The Bear Claw Tales- Complete Series

by C. D. Gorri

  “Yes, I’m sure. Please, Daniel,” she writhed beneath him, eager for his touch.

  “Thank God,” he growled.

  His face had gained a rigid look, as if he were straining hard to control himself. Oh no. That wouldn’t do. She reached up with her fingertips and traced the lines of his forehead, smoothing them out until he sighed and lowered his face. Thank God, she echoed his sentiment and met his lips with hers.

  Daniel’s tongue pushed past her lips with ease, sliding into the warm cavern of her mouth. She opened for him willingly, wanting more of him. As much as he would give her.

  His growl was never ending, a low, deep rumble that made her sex pulse with need. His callused fingers stroked her neck and shoulders, leaving slivers of pleasure shooting through her entire body. Like he was branding her with his touch. And Lacey wanted more.

  Sensing her need, he moved down, the sound of his skin brushing the bedspread was a muted sort of rustle, but it was nothing compared to the pounding of her heart. Daniel grabbed her hands and pushed them over her head aggressively. But she wasn’t frightened. No, she wanted more.

  He licked her neck and shoulder, paying particular attention to the place where they met, nipping the skin lightly before moving down to lave at her breasts. She was not overly large, but she had no time to be self-conscious as he tweaked her nipples and tugged on the sensitive flesh with his lips and teeth.

  Lacey moaned and bucked while he nuzzled and nipped her sensitized skin, licking where he’d playfully bitten her until she was moaning is name.

  “Want more, baby? Want it all?”

  “Yes,” she hissed and watched him. With a predatory smile on his handsome face, Daniel traced the lines of her body with eyes that glowed with his Bear.

  Yes, she recognized the signs now. Was in awe of herself that she could make him so hot that his animal would make itself known. Daniel leaned back into a kneeling position.

  He was deliciously naked. All hard lines and ripples, a smattering of golden hair on his chest and stomach where his muscles tapered off into a perfect V. Beneath the golden curls was his long, thick cock. Jutting out proudly, a pearl of precum leaked from his head and Lacey moaned with need. Later, she promised herself.

  Shifters really were bigger than humans. Everywhere. He groaned and stroked his length, looking at her near naked body just lying there on display for him. Damn. That was so sexy, she writhed on the mattress. Watching and waiting.

  He released his dick and pressed her thighs open, giving her a long hard look. Daniel ran his hands over her flat belly and down her smooth legs. Then he eased himself down, fitting his large shoulders between her splayed legs.

  Close. So very close. Lacey whimpered and he grinned. The tease. He blew hot air on her panty covered sex and she whimpered. She wanted more. Needed so much more from him. Now.

  “Daniel,” she pleaded, flexing her hips until he came nearer to where she needed him.

  “Please,” she practically begged. And this time, he didn’t tease or make her wait.

  Her Bear was more than ready. With his teeth, he tore the cotton panties from her hips, revealing her near bare sex to his rapt gaze. As a model, she’d had her hair lasered off years ago. She worried he wouldn’t like it, but all worries ceased when he stroked and parted her slick folds.

  “So pink, so pretty, so mine,” his voice was raspy with need or his Bear or both, she supposed.

  She wanted to move, to bring him closer to her needy sex, but he held her still. Inhaling deeply, his chest rumbled, the natural instinct of his animal drawing forth an unpredictable reaction from her.

  Lacey bit her lip as she felt moisture pooling, her pussy readying for him. The plump flesh of her nether lips throbbed, and she panted with need.

  “Patience, baby. I got you, Mine,” he growled and dipped his head down.

  He took one long, unsteady inhale of her heady scent before snaking his tongue out to taste. Lacey moaned long and loud as he tasted her in one long swipe of his tongue from her forbidden hole to her too sensitive clit. He repeated the move once, then twice, before delving into her sex.

  His inhumanly long tongue tasted her from the inside as her channel squeezed him like it would his cock. Any minute now. If he would just give her what she wanted.

  He groaned as he fastened his lips onto her clit and exchanged his tongue for his hand. Thick fingers entered her moist heat and stroked, finding that secret place inside of her that made her scream his name.

  “Don’t stop, Daniel,” she moaned, lost in sensation.

  He seemed to be touching her everywhere. One handed was buried in her needy sex while the other caressed her breasts, tweaking the nipples and roaming over her flat stomach, to her rounded hips and ass.

  Stars exploded behind her eyes as his lips latched onto her clit, fingers thrusting in and out of her slick heat faster, with more purpose.

  “Come for me, sweet,” he growled over her clit and sucked until she felt the edge of the world slip away.

  Never had she ever felt anything like it. It just went on and on, wave after wave of pleasure, until suddenly she could breathe again.

  In that moment, Daniel raised himself to his knees. His thick cock jutted out proudly as he gazed down at her face.

  “Mine.”

  The single word hung in the air as he placed his cock at her entrance. Lacey’s eyes flashed and her nostrils flared.

  That word sounded pretty fucking good to her.

  Chapter 9

  “Lacey,” Daniel groaned her name as he slowly pushed himself inside of her tight, welcoming heat.

  Inch by inch he moved, at a torturously slow pace, until he was fully seated inside of her. This was completely out of his level of experience.

  She was beyond anything he’d ever felt or imagined he could feel. Perfection personified. And it was not because of her exquisite looks. It was because she was made for him. Fated to be with only him. Mine. Mate.

  The Bear pushed at him to claim the tiny female. Mark her as his own so no one could dare question where or with whom she belonged. Not yet, he cautioned.

  The pleasure of being inside Lacey was almost too intense. Daniel flexed his hips, sinking deeper, stretching and possessing her. Yes. Grrr.

  “Lacey,” he sought her eyes, capturing the emerald green pools in his gaze. She blinked up at him, mouth open, she panted her pleasure. Her face aglow with their passion. Beautiful.

  “That’s it baby, look at me,” he growled as he dipped his head, capturing her lips.

  He was careful not to crush her with his weight. He just needed to feel every single inch of her delicious self, pressed as close as he could get her to him.

  Daniel held himself still, giving her time to adjust to his impressive girth, but that did not stop him from sliding his legs against hers, pressing her soft breasts to his hard chest, kissing her lips until he felt her relax and welcome him. Fuck. So good.

  He swirled his hips against the apex of her thighs. Spearing her slick heat with his cock, Daniel pumped, unable to wait any longer. Retreat, thrust, swirl, grind. He set the pace, slow and steadily increasing, reacting to the signals her body sent him.

  “Oh God, yes,” she moaned as he stroked that spot inside of her with his length. She locked her legs around his waist, cutting off his retreat. So he flexed and swirled, grinding his pubis against her sensitive bundle of nerves.

  Her sex squeezed, clutching at his cock like a velvet vise. Flex, swirl, grind. He moved faster, lifting her by the ass and sinking deeper into her heat. Fuck. So good.

  Her moans intensified. She was so beautiful. Her hair had somehow escaped its braid during their heated exchange. He reached out with one hand and touched the silken locks, spreading them like a golden halo across his pillow.

  Fuck. She looked perfect there. Belonged there. To him. Mine. He couldn’t think in complete sentences. He could only feel as he made love to Lacey. More. Love. Mine.

  Her sex clenched and she
moaned. She was close. Daniel growled. The Bear wanted to love her sweetly, but he was too desperate for her. He rose to his knees, lifted her legs onto his shoulders, and sank even deeper into her heat.

  “There? Like that? So good, Lacey.”

  Daniel moved in and out of her sex, watching greedily for her every reaction. He found her sensitive clit with his thumb, stroking the tiny nub in time with his thrusts. His cock stretched her, his thumb stroked, building pressure, moving faster and harder until they both couldn’t take it.

  “Daniel,” she yelled with her head thrown back. She was right on the cusp of her first release and he wanted to make sure she was with him every step of the way.

  His cock throbbed inside her intense heat. He was like a bomb of ecstasy just about ready to go off. Every retreat and flex of his hips sent more shockwaves of pleasure throughout his body, straight to his balls. But he needed her there with him. All the way.

  “Look at me, baby,” he demanded.

  She did. Her dark emerald eyes flew open, as her movements became jerky and her back arched. Overwhelming sensation built up inside of him, the Bear pushing to get out.

  “Oh God, almost,” she yelled.

  “Gonna take you there, baby,” he promised.

  And he meant it. Fuck yeah. Her cream coated his passage, making each stroke that much more perfect. Swivel, grind, thrust, repeat. Her pussy pulsed around him. In time with the same word whispered in his brain over and over. Mine. Mine. MINE.

  “Daniel!” She moaned his name long and hard as he swirled his hips, ground his pubic bone onto her sensitive clit, and pushed her right over the edge.

  The muscles of her inner walls clenched down on his cock, squeezing him, calling for his cum. Daniel couldn’t hold back if he tried. His balls tensed and he came right there with her. His seed exploded into her womb as he released her legs.

  He leaned down and caging her body in with his. Their hands locked together, he ground himself harder into her, bringing forth a second, even stronger release from his beautiful mate. Grrr.

  Over and over, Lacey called his name, gasping for air as her channel continued to milk him for all he was worth. This was ecstasy, pure unadulterated bliss.

  Coming inside his mate was like nothing he’d ever had before. She was heaven and home, and she was his. Only his. Mine.

  His teeth lengthened, the Bear pushing for him to mark her, claim her as his own. But he hadn’t asked her yet. He needed to. Needed her permission before bonding to her permanently.

  “Lacey,” he breathed as he slowed his movements. His dick still pulsed inside her.

  She reached for him with her tiny hands, ghosting kisses over his lips. Moments later he slowly eased himself from her, careful not to cause her discomfort. He was big, even for a Shifter, and his mate was small and delicate.

  He tucked her into his side and kissed her temple, glorying in the love they’d just shared. Has to be love, he thought as she settled her hand over his heart and dropped a sweet kiss on his chest.

  “You hungry?” he asked after what felt like an eternity later. The Bear in him demanded he take care of her. Feed her. Provide for her. Love her.

  “I could eat,” she smiled as she looked up at him. A slow pink blush crept across her cheeks and he grinned. He loved the fact that she could look so innocent and beautiful and still be a wildcat between the sheets with him.

  “Okay. Come on,” he stood up and noted she still lay in the bed with a sheet over her body. Daniel cocked his head to the side.

  “Don’t tell me you’re bashful now, baby,” he smiled at her shy giggle.

  “Now, baby, I have seen,” he stopped and dropped a kiss on her lips, “tasted,” another kiss, “touched,” kiss, kiss, “and loved every single inch of your body. You never have to be shy with me,” he smiled warmly.

  “I know, but I guess I am, a little bashful that is,” she shrugged, and he could scent her embarrassment.

  “Okay, baby,” he smiled and walked to his dresser where he grabbed one of his plain white t-shirts and gently put it on her.

  “Better?”

  “Much,” she smiled and kissed him on the lips. Her tongue snuck out of her mouth and he welcomed it, greedy for all of her.

  “If we do much more of this, we won’t eat,” he growled and nipped her lip.

  “Feed me,” she said and gasped when he lifted her off the bed, princess style, and carried her to the living room sofa. What his woman wanted, she got. And right now, she wanted feeding.

  Daniel was used to nudity and didn’t mind being undressed. Especially not in front of his mate. He made a plate piled high with the fried chicken he’d bought earlier, corn on the cob, coleslaw, and some fries. He’d kept the food warm on the stove for them.

  He walked into the living room to see her sitting in the middle of the couch watching him and his heart swelled in his chest. Mine.

  Yes, he was a possessive bastard, but God, he’d love her. Yes. I love her already. He felt it all the way to his soul. His Bear watched in approval as he made sure to bring enough food for the two of them.

  I will be a good mate, he told himself. Doubt, that ugly son of a bitch was trying its damnedest to wiggle its way into his mind. Melinda left you. She didn’t think you were good enough. What if Lacey doesn’t think so either? Can you really survive another woman dumping your sorry ass?

  Fuck. He tried to shake himself free of those thoughts, but they were there now, and they wouldn’t go away. Not without some convincing.

  Okay, so pros as to why she’d want him. Daniel was a wealthy man, not that she seemed to care about money, still it was good to have. He had family, and she seemed to like his brothers. He was a fierce protector, a good Enforcer and a strong Bear. He’d make sure she felt safe and taken care of, always.

  Yes, he’d make a good mate. He’d love her and take care of her in every way. And he meant every possible way. Confidence restored he carried the plate inside.

  “Here,” he said and handed her the mountain of food while he sat down next to her. Using the side of the couch as a back rest, he settled her between his legs and took the plate from her fingers, grinning at her wide eyes.

  “How many people are we feeding in here?” She asked.

  “Open,” he said, ignoring her comment. He smiled and slipped a piece of crispy chicken into her mouth.

  “Mmm,” she closed her eyes with a look of pure bliss as she chewed.

  “Damn woman, I never saw anyone react to fried chicken like that!” Could he be jealous of food?

  “That’s because I haven’t had anything like this in years,” Lacey laughed and reciprocated, feeding him a drumstick and licking the crumbs from his mouth.

  He found himself laughing between bites of food and kisses from his mate. They talked and joked, fed each other bite for bite. It was fun. Their relationship was real, not just sex and frenzied mating, he realized, and his heart thudded in his chest.

  “This is so good,” she laughed and chewed a fry as she fed him a bite from a crispy chicken leg.

  “Mm hm,” he agreed, but he meant them as opposed to the food.

  Daniel caught her hand with his before she could pull it away. He licked her fingertips one by one, noting the heated glaze that settled over her emerald eyes.

  His nostrils flared, picking up the increased scent of honeysuckle and Lacey’s arousal in the air. Claim her. The Bear pushed at him, and he fought for control. Sometimes the animal was just so strong. He often feared he’d go rogue without a mate. He was barely tamed as it was. But now, he found her. His one true mate. Finally.

  “Lacey, he growled as she turned around fully, dropping the plate onto the coffee table, and straddled his hips. She’d donned a t-shirt but was still bare underneath. Her moist sex slid against his cock. Grrr.

  “Daniel,” she gasped as their lips met.

  He opened for her, thrusting his tongue into her willing mouth. He liked her like this, as the aggressor. She was fierce a
nd proud and beautiful. His Bear was angry about the bruises on her face, but she was getting better. Almost fully healed. Not that they mattered. He only saw her.

  “I want you,” she said against his lips and he groaned.

  “I’m yours, Lacey.”

  “Really?”

  “Yes.”

  She met his gaze and sat back, forcing his cock to snuggle against her crack. Fuck. She was gonna kill him. Holding his stare she lifted his shirt off of her body, revealing every inch of her porcelain flesh to his hungry eyes. And Daniel was hungry. For her. Mine.

  “So fucking beautiful,” he said, but didn’t move. Not yet. This was her show. He wanted her to feel safe and comfortable to do anything she wanted to him.

  “You’re beautiful,” she countered, and he smirked. Him? Beautiful?

  “I don’t know if I qualify-”

  “Are you kidding me? Just look at you, every sculpted inch of you is a fantasy come to life, but you’re so much more Daniel. And I want all of you,” she moaned and lifted herself, her tiny hands gripping his shoulders with everything she had.

  He groaned as her silky, wet lips kissed the tip of his dick. Her eyes flashed emerald fire at him as she came down hard, taking every inch of his steel length inside of her. Fuck. He lost himself to the pleasure and feel of his glorious mate’s tight sheath wrapped around him. A perfect fit, like she was made for this. For him.

  Yes. Her pussy squeezed and fluttered. So fucking good. The scents of honeysuckle and his mate’s sex teased his nostrils. She rose up till he was almost all the way out of her, then swallowed him back down inch by inch with her sopping wet heat.

  “Mine,” he growled, as she lifted her breasts to his face. He couldn’t resist snaking out his tongue and licking one then the other. Light, whispery strokes that made Lacey moan and grip his head.

  “More,” she pleaded, and he complied, taking one tight bud into his mouth and suckling her long and hard.

  Her pussy clenched in response, sending spikes of pleasure racing through his blood down to his balls. Fuck. He felt ready to explode inside of her, but he had to hold off. Needed her to come first.