Primal Obsession: BBW Polar Bear Shifter Paranormal Romance (Shadowlands Bear Shifters Book 3)

by Olivia Harp

  “It’s not that.”

  He didn’t reply.

  “I still can’t believe we’re doing this,” she said.

  “What?”

  “I can’t believe we met. And you like me enough to take me to all these dates and stand by me like you do.”

  She said it. She felt like crying but she wouldn’t be so stupid.

  The growling got louder, she looked at him and found pain in his eyes.

  He pursed his lips, breathing fast, his eyes fixed on her.

  “I’m not going to accept that,” he said.

  “What?”

  “You’re not weak, you’re fucking strong.”

  “But—”

  “No, no buts. I fucking hate that you have such low self-esteem.”

  “I don’t have—”

  “Yes you do. You don’t think you’re worthy of meeting a guy you really like and he liking you back? Fuck no. I won’t let you get away with that.”

  “I’m sorry, I—”

  “Listen. From the moment I met you I thought I was going to die. You are so beautiful every time I see you I have to hold back from ripping your clothes off and taking you right there, in public, wherever we are.”

  She was blushing now, hiding her smile.

  “And that’s just the beginning. You’ve grown a photography business —in Seattle, nonetheless, not in a shithole where you can get away with mediocrity— you have the best eye for your art I’ve seen in years. And believe me I’ve seen a lot of supposedly great artists. You’re in a completely different league. I’m thankful that I met you. You’re the talented one, the sensitive one, you laugh so easily and enjoy whatever comes your way. I...” he looked at her, his gaze fixed on her eyes, peering into her soul, “I admire you. And I won’t let you look down on yourself for even a second.”

  She laughed, slowly nodding.

  “Is that all right?” he asked.

  “Yes.”

  She lost herself in his arms, no one had ever made her feel like this. This man saw her for who she really was.

  He hugged her lovingly... but she wanted more.

  She was hungry for him.

  Now more than ever. Her thighs were already wet, just for being in his arms.

  Her breath turned harsh, she couldn’t hold herself much longer, he was much better at it than she was. She was not a fighter after all.

  She was aware of his intensity, of his hand gripping her leg.

  He kissed her hard and then pulled away, his eyes slowly going down. He kissed her chest, and continued down until he reached her legs, where she was sure the fabric of her leggings would give away how freaking horny she was.

  He was kneeling before her, his hands exploring the contours of her body.

  She slowly spread her legs and he went ahead and grazed her slit with his nose.

  It almost made her moan, but she had to hold it. She couldn’t be this wet already.

  Instinct took over when she heard him growl down there, between her thighs. He wanted her just as much as she did him.

  He caressed her center again with his mouth, sending bolts of electricity throughout her body.

  She let out a moan as a flash of lightning lit the sky outside, loud thunder following.

  She pulled him hard against her thigh, she wanted to feel his face against her warmth, she wanted him to feel her completely. She rubbed him hard against her; his hands went to her waist, pulling her leggings down revealing the unsexiest underwear she’d ever worn.

  It didn’t matter.

  He growled louder and with a quick movement took them off, sinking his face deep into her wetness.

  His tongue explored her crease, taking her in, as if relishing being soaked in her.

  She was so turned on she could barely register the thunderstorm outside.

  He pulled away and looked at her like a wild beast.

  “Sit on my face,” he ordered.

  “What?” she said as he laid her over the furry carpet between the fireplace and the sofa.

  “Raiden, I’ve never...”

  “Sit on my face right NOW.”

  She couldn’t disobey him, her juices drenched her thighs completely.

  “I want to taste you,” he said.

  She got over him, trying to do it gently but he grabbed her thighs and pulled her down, bringing her pussy to him.

  She whimpered once, she was so confused, how could she be enjoying this? She moaned louder this time, he was using his tongue, his nose, his mouth, everything, and before she could even understand what was happening she was pressing against him, his mouth sucking on her clit as she drenched him in her juices.

  Then she saw it.

  His big, hard, cock, waiting for her beneath his sweatpants.

  In a swift move she pulled them down and brought it into her mouth.

  It was burning hot, and it didn’t completely fit in her mouth but she wanted it to. She wanted to taste every inch of his manhood.

  Raiden cried in pleasure then continued up and down, up and down on her slit, slowly moving toward her nub, his saliva mixing with her juices as they did this crazy thing.

  She started jerking him off.

  Swept away in the moment she rubbed his manhood on her lips and face, as if taking possession of it.

  She was yelling now. Shouting as loud as ever, having her center idolized by the biggest, strongest, most ferocious man she’d known.

  “Raiden!” She yelled as she came long and hard. She tried to pull away from him but he held her close and let her juices drip on his face.

  Then she saw his cock exploding just before her, right in her hands. Without thinking she went down on it, cum splashing against her face, then taking it all in.

  She wouldn’t let any more of his seed be wasted, its bittersweet taste leaving a hot trace in her as she swallowed it, her perversion taking over her, making her do this.

  She was no longer her past self. She was possessed by lust. By love.

  Then she pulled away, breathing hard.

  She turned around to see him as surprised as she was.

  Their breath found the same rhythm.

  His eyes were almost lost, looking at the ceiling. Then he looked at her.

  “Amazing.”

  She couldn’t say anything else, no other words could describe what just happened.

  But in her hand she felt him throbbing again.

  His cock was going hard again, his gaze deep into her.

  “What are you doing to me?” he asked with a half grin, “Let’s go to my room.”

  He stood up and took her hand, taking the oil lamp with him to the main bedroom.

  ***

  Rain fell hard outside, the thunderstorm never ceasing to crackle and roar.

  The room was just big enough to fit a bed, small table and a closet.

  Raiden placed the lamp on the table and took off his sweatshirt.

  The hard muscles in his chest and arms were so deliciously outlined, Cassie wanted to savor this moment.

  Her fingers roamed his skin, from his forehead down to his wide traps and his neck, to his chest and abs, going to his lower back.

  Goosebumps covered his torso, he took her hand and kissed his fingers, then sat on the bed.

  “What about the dust?” she said teasing, it didn’t really matter to her.

  “I made sure to change the bed sheets earlier, didn’t have time to dust the couch.”

  She bent and kissed him softly, holding his head, enjoying every second of this.

  He placed his hand on her waist and brought her down beside him.

  She was nervous again, her heartbeat fast and she noticed she was holding her breath. But she wasn’t nervous because she was insecure. That was a thing of the past.

  The way he touched her was different now.

  His hungry eyes had changed, somehow. He wanted her, but he was now being gentle.

  She felt him graze her entrance, her thighs shivering with anticipat
ion.

  He was ready again.

  He kissed her neck and her chest and entered her. She could feel his hot cock sliding inside very softly, filling her completely, the change of pace turned her on again like crazy.

  She hugged him as he pushed inside of her, her sex sent bolts of pleasure that made her yell. She wrapped her legs around him, a soft moan escaping her.

  He stopped and took a strand of hair away from her face, gave her a kiss and continued going inside. Flashes of pain mixed with pleasure rippled throughout her body. He was a big man, her sex was small for his size. She felt herself wrapping him completely, her insides spreading apart as he slid inside.

  Her moans intensified. His pelvis crashed on hers, his cock fully inside. Then he slid back out, then in. The motion continued, hypnotizing her away from here. Taking her to another place.

  She pressed her lips, her eyes closed. He took her wrists and wrapped them above her.

  “I’ve wanted you every moment since I met you.”

  “Yes...” she could barely whisper.

  “I wanted your lips, and your body, and your wetness, I wanted to taste you.”

  His face, his predator eyes... his growl, his cock in and out of her. It was too much.

  “You’re mine,” he said.

  She pursed her lips much harder. She wanted to say it but she held back.

  “Every part of you is mine, Cassie. Say it.”

  He was fucking her harder, her nub caressed by each of his swaying motions, trapped in his arms.

  “This is my place. Inside of you,” he said.

  “Yes,” she moaned, “it’s yours.”

  He gave her a kiss.

  “Say you’re mine.”

  She could still taste his cum in her mouth. She knew he was telling the truth.

  “No,” she said, trying to rebel, but he grinned evilly and continued deeper inside, flashes of pain reappearing, building up her orgasm.

  “I’m yours, Cassie,” he said, “you know I am.”

  She melted, having this man in complete control of her, saying he was hers, made her wetter than she’d been in her whole life.

  “I’m yours,” he said again, with a moan, “I’ve been waiting for you.”

  “I’m yours, Raiden.”

  “Say my name again.”

  “Raiden...”

  They’ve found a sexual rhythm that was impossible to understand or even plan for. They were connected.

  “I own you,” he said.

  “Yes! I’m yours!”

  “You belong to me.”

  His eyes, oh God, his eyes. He could do anything he wanted to her as long as he kept looking at her like he did.

  “Yes. I’m yours.”

  He yelled with a pleasured whimper, his cock hard inside, taking her.

  “I’m yours, Cassie, I belong to you.”

  His hands pressed against her wrists, her juices would not stop, he was drenched in them. Then she felt herself go right when his hot cum fill her inside. She exploded. This was like making love and fucking hard mixed together, fused. Only they existed.

  And she melted and exploded and felt herself blacking out. His words and his touch and his eyes and his cock took her to the sky again.

  “Fuck... fuck... Raiden!”

  “I’m coming!” he shouted as he exploded inside of her.

  Her orgasm skyrocketed, it was an orgasm on top of an orgasm, his hot sperm inside made her lose her mind.

  He was holding her, his face right next to hers, his moan floating to her ears, coming muffled from the bed’s fabric.

  He was still inside of her, panting, his chest expanding and pressing against her body, covering her with his sweat, making her feel his heart beat.

  She didn’t dare think she was in love.

  She couldn’t be.

  Chapter 18

  Raiden loved the warmth of her body. He loved everything about her. His bear wanted to mate her, right now, on this bed. But he pushed the thought aside.

  Cassie laid beside him, enjoying the continuous tap-tap-tap of the rain falling on the ceiling above.

  It was a soothing sound. The storm had passed and all that remained was a relaxing drizzle.

  It was too soon.

  He was sure she was his mate but how could it work? They would find out soon enough. They’d have to make it work. For his sanity’s sake.

  He couldn’t stop thinking of her, her eyes, her beautiful face, her whole body was perfect. Her voice, deliciously melodic, and her art... and how she did everything all the way, with all her heart, no half measures, no half assing anything.

  That’s why she was the best at what she did. She took no prisoners. Not even in sex.

  She was shy at first but once she opened the flood gates she was unstoppable.

  She had a perverted mind. Maybe even more than his. She’s my perfect mate. He sighed, smiling at that thought.

  Then his stomach grumbled.

  Cassie giggled, looking at him with her perfect, almond eyes.

  “Hungry?”

  He chuckled, “I’m starving.”

  “I think I have a health bar in my purse—”

  “Don’t worry. I brought some food earlier, want a sandwich?”

  She smiled and he couldn’t deny it anymore: her happiness was his happiness.

  “Yes, please.”

  He got up and went straight to the kitchenne—

  “Kitchen,” he muttered to himself opening the refrigerator’s door, “she said it’s a kitchen, not a kitchenette.”

  He hadn’t planned this. The sunset was awe inspiring, and things just escalated from there. Not that he was complaining. It was the best afternoon he’d had in months.

  He took out the Tupperware sets filled with food.

  He was already savoring the kickass roast beef sandwich he prepared: mayo, avocado, a thin layer of shredded goat cheese, cheddar, tomato slices, beef —of course— and finally, a few drops of chipotle dressing.

  He was done.

  They looked delicious. There was enough food for another couple of sandwiches in case any of them wanted more, but right now he wanted to see what she thought of these.

  He headed back to the bedroom, she was sitting up on the bed, with her legs crossed. Her face lit up when she saw what he made for her, he could tell she was impressed.

  “Wow, you brought all that food?”

  “I usually bring more than I need. I’d rather have leftovers than stay hungry because I didn’t bring enough.”

  She chuckled and took her plate. He sat beside her, taking a bite of his sandwich.

  “I put a bit of chipotle dressing on it, I hope you like it.”

  “Are you kidding? Who doesn’t love chipotle?”

  “Right?”

  She nodded. Then, for a second, he saw her eyes fixed on something on the wall.

  He saw it too.

  An old picture.

  She kept eating without mentioning it, trying to appear unaffected.

  “That’s me and my late wife, like, fifteen years ago,” he said casually.

  “I’m sorry, I stared. I didn’t want to break the mood.”

  “It’s fine. She passed a long time ago.”

  “But still...”

  “I know, could be awkward. But seriously, Dee and I got over it. Had to.”

  She nodded.

  “What happened? If you don’t mind me asking...”

  He took a moment, taking another bite at the sandwich.

  The memories flooded him. He had to tell her.

  “I protected this territory, long time ago. I have some land and her father had some money. I rented warehouses to him. Then we met, somehow. She was an Elk shifter. You know, they have some sort of spiritual connection amongst themselves, it’s easier for them to see another person’s point of view. They’re more empathetic. They understand things. Important things...”

  He was rambling.

  “I was a monster back then, I
mean, not in a literal sense of course, but I liked to fight. A lot. That’s why I loved this area. I sensed evil, I went out and destroyed it. Loved the fight, actually. She made me enjoy other things in life. Violence... is not right to live a life of violence. It takes you with it. One day you’re punching a monster to protect your home, next day you want more blood and next day you’re cutting in line at the supermarket, thinking you’re better than other people, and this woman complains and then...”

  He couldn’t stop. He’d never told that story. It was dumb but in a way, comforting. He was letting go of that. It was like telling the story of someone else, a hundred years ago.

  “I cut in line and she complained and put me in place. In public,” he chuckled, “we met, we married, we had Dee. That child, I knew the moment I saw her that I was gone for good. My heart couldn’t take it. The second I held her everything inside of me melted. I didn’t want anything but to make her happy.”

  His voice broke. He coughed and took a bite, sighing deeply.

  “What happened to her?”

  He didn’t respond initially. Flashes of him arriving home and seeing his wife half dead, whispering something.

  He remembered himself running out to get back his baby. He had left her there, she told him to. Dee was in danger.

  He shifted into his bear and destroyed everything in his path. He bathed in their blood and still wanted more.

  Dee was in the cave.

  The place where the Shadowlands punctured reality and spread the Rot to the world. They wanted to take Dee with them.

  He got her back.

  “Accident. I was clumsy,” is all he told Cassie.

  She nodded.

  “I’m sorry to hear that.”

  “Thank you, it’s fine. It’s in the past.”

  She put her arm around him, the hairs on his skin bristled.

  “Are you sure?”

  His heart beat faster than ever. Mate! His bear roared, pushing and clawing inside of him, wanting to come out. But he learned to control it. He sighed and turned to her, giving her a quick kiss on her lips.

  “I’m fine, I promise,” he said with a wink.

  She smiled. The way she laughed almost brought him to his knees. She was a precious thing. He hadn’t felt like this. Ever.

  She shivered for a second.

  “It’s cold in here,” he said.

  “Yes, but don’t worry, I’m fine.”