PARANORMAL ROMANCE: Bear Naked Satisfaction (Fantasy Shapeshifter Alpha Male Romance Book 3) (Contemporary New Adult Billionaire Steamy Romance Short Stories)

by Audrey Storm

  Henry reached out and pulled her to his chest. “You have nothing to be sorry for,” he said gently. “I am the one that has caused you to cry.”

  The two stood in silence as Mary composed herself enough that she was able to talk. “I want to go home,” she whispered.

  “I am sure that you do,” he said not sure how to respond. “I should not have said those things to you.” He tried to make her feel better but he was not experienced in it. He had always viewed women as something that was to please him, he had never considered their feelings nor had he cared about them until now.

  Henry had fallen in love when he was much younger, but did not have the chance to marry the girl. Her village had been destroyed in war and she had died never knowing how he had felt about her. He vowed that day that he would never allow himself to feel pain like that again, even if it meant that he would never feel love like that again.

  He had never told anyone about that woman, but as he stood in the garden he felt compelled to explain himself to Mary. She stood completely still as he spoke and did not make a sound except for a few sobs that escaped her lips.

  When he had finished, she was crying even more and he shook his head not understanding what he was doing wrong. He was trying to make her feel better. He wanted her to understand that he felt the same love for her that he had felt for that girl, but that he had feared what would happen if he acknowledged it.

  Mary lifted her head as she heard her father calling her name and as she looked around the Duke she saw her father walking toward the two of them.

  “Why are you crying,” he said, trying to hide the anger in his voice.

  “I am fine, father,” she said, trying to smile. “I was just overwhelmed and needed some fresh air. The Duke was just telling me a story to make me feel better.” She pulled away from Henry giving him a half smile.

  “I assume you are ready to go,” her father asked her.

  “Actually,” she said, with a big smile, “I think I’d like to stay a little while longer if that is okay.”

  Her father was taken back with the respect that she was showing. Normally he would have to raise his voice to get her to be polite or ask for anything but he was happy with the change he was seeing.

  He smiled at his daughter and turned to walk away. “It would be my pleasure to bring her back to you when she is ready,” Henry said, to her father.

  “As you wish,” Mary’s father said, and then he walked away.

  Mary looked at Henry her eyes stinging from the tears and she shook her head. “That is not proper,” she said, giving a gentle smile.

  “No, it is not,” he said, wrapping his arms back around her waist and pulling her to his chest.

  Mary took a deep breath. “Did you mean what you said?” she asked.

  Henry looked down at her. “Every word.”

  Mary smiled and pulled herself out of his grip, this time he was gentle and allowed her to move away from him. “Can we walk,” she asked, looking out into the huge garden.

  “By all means,” he replied, offering her the bend of his elbow. Mary placed her hand on his arm and the two of them began walking.

  It was not long before the sounds of the ball could barely be heard in the distance, it seemed as if they were completely alone.

  Henry stopped and pulled Mary against him. She gasped with surprise, then placed her hands on his shoulders and smiled up at him. He was surprised that she did not fight him, there was not even enough room between the two of them for air to pass through and he had expected a different reaction but he could not resist her any longer.

  Without saying a word Henry bent down and pressed his lips hard against hers. She felt his tongue pressing against her lips and gently parted them, allowing him access to her mouth.

  Her heart beat quickly as she felt his tongue begin to explore inside of her mouth and she took a deep breath through her nose causing her chest to press hard against his. Immediately she felt the bulge between his legs begin to swell and press into her gown.

  Mary pulled her mouth away from his and looked up at him with fear in her eyes.

  “Do not reject me now,” he said, looking down at her refusing to let go.

  Mary’s eyes darted back and forth as she tried to read his face. She had heard about men, using a woman for sex and leaving her to bear the shame. She was not going to be that woman.

  “It was the truth,” he began. “What I said before. The way I feel about you. You make me completely mad, but I can’t imagine not having you as mine.”

  There it was, Mary thought to herself as she listened to him, he wanted her to belong to him and every muscle in her body began to tense.

  Henry felt her muscles and her heart pounding against her chest. He wished that he could make her understand, but knew he had no way.

  “I do not want to own you woman,” he said loudly and with a sigh. “I want to share my life with you. I want to know that when I need you, you will be there without some smart remark or arrogant behavior.”

  “Arrogant,” she snapped at him and watched him shake his head. Part of her felt bad for always looking at the worst in him and expecting the worst out of him, but that was how she had thought about him for so long, it would take her time to change the way she viewed him.

  “I am sorry,” she apologized, still unsure of him. She knew that she did not love him, not the way he said he loved her, but she was growing fonder of him the more time she spent with him. She knew he was not the man that she thought he was but he was not the man she wanted him to be either.

  Mary looked down, placing her forehead on his chest and wondered if she would ever be able to listen to him without getting angry. She knew that her parents would be thrilled if they knew that she had taken the time to listen to him, but she stood in his arms confused about the way she felt.

  Henry took one of his hands and lifted her head. She looked him in the eyes as he placed his arm back around her. She searched them for anything that would tell her that he meant what he said, but she was unable to find it.

  Henry lowered his lips to hers and kissed her gently. It was gentler than he had ever kissed a woman before and something stirred within him as she seemed to melt into his arms.

  He began to move his hands up and down her back, pulling her hips harder and harder against his until he could take the torture no longer. He gently reached up and began untying the back of her dress.

  He had been with many women in his years, but he knew something about this seemed different. As the laces were loosened, he reached around with one hand and placed it on her neck. He could feel her heart pounding and knew that she had to have been afraid and as he slid his hand down her neck to her chest he heard her take a deep breath. It was all that he could do at that point not to rip her dress off and throw it to the ground.

  Henry gently moved the top of her dress down below her large breasts exposing them to him and the night around them. Her nipples instantly hardened as the cool air hit them, which turned Henry on even more.

  He slid his hand over the tip of one of her hard nipples and felt her body give a slight jerk as he pinched it between his thumb and index finger. He could not help himself as he let out a deep moan.

  He quickly reached down and untied his pants, allowing them to fall to the ground, freeing his large cock from what had felt like a prison to him. It instantly stood up and as he slid his hand between the two of them Mary could feel him, pressing it into her dress and between her thighs.

  She felt as if she was unable to breath, and as if her heart would pound out of her chest as he pulled his lips away and pulled her down to the ground with him.

  “My gown will be ruined,” she protested.

  “I will buy you another,” he smiled.

  As she moved down to the ground with him she could not help but looking at his exposed cock and part of her wanted to take it in her hands but she was afraid of how he would react.

  Henry pushed Mary back so that she was
laying on the ground, her breasts still exposed in the night air, he took one in his hand before placing his mouth over her nipple and flicking it with his tongue.

  The warmth of his mouth felt wonderful, but it was nothing compared to the way his tongue felt on her skin. A small moan escaped Mary’s lips and Henry smiled as he continued to flick at her nipple with his tongue, knowing that she was enjoying what he was doing.

  He moved his hand from her breast and moved it down her body slowly pulling the skirt of her dress up inch by inch hoping that she would not notice.

  Mary noticed, but did not say a word, she had never felt so much pleasure in her life and more than anything at that moment she wanted to see what would happen. Within a few seconds, Henry had lifted the skirt up to her waist and slid his hand into her underclothes.

  He pulled his mouth off of her nipple and moved to the other side and held himself up with is free hand. Mary pushed her legs together as she felt him moving his hand down between her thighs. Henry raised his head and looked at Mary, she could see the confusion on his face.

  “I have never,” she began to say, but as she watched the smile appear on his face she was afraid to finish. Henry quickly raised himself up off of the ground and moved his body between her legs. He had no problem pulling her undergarments off and lay them on the ground as he looked down at her body and pushed her legs apart.

  He licked his lips as he saw her juices glistening in the moonlight and slid both of his hands up her thighs to her pussy. He wanted her to remember this night for the rest of her life and although a bit of guilt pricked him knowing that she should not be losing her virginity in the middle of a garden on the ground he knew that she was going to love every second of it.

  Henry slid his thumb up her slit until he felt the small bump inside. He quickly pressed his thumb into her slit and began rubbing at the little nub quickly making it swell as Mary squirmed with pleasure under his touch.

  He watched as she threw her head back and clawed as the grass trying to find anything to grab onto. He stroked his cock as she moaned with pleasure no longer trying to keep him away from her but completely surrendering to him. He knew that he had complete control and he knew that she was aware as well.

  Henry began to slide one of his fingers from his other hand into Mary’s opening. She grabbed at the grass and moaned as he pumped his finger in and out of her while working on her clit.

  It was not but a few seconds when he felt her muscles begin tightening around his finger as she came over and over, but he was not willing to stop until her body could not take any more. Mary screamed as her juices poured out of her pussy and onto Henry’s hand. He was never more glad that they were far away from a group of people than he was at that moment. He made a mental note that she was loud to remember in the future.

  As soon as she came on his finger, he quickly pulled it out and replaced it with his cock. He began pressing into her entrance with the tip of his cock stretching her as he pushed it further and further into her. Mary groaned as she felt him stretching her. He looked down from his place above her and saw tears forming in her eyes. She did not protest through the pain and even though he felt horrible for hurting her he knew there was no way to avoid it.

  He stared into her eyes and tried to let her know how he felt. She looked back into his eyes and he continued to pump in and out of her tight pussy doing everything he could not to fill her with his hot come too quickly.

  Her breasts bounced with each pump and even as she winced, he could tell that she was getting some pleasure. Soon her winces turned to whimpers and then moans took their place and it was not long before she moved her hips with his and held on to him tightly.

  Mary began moving her hips harder against his causing him to pump faster and harder. He felt her pussy tighten around his cock as she came hard. He pumped one final time and she felt him release his come into her.

  Mary lay back on the ground gasping for breath and trying to compose herself. Henry lay on the ground next to her, sweat dripping off of his body onto the ground even in the cool night air.

  He turned to his side and propped his head up on his hand. “Are you okay?” he asked her gently.

  Mary did not know if she was okay or not, she felt like part of her had died but as if another part of her had come to life at the same time. She looked at Henry and it was if she were looking at a completely different man than she had earlier in the evening. His expression was soft and showed true concern. She smiled and nodded her head yes as she turned her head back to look up at the stars.

  Henry was not ready for her to take her attention off of him and gently reached over and pinched her nipple. Mary giggled as she looked back at him, but it was cut short as he placed his lips on her and kissed her more passionately than she had ever imagined possible. It was as if everything about him had changed in a matter of hours.

  “Now what,” he said, as he pulled his lips away from hers. Mary looked at him with confusion in her eyes, she was unsure of what he meant and began to feel as if he had taken advantage of her.

  “Are you going to go back to hating me,” he asked, half teasing and half not.

  Mary shook her head not sure how to answer his question. She sat up and began adjusting her clothing. Suddenly she felt awful about what she had done.

  “Mary,” Henry said, sitting up and seeing that something was wrong. “I’m asking you if you are willing to be my wife.” Mary spun around and looked at him completely stunned. She had not expected him to say that and in fact had expected that he viewed her as nothing more than the prostitutes that he paid.

  Her mouth gaped open as she starred at him in utter shock and disbelief. “I will take you home if you want,” he continued. “But I would much rather send word to your parents that you are to be my wife.”

  Mary turned her head and looked at the trees in the distance. She watched the birds as they flew through the air free. That was all that she had ever wanted in life, to be free and now she found herself actually considering marrying a man that she hated just hours before.

  “I must,” she replied, knowing that it would bring great shame on her family if they found out what she had done.

  Henry shook his head not willing to accept that as an answer. “I will not marry you until you can tell me that you want to marry me,” he stated firmly and stood up. He pulled his pants back around his waist and tied them.

  “I want to be free,” Mary tried to explain. “I don’t want to be owned. I don’t want to feel as if I am locked in a cage that I can never get out of. I have never wanted to marry.”

  She could see the pain on Henry’s face as she spoke and she knew that she was causing all of it. A tear ran down his cheek as he turned and began to walk back toward the ball.

  Mary stood and went after him. “Where are you going?” she asked, grabbing his arm.

  Henry turned with a jerk and the look on his face startled her. It was the same angry look that she had seen many times before, but this time there was something even more terrifying about it.

  “I am going away from you,” he snapped. “You walk around with your head held high, looking down on everyone around you, but when it comes down to it you are no better than anyone else. You just gave yourself to me, willingly with no intention of marriage. Yet you think you are better than me or even the prostitutes on the street?”

  Mary felt as if she had been punched in the stomach. “I had not meant that I would not marry you,” she yelled back at him, refusing to let him speak to her in that way. “I will not be your servant and I will not be your property.”

  “That is what you think of me.” His tone was softer now. “You think that I would treat you as a servant or no better than an animal? You have read far too many books and listened to far too many stories. Tell me woman, is that how your father treats you or your mother?”

  Mary’s eyes moved over his face, realizing that he was right. Her father and mother were deeply in love, her father had never fo
rced her mother to do anything to Mary’s knowledge and she knew that the two of them would not know what to do without each other. She had always said that if she were to ever marry, she wanted a marriage like her parents.

  “It is not,” she replied, shaking her head as she spoke. “You cannot love me that way nor I you. We do not know each other the way that they do.”

  Henry sat on the ground and reached for her hand pulling her down next to him. “Their love grew over time,” he began. “Just as ours would but I am not going to beg you to marry me. I am going to give you a choice. Marry me or I will find someone who will.”

  His words were blunt and they cut Mary straight to the core. Henry did not want to live the rest of his life without Mary beside him and he knew the misery that it would cause, but he refused to beg any woman to be his wife.

  Mary sat on the ground and thought about what he had said. She held his hand and ran her fingers over the veins that bulged out of the top. She knew she would never be able to take back what she had given Henry, she knew that no matter what, he would forever hold a piece of her heart and she wondered if she could live without that piece.

  Henry began to stand up and Mary looked at him from the ground. “I will have you escorted home,” he sighed.

  Mary stood and looked him in the eyes remaining quiet for just a moment. “The only one that I want to escort me anywhere is you,” she began. “And the only home I will go to is the one that is with you.”

  Tears filled her eyes as she spoke and Henry knew that she was fearful of the future that the two of them would have but he knew with time she would understand what true love was. He knew that someday she would see the difference between a marriage of convenience and one based off of the kind of love that they would have for each other.

  Henry wrapped his arms around Mary. “Let’s go home,” he whispered in her ear. As the two of them walked back to the ball they past William and although he caught Henry’s attention, it no longer mattered that he had won the bet, what mattered was that he had won the heart of the woman he loved.