, and round, was perfect in every
way. Her hips swayed with every step she took, and when she climbed those three
stairs to get onto the stage, the cheeks of her bottom did a little jiggle. It
was hot as fuck, and he was holding on by a thread. All Trace wanted to do was
go to her and fuck her nice and hard, but shit, he needed to at least try to go
slow until she was fully on board with what he wanted. And what he wanted was
her in every possible way.

Fortunately, he had been smart enough to
grab the remote for the stereo on his way into the backroom, because no way in
hell could he walk comfortably now. He turned on the music, and “Love is
Blindness” by Jack Black started playing. When he decided to buy this building
and remodel it, he’d had the kinky idea to add a stripper pole. Although most
of his patrons were adults, during the day they did serve families, and he
didn’t want a stripper pole being shoved in their faces. So, this room, which would
hold about twenty people, was nice for those obscure bachelor parties, or when
someone just wanted some tits and ass.

The scent of her nervousness came at him
like a slap in the face, but he wasn’t about to lie and say it didn’t turn him
on. The women he was normally with had done shit like this a thousand times
over. They were confident and sure of their actions, and although some might
find that attractive, it wasn’t all that great. Trace liked his little wolf’s
anxiousness and the fact she kept glancing at him under the veil of her lashes.
Her strawberry blonde hair fell in long waves down to her waist, and all he
could keep thinking about was gripping the strands and tugging hard enough that
her throat was bared.

When she gripped the pole with one small
hand and slid it up and down innocently, he didn’t stop himself from gripping
his cock through his jeans. The very vivid image of her doing that to his dick
until he came slammed into his head over and over again. He had only turned on
enough lighting to illuminate the stage, and now that she was up there she’d
only be able to see his outline, and not the fact he was being a fucking pervert
and stroking
himself
while he watched her.

“I don’t know what I’m doing.” Her voice
was soft, hesitant, and he smiled like a damn predator.

“Just move against the pole, close your
eyes and act like you’re fucking it, Candace. Show me how you’d move if you
were fucking
me
.” Maybe he was
talking too harshly. All of that faded away when she closed her eyes, wrapped
her other hand on the pole, and started slowly swaying. It certainly wasn’t the
raunchy pole fucking he was used to, but it was hot nonetheless because it was
Candace up there doing it for him. Her movements were more of a seductive
tease. He trained his eyes on her ass, loved the way it bounced as she cocked
her hips from side to side. She turned, pressing closer to the pole so that the
metal slid right between her huge breasts.

Holy.
Fucking.
Shit.

Trace noticed the exact moment when she
lost herself to the music, when she let herself be free, and it was so damn
beautiful he leaned forward and rested his forearms on his thighs, trying to
get closer. A part of him wanted to tell her what to do, which moves to make,
but he much preferred her inexperienced seduction over flat-out temptation. She
moved lower on the pole, popping her ass out so erotically he wanted run his
teeth over the mounds again. He saw the slight swell of her pussy and the damp
spot her arousal made on them. Fuck, he wanted to be inside of her, but instead
he became even more of a creep and pulled his cock out. Stroking himself from
root to tip, Trace settled back in his seat, spread his legs a little bit to
get comfortable, and became mesmerized by the sight of her. For someone who claimed
she had never danced like this, she was doing one hell of a job.

 
He was on edge, waiting to see what she would
do next, and needed to see more of her flesh. His throat was tight, his mouth
dry. “Pull your panties down a bit, and bend over. I want to see the slit of
your pussy, baby.” Without stopping her swaying hips, she reached around with
both hands, slipped her fingers under the lacy edges, and pulled low enough
that he saw a flash of her swelled pussy lips beneath her ass. He worked his
palm over his dick harder. He wanted to run his nose between her cheeks, lap at
that tight little hole of hers, and shove his fingers into her cunt again. The
music switched to something with a faster beat, and Candace kept right on
dancing. She moved her hands up and down the pole, and because Trace was a
dirty fucking bastard for the things he thought about her. A low growl left him,
and he knew she heard it by the way her moves faltered slightly.

Trace couldn’t wait any longer, and when
he pushed himself out of his chair and stalked toward her, he let out another
growl. His bear wanted her, wanted to devour her ass and pussy, and mark her so
that every other fucking male would keep their distance, because if they didn’t
they’d have him to deal with him as a repercussion. His cock was harder than he
ever remembered, and the images of pushing her thong aside and shoving his cock
inside of her played through his mind like a damn reel on repeat.

“Candace.” Her name was nothing more
than a low bark from him, deep and commanding. The alpha in him tensed when she
slowly turned, obeying him instantly. “I want to fuck you, baby. I
need
to fuck you.” He was riveted to her
chest. “Take off the fucking bra, baby. Let me see those big-ass tits.”

Those huge globes bounced from her
breathing. He scented how primed her body was for him, and ready to take his
mouth and cock. He wanted to push her to do his bidding, but he didn’t want to
scare her away. He supposed the alpha in him just expected her to give him
everything and anything he wanted, like most of the females he fucked did. He
was quickly realizing Candace was so very different from what he was used to,
and that made him want her even more. He could blame how he felt on the fact
she was his mate, and chemistry and fate were a ruling force inside of him, but
even without that he would have wanted her with a ferocity that startled even
him. She wanted to play hard to get, to make him wait for that sweet cunt, and
strangely he wanted that, too.

“Yeah, okay.” She licked her lips nice
and slow.

The surprise that came from her was like
a fresh thunderstorm, and the scent had his dick jerking in his pants. Fortunately,
he had been smart enough to put the damn thing back in his pants before he
moved closer to her. The fact that he could see her panties were growing wetter
by the second proved that point. “I just want a taste. Give your mate that.”
Her throat worked as she swallowed, and without him even having to tell her
Candace was pushing her panties down her thighs.

There she stood, in nothing by her
little heels, her breasts shaking, her legs slightly spread, and her sweet
pussy on clear display. The trimmed thatch of strawberry blonde hair that
covered her cunt, hiding her pussy from his view, turned him the fuck on. He
was used to seeing no pubic hair, because the females he had been with kept
everything bared, but here was his mate, natural and delectable in every sense,
and all other females seemed like bad, drunken nightmares.

Candace moved closer, so close that he
got an unobstructed scent of her pussy. She smelled sweet and musky, and his
mouth water and his canines lengthened. “
Lie
back,
baby. Let me see between your legs.” God, she didn’t even question him, and
that had male satisfaction filling him
..
Maybe it was
her need to do what her mate said, to allow the emotions and the chemistry that
sparked between them to take control? He wasn’t going to fucking rationalize
it, not when she was now on her back before him. Her swollen, pink, and wet
pussy lips were parted, and her clit was protruding out in such a way that he
wanted to suck it into his mouth until she came all over his face. God, this
was going to be so damn good.

****

Oh
God
. Trace’s breath was hot, and Candace
could feel the hard pants brush along her pussy. She had to be stupid or
insane, or hell, both, to be doing this. She had known the guy
what,
a week, and already she had her legs spread open for
him on a stripper stage because he told her to? Ugh, she had never considered
herself a weak female.
Introverted yes, but weak no.
Yet she had gone out with him after she told herself Trace Dakota was not the
male for her. And then she had danced for him, as well as she could, but
clearly he had liked it. She hadn’t missed his raging hard-on as he stood in
front of her, looking up at her like he had some kind of claim on her body.
Maybe he did, because she sure as hell felt like she had no control over what
was going on.

When he placed his hands on her inner
thighs, curled his fingers into her flesh, and leaned in so close she felt the
lightest brush of his mouth against her pussy lips, everything inside of her
stilled. For long seconds all he did was breathe against her, and when she
lifted her head enough to look down at him, she was struck by the intensity of
his stare. He looked like a man possessed, like he was about to do some very,
very good damage, and she was going to have a front row seat of the delicious
destruction.

“You smell so fucking good.” He lowered
his eyes to between her legs and said, “You’re so fucking wet and swollen, and
it is all because you want me, baby. Isn’t that right?” Before she could answer
he was talking again. “Yeah, you fucking know who your mate is, and who can
take care of what you need.” He spoke to himself, but the words were so heated
a small whimper came from her. He smirked but didn’t take his eyes off her
pussy. The next sequence of events happened so quickly all she could do was
rest her head on the floor and curl her hands into fists.
 
Trace gripped her hips and jerked her down the
stage and closer to his mouth. The movement had her skin sliding along the
floor, had pain racing up her back, but that faded away when he pulled her
labia apart with his thumbs and placed his entire mouth on her. He used his
tongue to lick every inch of her, used his teeth to tease the ultrasensitive
flesh. He was an animal as he devoured her, attacked every part of her, and
tortured her with his fingers. First he pushed one digit into her, then a
second, and before she knew it he had three thick fingers wedged inside of her,
and his mouth on her clit, sucking at her wildly.