I needed to feel her perfection with all my senses. But mostly, I needed to own it.
V: What Bears Do (Sam)
Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh!
He tore into my sweater. There was a loud ripping sound like it was shearing clean in two.
I didn't know where I'd find another outfit my size in the shifter world, or when someone could bring me a new one from Kalispell.
Did it even matter? Not when I had other things on my mind.
Strange, muscular, wonderful things.
I stepped out of the scraps in his hands, pushing my bra clad breasts into his chest. It felt good to lose a little clothing, to be so close to this half-human Adonis on a rampage no sane woman would stop.
More importantly, it was right. The minute I kissed him, I let go.
My kisses were equal parts forgiveness and hunger. I had to show him I understood the beast inside him, especially when he was so repentant.
But more importantly, I had to tame the one inside me, and that meant burying old heartbreak forever in heaps of lust driven ash.
Don lifted me off the floor and threw me over his shoulder. He carried me down the hall to the bedroom, sneaking his fingers beneath my belt.
“Not so fast!” I whispered. “I don't care about the sweater, but I can't afford to lose these jeans.”
Luckily, our destination wasn't far. I didn't trust him to hold off the temptation to tear away the rest of my clothes for long.
I leaped out of his arms onto the bed, reached for my belt, and began unclasping my pants before I'd rolled onto my back to face him.
“I can't believe how beautiful you are, Sam,” he whispered down at me. “How fragile. How sweet. How absolutely perfect!”
His breath hitched. I practically heard his heart beating through his chest.
Excitement sang inside him and burbled out his lips. Its sharp sonnet passed through my flesh and echoed into me, especially when he lowered himself while I worked off my jeans, eclipsing me in his unbelievable bulk.
Don kissed me again. Hotter and steamier before – just a few degrees below burning. If the temperature went up anymore, I feared I'd faint, and then I'd never get to sample his flesh the way I'd dreamed about since morning.
Hard to believe. All these terrible hours fighting for my life, and he's the only thing that's been in the back of my mind. The only thing that really matters...
“Stop, Sam.” Baring his teeth, he grabbed my wrist, and pushed my hand away. “I won't ruin anything. But I'm going to to do this. I need to unwrap you for the first time myself, and then claim all the parts I've been so hungry for.”
Who could argue with that?
I was beyond ready. No, eager to become a naked morsel for this bear, this man, this beautiful god.
My arms shook lightly as I reached up, wrapping my hands around his strong neck, pulling him closer.
Don slipped off my belt like a champ and went for my zipper. The zzzt greeted my ears like fire, half as hot as his unceasing kisses. They started on my forehead, rolled down my cheek, past my lips, past my neck, and nestled in my cleavage.
I moaned. My hips lifted on the bed, all the better to push my breasts toward him. The motion also made it easier to rip away my jeans.
He seized his opportunity. Don stripped me in the blink of an eye, and then I was on the bed again, warm legs spread a little wider, exposing my sopping wet panties.
He paused and breathed deep. The sound was comforting, but it held its own tension, like embers crackling before a great fire started.
“That's the smell of heaven,” he growled, whispering in my ear. “You, Sam, smell as perfect as you look. I can taste your lust in every pheromone on my tongue, every savory molecule of your desire.”
Wow. That's something no human man would say.
A short, intense shiver cut through me. It hit me then, the realization that I was really about to fuck this beautiful man. And he was a man, but he was so much more too.
“Lay back for me, pretty.” He waited until I obeyed, laying as slack as I possibly could. “Now...I. Want. These. Off.”
Don's words blurred into a bear-like growl. His hands moved in a blur, all over my body. First, he reached behind my back and popped my bra, yanking the cups up to him and tossing them across the room.
“Oh!” I chirped when his other hand was suddenly on my waistband. His face moved lower, lower, raking his faint stubble along my creamy thigh.
Wet lace shifted to my knees in one pull. I kicked my legs involuntarily across his shoulders, and he carried on, sliding my panties off my ankles and balling them up in one hand. They joined my lost bra somewhere behind the bed.
Raw heat crashed through me like a flash flood in summer. And the warm torrent turned to pure brimstone when he stuck out his tongue, licking a curly trail to the place where my thighs ended.
I wasn't the most experienced girl. But no man had shown such eagerness, such brute speed to pleasure me there with his tongue.
“Oh. Oh, God. Don!” His name exploded from my mouth as he moved in for his prize.
My slit steamed, ached, and greeted his lips with thick cream. Don lapped it up, pressing into me forcefully.
His lips drilled. They explored. They moved in a way I didn't know human lips could, leaving me to wonder if he'd let his other side take over after all.
I had to look down to make sure he hadn't turned into a bear. No, still a man after all – and what a talented man!
His tongue dove deep inside me, cutting circles around my lower lips the same way he'd done to my mouth. But this had a wider arc, a stronger pressure, and a much wickeder intent than mere kisses.
I wouldn't hold up under this ecstasy for long. Don grabbed my thighs as soon as they began to shake, growling as he pinned them down on the bed's edge.
His tongue split me open, rough and all conquering. And I knew it wouldn't be done until it reached its final target.
Huge mallets pounded on glowing metal in my head. The heat roared, gushing to every nerve, a bonfire for destroying all the fear and doubt I'd had before.
Everything melted – everything! All of it except the rampant hunger.
I needed to come. Good thing his touch slashed up, spreading itself wide and smothering my clit. Don's mouth opened and he sucked it deep, holding it between his teeth as he cut quick, merciless circles around my nub.
I lost it somewhere around the fifth lap. I felt a volcanic pressure building, a molten blast that wouldn't be stopped for anything in the world.
My legs twitched. He tightened his grip, snarling with satisfaction, and added that fierce vibration to the button responsible for my sticky, shaky climax.
I came, and he kept licking. He devoured my orgasm even as it ripped through me. I imagined his tongue and teeth duplicated all over my body: licking, sucking, fucking me with his mouth, and somehow shouting keep coming for me through every inch of my flesh.
I choked on my own pleasure. I couldn't gasp, couldn't breathe. There was nothing to do but throw my head back, suffer the delicious trembles, and come.
The circular jerks of his tongue on my clit were no longer confined to it. His hypnotic laps tore through every part of me, making my muscles pulse in time to his licks.
He's training my body to respond to his, I thought as the white fire lifted, awed at the careful intensity in his movements. And it's totally awesome.
His licks slowed as my waves lessened. The ferocious spasms turned to quiet aftershocks, but I was still trembling when he lifted away, rising up between my legs for some well deserved air.
“How was that?” He asked, lips curled with pointy amusement. He knew damned well what I was about to say.
“Best tongue work I've ever had. It's amazing what you people know how to do, being so isolated out here.”
“It's instinct, Sam. I just never had anyone as beautiful as you to bring it to perfection before.” He stood, slowly rolling his tongue across his lips, lapping up the last
of my wetness like it was honey. “Get in the center of the bed and make some room.”
Yes, sir! I nearly said, scooting back and flipping myself around.
He'd been naked since shifting in the forest to release his rage, shredding another perfectly good pair of clothes in the process. Seeing his incredible body exposed wasn't anything new, but seeing it like this...I did a double take when I got a good look at his erection.
His cock absolutely towered above his waist, pulsing like a thick, lively root in a fist he'd slung over the base. Muscles deep inside me clenched in exquisite anticipation, though I worried whether or not I'd even fit him inside me without straining.
Not that it mattered. I was ready to try!
The edge of the mattress sank. He crouched on it, crawling toward me. I saw a bear on the hunt, an animal closing in on its target with deadly certainty.
His hands slid under my thighs when he reached me. He parted my legs, swinging them around his body.
Don came in for a kiss. Heat fired from his body, even as his lips and tongue brushed over mine, dancing in a tango cut with pure fire.
His swollen cock pressed delightfully on the small pubic strip I kept above my entrance. Instant moans flooded his mouth, pleading and uncontrollable.
I was panting when he pulled away. Don stared deep into my eyes, a come-hither energy both predatory and loving.
Two contrasts in one wonderful form. Just like the rest of him...
His erection pulsed on my flesh. I wanted to grab it, feel it, taste it. Mostly, I just wanted him deep inside me, battering his way to my depths.
And I wasn't alone. Everything in his eyes said he shared my sharp desire.
The happy thought brought back one little thing I'd forgotten.
Fuck. I should've remembered to ask before now.
“Condom?” I asked in a low voice.
Don looked at me like he didn't understand. Oh, no. Surely, he had some idea about birth control from scouting the human world? If I couldn't have him inside me right now, I'd cry.
“I don't use them,” he said firmly. “I'm clean, Sam. Nothing should come between a man and his woman – his mate.”
I chewed my lower lip. It wasn't like I had nothing. Through all the craziness of the last two days, I'd managed to remember my pill, and I still had plenty safely packed inside my backpack.
But the pill is meant to guard against a baby made by men. He's not fully human. I don't know what will happen...
He came lower and stopped short of kissing me again. Don rubbed his lips across mine, haunting and teasing, feverishly eager to sweep aside all my little doubts.
I thought about his heat inside me. Bare. Raging. Erupting in a glorious finale.
Imagining his come bursting deep inside me was almost too much. My mind was made up.
“Okay, I'll try it your way,” I whispered. My voice sounded shaky and distant, totally drunk on mad lust. “Come fuck me now. I need to feel this amazing, hard, beautiful thing...”
Deep. My brain cut me off before I could say it, but he'd gotten the message.
Don lifted his hips, shifted his erection into place, and held it there. One hand swept out, moving through my hair, comforting me before he sank into my body.
I twisted my head, winding my hair tighter around his fingers as he pushed in. His length kept coming, inch by rock hard inch, kindling an inferno in my core.
I gushed wet heat all over him. Don grunted, pleasure coursing through his system. My soft velvet stretched around him, submitting to his size and strength.
He went deep, claiming every square centimeter of my intimate flesh. His shaft came to the edge of my womb, and the sensation made me bite hard into my lip.
“Fuck!” My hoarse whisper filled the air, filled with dumb amazement.
It wasn't until he started to thrust that I had any idea what was in store. Don quickly picked up speed, plunging into me and pulling back, forming steady, deep strokes that tugged at all my nerve endings again and again.
There was no more room for rational thoughts in my brain. Raging primal lust took over, throbbing in my blood, commanding me to give myself to this beast like the god he was.
I threw my legs around him. My ankles hooked tight around his stiff ass, warm as heated boulders.
With my arms and legs, I held on tight. Don drove into me faster, harder, his tempo steadily rising to a frenetic pace I couldn't hope to match.
But I held on beneath him, feeling my heart and body blossom, love and lust firing in my system. I clung onto his hot flesh and rode the fierce masculine wave slamming into me, his full body avalanche. Each blow fell heavier and more incredible than the last.
A sharp burn blazed up my core. His hands ran behind me, cupped my ass, and pulled me in close, giving him the leverage to thrust deeper still.
I screamed, fully possessed by my own animal side. Our flesh slapped together repeatedly as he held me up, burying himself deep, grinding my clit each time he thrust all the way in.
Don! You man, you animal. This is better than anything I've ever had, and soon I'm going to –
Fuck. Fuck!
Savage curses echoed in my head. I came, twisting my hips, howling and throwing myself onto him, impaling myself on his big piston.
Don gripped me tighter, lowered his face to my neck. His teeth sunk into my flesh, rough and gentle all at once, adding one more evilly addictive contrast to my explosion.
My hips rolled, churning through my climax. Full body spasms wracked their way up from my toes, singeing my spine.
Everything flashed from black and white and red. I became a scorched, blubbering mess of rhythmic fire, pushing my flesh into his mouth even as my hips thrashed against his cock.
With one hand, he reached behind me and yanked my hair. His bite increased, sharper and sexier, drawing out the ecstasy long after it should've stopped.
“You want me to come inside you, don't you?” He whispered, his voice one octave above growling. “Say it for me, Samantha.”
My hair jerked in his hands like rope. Still delirious with release, I buried my lips against his, groaning with pure passion.
“Do it. Shoot it fucking deep! I want to drown in your flames...let it all out, baby.”
Holy crap, what am I saying? Or, rather – what the hell am I feeling?
I lost it. I was begging for his come, deep in the fever that hadn't been extinguished with my second orgasm.
And it wouldn't be long until he gave me what I wanted. I needed him to come, flesh on flesh, spilling his heavenly essence deep inside me.
Don reared up, full on thunder tearing out his throat. His strokes became angrier, like a storming sea, his hips impacting mine so hard I feared we've both break apart.
The moment he swelled inside me, I hit rock bottom. Or maybe he catapulted me high into the stars.
Whatever. I was coming again, and there was no holding back.
Don's hands pushed desperately at my flesh and he came. Jet after jet of seed foamed out of him. His cock became a steel pump, heaving up his precious fire, bathing me in all the deepest, darkest, greediest places.
The second I started coming again, my flesh constricted around him. It sucked at the sea he was giving me, hellbent on swallowing it deep, pushing it into my supple womb.
We rocked, sweated, panted, and made sounds I can't even identify. Wet heat flooded me, our bodies and fluids mingling, for what seemed like a small eternity.
Rabid breaths were still pouring from his mouth when I collapsed against him. Don broke the vice-like embrace around my back.
He shifted his erection up, holding in what he'd given me like an animal making sure the mating act did its job. I rested my flushed face on his shoulder, inhaling his scent.
“Beautiful, beautiful.” He repeated the phrase several times, soft and nearly breathless. “You're just like I thought, Sam. Amazing through and through.”
“Only because you were all the way in me.” I smiled.
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We kissed. Finally, he took it as a sign to pull out. He'd softened slightly, but amazingly not by much.
I sat on his lap and he cuddled me close in his arms. A million thoughts raced through my brain.
Mainly, I just felt whole. Finally, finally whole, all the pieces scattered by Ryan glued together again.
Don's love, his touch, had worked its magic. In my wholeness, I needed him more than ever, my flesh sweaty and eager to feel him filling me over and over.
“What am I going to do with you? I'm not sure I'll appreciate another man ever again.” I brushed my cheek on his, savoring the feel of his stubble.
“You won't.” I looked up with surprise, and his eyes sparkled with unearthly confidence. “And I'm going to make sure you realize that every free hour you're here. Every night. If we get you home, you're going to come back to me, or else I'll have to come to you.”
He'd left me speechless, so I kissed him. Deep inside, I knew he was totally right.
I wanted him more. Forever. And as I sensed him growing harder and restless near my thigh, I didn't care how dangerous or risky it would be to get my way.
“Here are the records, female. And here's a pen and paper to write down anything you think we should know.” Emmerick pushed a notepad and an old fountain pad from another age into my hand. “You'd better have something to say too. This is a good time to prove your worth to the council and to me.”
I looked over, worried. Don's jaw rippled through his cheek. He was clenching it hard, restraining himself, probably using enough force to bite through a brick.
“I'll do my best,” I said. I actually meant it too.
I had no love for this old bully. But if it meant smoothing things over, giving me more time to relax and enjoy my new love? Totally worth it.
Emmerick shot me one last stink-eye and then went out the back entrance. We were alone in the town hall's massive side chamber, a labyrinth of old files and books.
With the Elder gone, Don relaxed a little. He sniffed, rubbing his nose. I gave him a knowing smile.
If the musty stench in the room bothered me, then it had to be magnitudes worse for a shifter with his keen sense of smell. And it wasn't just must. Judging by the yellowed pages and layers of dust I scraped off the folders, no one had looked at the records for a long time, let alone cleaned them.
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