Rosalie Undone (Book Six)

by Elizabeth Kelly

  He waited patiently, stroking her hip and kneading her thigh as she clutched at his arm and stared at where they were connected.

  “Okay?” He kissed the top of her shoulder.

  “Full,” she moaned.

  “I know.” He rubbed her hip. “You’re such a good girl to take all of my cock.”

  “Please,” she whispered, “I need…. please.”

  “What do you need?” He kissed her shoulder again.

  “I need you to touch me, fuck me,” she pleaded. She wiggled against him and his harsh groan brought goosebumps to her skin. “Please, Hudson.”

  His hand tightened under her knee and he pulled her left leg a little further back. He smiled at her in the mirror and began a slow and rhythmic pattern of thrusting. She couldn’t look away from the mirror. Couldn’t stop watching his dick sliding in and out of her hot core. He was making low groans into her ear with every thrust, and his big hand moved from her waist to cup her breast as he moved a little harder and faster. She rocked against him, still watching in utter fascination as her pussy took every inch of his cock.

  He was shiny and slick with her wetness, but she wasn’t embarrassed by the wet sucking sounds her pussy made with each of his thrusts. Hudson liked how wet she got, liked the way her pussy took his cock like it was meant for her.

  She cried out, both hands digging into his meaty forearm when he dropped his hand to her pussy and rubbed her clit. She arched into his touch as he fucked her, letting her head fall back on his broad shoulder and staring wide-eyed at his rough fingers rubbing her swollen clit.

  He was moving faster now, taking her with hard, quick strokes that made her curvy body shudder all over.

  “Oh God,” she moaned, “oh, that feels so good.”

  Hudson growled into her ear before nipping her earlobe. Her cries of excitement grew progressively louder as he rubbed and stroked her clit with a roughness that was rapidly bringing her to the edge.

  He growled again, louder and more urgent, and when he brushed his lips against her cheek, she could feel the growth of his beard. It sent fresh excitement through her. The beard was a sign that he was losing control and, right or wrong, she loved that her body made him lose control.

  “Do you know how beautiful you look right now, little Rosie?” His hot breath washed over her, and she stared at his face in the mirror. He smiled, revealing his straight white teeth and – her pussy tightened around him – his fangs.

  He groaned when she squeezed around him and gave her a hard pump of his cock. He tugged on her clit. “Your sweet pussy is so pretty when it’s full of my cock. Don’t you think?”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “Very pretty. And wet and hot and so fucking tight…” Hudson’s voice was growing lower and another shudder of desire went through her.

  “Come for me, little Rosie. I want to see how pretty you look when you’re coming on my cock.”

  He circled her clit and then rubbed it with hard strokes. She moaned, her body arching again. He lowered his mouth to the base of her neck and the sudden sharp pain combined with the pleasure of his touch against her clit, sent her orgasm roaring through her. She screamed his name, her nails digging into his skin as she shook and shuddered against him. He held her tightly, keeping her upright as he fucked her through her orgasm.

  His growl of pleasure became a low roar as he thrust hard and then came deep inside of her. He held her close, pumping in and out of her as she shuddered her way through the last of her orgasm.

  He was trembling behind her and he pressed a kiss against her shoulder before pulling out of her. He released her leg and she immediately kicked off her heels. Her legs were shaking so hard, she was certain she’d fall over if she kept wearing her shoes. She could feel some of his come starting to drip out of her, but before she could be embarrassed, he’d picked her up and carried her to her bed. It was a queen-sized bed, and much too small for Hudson. He tucked her under the covers and climbed in beside her, bending his legs so they didn’t hang off the end of the bed. He held her against his big body, her sensitive nipples rubbing against the rough hair on his chest made her shiver. When she tried to squirm free, he shook his head and cupped her ass in a tight grip.

  “No, Rosie. Stay right here.”

  “I should go and clean up,” she protested. “I have your, uh…”

  “My what?”

  She could feel her cheeks turning bright red. “Your, uh, come is, um…”

  He gave her a wicked grin. “Is your sweet little pussy full of my come, Rosie?”

  She poked him in the side. “Don’t be crude.”

  He nuzzled her cheek. “I like knowing my come is inside of you.”

  “Technically it’s starting to drip down my thigh which is why I need to clean up.”

  He laughed so hard the bed shook. She couldn’t help but giggle – God, she loved his laugh – and he kissed the tip of her nose. “Now who’s being crude?”

  “I really should go and clean up,” she said before yawning.

  “Later.” He bent his head and licked her throat.

  It was actually rather nice to be tucked against Hudson’s warm body. She was tired from her orgasm, and the way he was licking the base of her throat was almost soothing. It was stinging for some reason, and his tongue eased the pain.

  “Why are you licking me?” She asked sleepily.

  He stopped and pressed her head against his chest. “Go to sleep now, sweet Rosie.”

  “Yeah, okay. Night, Hudson.”

  “Night, Rosie.”

  * * *

  Rosalie sighed and snuggled closer to the heat radiating from her right. She rubbed her face against the thick fur, smiling a little as she slowly woke. She couldn’t quite remember when she had decided to buy a fur blanket for the bed, but man, it was the right decision. It was toasty warm and oh so soft. The blanket made a low snoring noise and her eyes flew open. She stared blankly at the white fur two inches from her face.

  “What the hell?” She whispered.

  She tried to scoot back on the bed, squeaking out an expletive and grabbing the thick fur in front of her when she nearly fell off the bed. Normally she slept in the middle of the bed, but this time she was lying on the very edge.

  Not surprising, considering the rest of her bed was taken up by a twelve-hundred-pound polar bear.

  She probably should have been terrified, but instead she could hardly hold in the giggles. She had a polar bear sleeping in her bed. A polar bear.

  Hudson snored again, and she carefully propped herself up on one elbow. Half of the bear’s big body was nearly on the floor, with one front paw and one back paw actually resting on the floor. She had no idea how he hadn’t just rolled right off the bed.

  She touched his fur again, smiling a little at how soft it was. The heat radiating from him was incredible, she was starting to sweat a little, and she ran her hand down his thick side before studying the large paw that was resting on the pillow beside his head. The claws at the end were thick and razor sharp, and a trickle of unease ran down her spine.

  She knew Hudson would never hurt her on purpose, but if he woke up and was disoriented… she could end up dead.

  Yep. Time to get out of the bed, Rosie.

  Very good idea. Before she could slide out of the bed, the polar bear’s eyes blinked open. He stared at her and she could see the confusion in them.

  “Hudson, it’s me. It’s Rosalie,” she said quickly. “You’re in my bed.”

  He lifted his head, moved his big body just a little and that was all it took. Her bedframe snapped like a chicken bone and the mattress dropped to the floor. The headboard and footboard hit the floor with a loud bang and the headboard landed on top of Hudson.

  He pushed it off with an angry roar and it toppled to the floor with a splintering crash. Rosalie shrieked as she fell against the giant polar bear. Hudson growled, and Rosalie tried to scramble away before he accidentally took her head off with one swipe of
his paw.

  Warm, thick fur turned to hard, hot flesh and Hudson’s arms wrapped around her squirming body. “Rosie, stop. It’s me. It’s okay.”

  She slumped against him, resting her cheek on his chest.

  “Are you okay?” He sat up before sitting her up. He cupped her face, staring anxiously at her.

  “My bed broke,” she said stupidly.

  “Rosie, are you all right? Did I hurt you?”

  She shook her head. “You didn’t hurt me. Are you okay? The headboard landed on you.”

  “I’m fine.” He brushed her hair back from her face. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

  “Yes.” Feeling a little self-conscious about her nudity, she climbed off the bed and skirted around the broken pieces of bed frame that littered the floor. She grabbed her robe, putting it on quickly as Hudson stood and yanked his jeans on.

  They studied the broken bed and he gave her a look that was ripe with embarrassment. “I’m so sorry.”

  “It’s fine.” She hated the look of shame on his face. “Really, it’s no big deal, Hudson. It was, uh, an older bed.”

  A complete lie – she had just bought the bed this year – but there was no way in hell she was telling him that.

  “I don’t know what happened,” he said. “I don’t…”

  “You shifted into your polar bear while we were sleeping,” she replied.

  He stared blankly at her for a moment. “I don’t, I mean – that’s not something that normally happens. I’m sorry for scaring you.”

  “You didn’t scare me,” she said. “I was just worried that you might be a little disoriented when you woke up and think I was, I dunno, a seal or something.”

  She grinned at him, but his solemn look of shame didn’t change. He ran his hand through his hair. “I can’t believe I did that. I’ll buy you a new bed.”

  She shook her head. “You don’t have to do that.”

  “Of course I do.” He gave her an agitated look. “I’m buying you a new bed, Rosalie.”

  “Hudson, please don’t feel bad, okay? It was an accident.”

  “Yeah,” he muttered before grabbing his shirt. “Listen, I have to, uh, go, but leave this mess. I’ll come back later and clean it up.”

  “Hudson, I -”

  “Just leave it, Rosalie,” he snapped.

  “Okay, fine,” she snapped back.

  He scowled at her. “Bye.”

  “Bye.”

  He hesitated and then stomped out of the bedroom. She sighed and stared at her broken bed before grabbing her phone off the nightstand. Her eyes widened. Holy crap, it was almost noon and there were about a dozen progressively more worried sounding texts from Maggie.

  Before she could text her, her phone vibrated in her hand. She hit the answer button. “Hi, Maggie. No, no I’m fine. I’m sorry, I had my phone on silent. No, I didn’t go to another bar last night… I didn’t sleep with a random shifter last night, but I did, uh, have sex with Hudson. Listen, are you free for lunch or coffee or something?”

  She nodded and poked at the broken bedframe with her foot. “Yes, that would be great. Are you sure? Okay, I’ll be there in about half an hour. Thanks, Maggie.”

  * * *

  “Wait, so he actually,” Maggie glanced around the coffee shop and lowered her voice, “broke your bed?”

  Rosalie sipped at her coffee. “Yes. He’s nearly twelve hundred pounds in his polar bear form.”

  “Holy crap.” Maggie sat back in her chair. “Were you scared?”

  “Not really. A little nervous that he would be disoriented when he woke, but he wasn’t. He shifted almost immediately to his human form.” Rosalie sighed. “He felt so bad, Maggie…it made me feel bad. He was embarrassed, and he insisted that he was buying me a new bed. I couldn’t talk him out of it.”

  “Well, he did break your old one,” Maggie said with a grin. “So, how was it?”

  “The bed breaking? Loud and unexpected.”

  Maggie laughed. “The sex, you dork. How was the sex with Hudson?”

  “Incredible. I think Hudson might have some serious skills in the bedroom.”

  “Nice,” Maggie said. “What kind of kinky stuff did he show you?”

  Rosalie blushed, and Maggie gave her a look of chagrin. “I’m sorry. That’s really personal. Forget I asked.”

  “No, it’s okay. I actually am really glad to have a friend to talk to about this,” Rosalie said. “I’m gonna share details, but if it’s too much, let me know, okay?”

  “I will,” Maggie said with a small grin. “And if I start sounding too weirdly interested, you let me know.”

  “Deal.” Rosalie laughed. “We didn’t actually have kinky sex the first time. Hudson said it would be best to have vanilla sex first, so that’s what we did.”

  “Good idea,” Maggie said. “Just jumping straight into the kink would probably be super awkward. So, the vanilla sex was incredible, huh?”

  “Yes. I mean, I’ve only slept with one other guy besides Hudson, but the sex wasn’t… well, it wasn’t awful, but it wasn’t anything like sex with Hudson. He’s really good at, uh, making me come. Like, really good.”

  “Well, that’s important,” Maggie said.

  “It wasn’t just that though,” Rosalie said. “Before last night, I always thought that I liked sex, you know? I mean, it was fun and pleasant and a nice way to pass the time when you were bored, but with Hudson? I was…”

  “You were what?” Maggie asked.

  Rosalie could feel the heat blooming in her cheeks, but she forged ahead. “He had me begging him to make me orgasm, Maggie. Begging. I don’t even know what happened to me, but I kind of feel like I went a little crazy. The way he touched me, the things he did and said… in the moment I honestly felt like I would have died if I hadn’t climaxed. That’s weird, right?”

  Maggie shrugged. “Well, it’s not like I have a lot of experience either, but I’ve felt that way more than once with Porter. So, if it’s weird, then we’re both weird.”

  “I just never thought that I would feel that way about sex,” Rosalie said.

  “You know that lion shifters like lots of sex, right?” Maggie said.

  “Yeah, why?”

  “Well, I know you want to be in a relationship with Lincoln, and I guess I’m just worried that you’ll be overwhelmed by how much he wants it. They want sex a lot.”

  “I know,” Rosalie said. “Trust me, I’ve done my research. Besides, now that I know what sex can be like with someone who is, uh, good at it, I’m more than happy to give Lincoln as much sex as he wants.”

  “What if Lincoln isn’t good at it?” Maggie asked.

  “He will be. He’s a lion shifter, it’s all they do, remember?” Rosalie said.

  Maggie shrugged. “I don’t think it’s all about whether a person is good at sex or not. You have to have a connection with the person too. Honestly, I think that’s what good sex is really all about.”

  “I do have a connection with Lincoln.” Rosalie could hear the irritation in her voice. “I’ve known him for over two years and we’re friends – good friends.”

  “Okay,” Maggie said. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to overstep.”

  “You didn’t,” Rosalie said. “I shouldn’t have snapped like that.”

  “It’s fine.”

  Rosalie stared at her coffee. She hated how sensitive she was about her relationship with Lincoln. She needed to keep that sensitivity under wraps if she didn’t want to ruin her budding friendship with Maggie.

  Maybe you wouldn’t be so sensitive about it if you actually believed that you were friends with Lincoln. You know as well as I do that he’s just using you, Rosalie. Always has and always will.

  She blocked out her inner voice viciously. It wasn’t true, Lincoln cared about her, and as soon as she proved to him that she wasn’t uptight in bed, he’d be all over her.

  “You okay?” Maggie asked.

  “Fine,” Rosalie said. “Anyway, i
t was a bit awkward after because I used the bathroom and when I came back, Hudson was sleeping and taking up the entire bed. I went home because I thought that was a hint for me to leave, but he woke up and came to my house. We had sex again and it was, uh, just as good as the first time and kind of kinky too.”

  “Ooh, do tell.” Maggie rested her elbows on the table and leaned forward.

  “We had sex in front of the mirror. Hudson made me watch as we, uh, did it, and it was surprisingly hot.”

  Her face was bright red but to her immense relief, Maggie just nodded. “Porter and I recorded ourselves having sex once. I was hesitant to watch it after, but like you said, it was pretty damn hot. I wanted to bang Porter again just watching me bang him.”

  Rosalie giggled, and Maggie wiggled her eyebrows at her. “What? It’s true.”

  “Hey, has Porter ever, um, bitten you during sex?”

  Maggie went still. “Did Hudson bite you?”

  Rosalie nodded and pulled aside the collar of her t-shirt. Maggie studied the bite mark surrounded by a small purple bruise that was at the base of her neck. “Hudson bit you during sex?”

  “Yes. Just a nip really – but I bruise easily. I didn’t mind, in fact, I kind of liked it. I just wondered if it’s a polar bear thing or a shifter thing. You know?”

  Maggie was giving her a careful look, and Rosalie frowned. “What?”

  “Porter has bitten me once,” Maggie said. “But wolf shifters bite to claim their mate.”

  “To what now?” Rosalie asked.

  “When a wolf shifter bites the woman they’re sleeping with, it marks them forever as their mate. I have a scar on the back of my shoulder from where Porter bit me.”

  Rosalie’s mouth dropped open. “You’re kidding me.”

  “I’m not. It’s why that lion shifter could smell Porter’s scent on me so easily. I don’t know exactly how it works, but Porter bit me and now I’ll smell like him to other shifters for the rest of my life. It’s a wolf’s way of keeping other shifters away from their mates.”