by Alexa Riley
I growl low in my throat, and I try to cover it with a cough. She has no idea what I am, but she’s not going anywhere. She’ll find out soon enough, but she’s mine no matter what.
I bring over the tray of food and set it down in front of her. I see her eyes grow wide with shock.
“Wow. That’s a lot of food.”
Looking down, I see the bowl of soup, sandwich, fruit, chicken, potatoes, and bread.
“You have been asleep for a long time. You need your strength. Eat.”
“Maybe just the soup to start with. I’d like to warm up a bit.”
She takes the bowl in her hands and tips it to her mouth, drinking the broth first. I go over to the fire and throw some more logs on top of the pile, making sure she’s getting enough heat.
I can show her what a good mate I can be. I will care for her like no other, and she’ll want to stay. That’s my plan. To make her dependent on me and to show her that I’m willing to do whatever it takes to please her.
When I walk over to where she’s seated, I stand there watching her drink the soup.
“This is really good. Thank you so much for rescuing me.” She looks up at me and then looks away as if she’s shy. “Why don’t you sit down?”
I realize then that maybe my standing over her is making her uncomfortable. So I kneel down in front of the couch.
She lets out a small laugh, and it makes me feel warm all over. Like when my bear gets to go play in the water. It’s as if I’m happy all over.
“Are you going to kneel there and watch me eat?”
“Yes.”
“So where am I? How far did you carry me from my car?”
“About ten miles.”
When the bowl stops before it reaches her lips and she raises an eyebrow, I explain.
“I have good hearing. And you’re not heavy.”
“My car must have made a really loud noise,” she says.
After she takes another sip, she looks at me and then leans closer, as if to share a secret.
“You know, I hear there are shifters in these woods.”
She looks around the room as if to spot one. Little does she know there’s one kneeling in front of her.
“Really? You heard that?”
She nods her head and takes another sip, but I can see the excitement in her eyes. “Yes. It’s the reason I was coming this way. I was hoping to run into one. Maybe find out what they’re like.”
“Why?” I growl the question, thinking of her taking another shifter male. The thought of her wanting someone else makes me want to prove how much stronger and better I am than everyone else.
She shrugs her shoulder and sets the now empty bowl down. She picks up a piece of fruit. “I don’t know. My life, um, kind of sucked where I was, and I was looking for a change.” She bites her lip as if nervous about what to tell me. “I guess I thought something magical might be just what I needed. I know that sounds silly.”
“It’s not silly,” I interject. She can want whatever she likes. I’ll be the one to give it to her.
“Thanks.”
The smile she gives me makes me want to tell her she found a shifter, but maybe she isn’t ready for that yet. But I like seeing her smile.
I watch her nibble on the fruit until she says she’s finished. Then I stand and pick her up in my arms.
“Bleu, what are you doing?”
“Bath. You need a soak.”
When I pick her up, her legs go around my waist again, and I feel her naked heat pressing against my loose shorts. There isn’t much keeping her pussy from me, and the thought of breeding her makes my cock lengthen and harden.
Lowering her a little so I can feel her heat against me, I hear a little gasp leave her lips. I’m sure she knows what it is, but she doesn’t say anything as I carry her to the bathroom.
Once inside, I set her down on the counter and take a step back. She looks down at the obvious tent in the front of my loose shorts, but I don’t say anything. It’s only natural that my body would respond to hers in this way. She’s the most beautiful woman in the world, so it must be pretty common for males to have erections around her.
I reach around to turn on the water for the tub. It’s a giant log that’s been hollowed out, and it’s big enough for even me to stretch out in. I add some fresh lavender to the water to help her relax, and then I lumber back to where she’s sitting. I reach for the hem of my shirt and pull it over her head.
Seeing her big breasts again makes me think of them full with milk, and I lick my lips. To taste them would be an honor, and I’m hoping she allows me to do that once I’ve proven I’m a good mate for her.
I pick her up, and once again her legs go around my waist, but this time she pushes down a little so that my prominent erection rubs against her. Her hard nipples rub against my chest. Breathing deeply, I can smell her heat, and I realize she may have need.
“Are you needing me, Lola? Would you like my mouth or cock?”
Chapter 5 *Lola*
I stare at him in shock. Did he just say what I think he did? His face is completely neutral, like he just offered to get me a cup of coffee rather than announced that he wants to pleasure me. Was that normal to him?
His eyes lock on mine, then drop to my lips. I can tell from his hard-on that he likes the idea, but I’m thrown by how easily he offered to do that. I don’t like it, and it sparks something deep inside me. Jealousy.
“Can you put me down please?” I ask, but when I wiggle, his very hard cock rubs against me again. I have to bite the inside of my mouth to keep myself from moaning and showing that I liked it.
He reluctantly puts me down in the tub, and I bring my knees to my chest, trying to cover myself a little. Wow. How has this flipped so fast? He studies me for a second, then turns, heading out of the bathroom. I let out a sigh of relief and lie back in the tub. The thing is massive, but it would have to be to fit him.
I close my eyes as the warm water starts to rise higher and higher on my skin, relaxing my muscles. When I feel something touch my leg, I almost jump out of the tub, but Bleu grabs me, stopping me.
“Bathrooms are unsafe. I’ll make sure next time I have a towel in here before I leave you alone. You’ll hurt yourself.” He says it like he wasn’t the one who just scared the shit out of me.
“I wouldn’t have jumped if you hadn’t scared me.” I put my hand to my chest, trying to calm my heartbeat. “How does someone your size move so quietly?”
“I see. Your hearing isn’t as good as mine. I’ll take care to always make noise when I move around you so as not to startle you.” He grabs some soap and rubs it on the washcloth in his hand, then starts rubbing it down my leg, washing me. I don’t know what to make of this man.
“I can wash myself,” I tell him and reach for the towel, but he just goes farther down my leg and away from my grasp.
“I take care of you.” His tone is firm and soft, making something sit sweetly in the pit of my stomach. He finishes washing my leg, then moves on to the other. It feels good, and I want to lie back and relax. I should feel odd about letting a man I don’t even know wash me, but if he wanted to take advantage, he would have done it by now. Everything with him seems to be about keeping me safe. I don’t think anyone has ever worried about my safety. Not even my own mother.
I’d always spent more time worrying about hers. Even when I was as little as five, I was always trying to make sure she ate and cooked our meals. This is different. It’s nice, and I want to soak it up.
He starts to wash farther up my thigh, and my legs open a little for him. “You always just offer to pleasure women?” The question just pops out of my mouth, jealousy rearing its head again.
“No. I’ve never offered to pleasure a woman before,” he says simply. The cloth touches between my legs, his big hand making my thighs open wider for him.
I feel my breathing catch. I can barely look away from his hand between my legs, but when I look up, he’s looking at my face
.
“I only offer for you.” His other hand grip the side of the tub as he leans in a little. “I will only ever do that for you.”
Then he’s leaning in more, and I can’t look away from the gold in his eyes. His mouth lands on mine, and the gold blends to something else as our lips connect.
His mouth is strong but soft as he pushes his tongue into my mouth. I can feel the hunger and desperation in this kiss. Like he’s been starving for me, and with one touch he’s lost all control and is going to take every bit of the kiss he can get.
The hand between my legs drops the cloth, and I feel his finger slide between the lips of my sex. I gasp when he slides across my clit. He pulls his mouth away, resting his forehead against mine.
“Like this?” He half growls as he does it again, making my hips buck. I want to wiggle closer, needing the pressure. He touches me with a teasing softness. I want something harder.
“Yes, please,” I beg, opening my legs even wider, giving him all the room he might need.
“Tell me.”
I open my eyes to see him staring at me, waiting for me to tell him what I want.
“Harder.”
His presses his finger a bit firmer.
“Right there.” I cry out my head falling back as he picks up speed. The orgasm hits me fast and hard, making my whole body jerk. Bleu keeps up his motions, and I have to jerk back away from his hand as the sensations are too much.
The sound of a growl fills the bathroom and makes my eyes fly open. Bleu’s breathing is heavy and his face is hard, almost like he’s angry.
“I want more.” He stands, taking me with him, making me squeal as he lifts me from the bath in one quick motion. In a few short steps I’m on my back on his bed, my legs hanging over the side. He drops to his knees between my thighs and pulls my legs open.
“I’ve never done this before, but I will learn fast. I made you cum already. I’m sure I can do it again.” He licks his lips, moving in closer to my pussy.
“What do you mean you’ve never done this before?” I stare down at him between my legs. I sure as heck have never done this either. I stayed as far away from men as possible. The men my mom had coming and going never gave me the urge to even date.
The most I’ve ever done was with Timmy, who stole a kiss in the third grade, and I kicked him in the shin because his breath smelled like the cafeteria’s macaroni and cheese.
His hand comes up between my legs, and he parts my lips like he’s studying me. His other hand opens my legs a little more before trailing down my parted lips. Then he starts to push inside me, and I hear a grunt.
“Bleu,” I moan, my head dropping back on the bed, not caring about my question anymore. I feel his hot breath on my exposed clit.
“I’ve never touched a woman before, but I’ll practice a lot and be perfect for my mate,” he growls before his mouth lands on my clit.
Chapter 6 *Lola*
His mouth lands on my pussy, and I almost come off the bed at the touch. I’ve never had someone put their mouth there before, and it’s magical and a little embarrassing. But most of all, it’s freaking wonderful and I never want it to end.
He’s sucking on me, and while it’s aggressive, it’s still gentle, and I moan at the feeling. His tongue is everywhere, and suddenly so are his hands. Running up my thighs, pushing them wider apart, and then a finger slips inside me and he hums against my sensitive skin.
“Jumping Jesus,” I squeak when I feel him push another inside me.
Suddenly, he takes his mouth away, and I make a sound that’s a cross between a moan and a whine.
“Did I do something wrong?”
I look down and his eyes look almost all black. I shake my head emphatically. “No, no, no, no. It was exactly right. Please don’t stop.”
“You are mine, Lola. You say my name.”
Before I can ask him what he means, his hot mouth and tongue are back on me again and my eyes are rolling to the back of my head. I start to yell out something unintelligible, and then I realize what he meant. I love that he wants his name to leave my lips, so I say his name as I reach down and run my fingers through his hair.
“Yes, Bleu. Just like that.”
He growls against me, and I feel the fingers inside me, stretching and rubbing until he finds my sweet spot. I can hear how wet I get when he rubs it, so he must know it, too. Feeling my cheeks burn with heat, I try not to think about what he’s doing. Instead, I think about how vigorous he is about giving me pleasure and how he seems to love being down there. He can’t seem to get enough of me.
I close my eyes and arch my back, trying to raise my pussy up and take the orgasm that is so close. One of his big hands splays across my stomach, and he holds me down with his strength. The sheer power in that touch has me shivering with more desire than I thought possible. Being held down by him as he laps at my clit drives me wild.
My legs start to shake, and then they tense as the single greatest orgasm of my life rockets through me. I scream into the cabin, but the wooden walls absorb my cry. I say his name over and over as I give in to the pleasure he’s giving me, falling deeper for this man.
After a few moments, I feel the smile on my face grow as he gives me little kisses. I’m back on earth, and all my senses are coming back. I hear a strange sound and open my eyes. I look around the room, but after a second I realize what I’m hearing.
Looking down at where Bleu is kneeling at the end of the bed, I see his arm and shoulder working fast. I can’t see down between his legs, but from the sounds of it, I know exactly what he’s doing.
He’s got his eyes closed, and his face is still between my legs, inhaling my scent and taking little licks every now and then. As if he’s tasting me while he jerks off. The sight is too fucking hot, and I shouldn’t be turned on all over again watching him.
But there this giant man kneels, at my feet, jerking off his cock to the taste and smell of my pussy. Who wouldn’t want this? Who wouldn’t be turned on by this kind of power? That I drove him to such need.
I open my legs wider and pull my feet up on the bed to give him every inch of me. His eyes fly open and he growls, as if I might try to go somewhere. Our eyes stay locked as I watch his arm speed up, and I can’t stand it anymore. I need to see what he’s doing. His eyes are a bright gold color, and then turn a little black. It should be scary, but it’s only drawing me in. It’s only turning me on even more.
“Let me watch, Bleu,” I whisper. I should be shy about asking for it, but I’m ready to cum again from this sneaky act, and I don’t care.
He slides two fingers up to my pussy and slips them inside me again. There’s no pinch of pain this time, so he must have worked me over pretty good when he was eating me out before.
Keeping his fingers in me, he works them in and out as he leans back a little so I can see down to his lap.
I audibly gasp as I see his long, thick cock disappear into his fist and then peek out of the top. He grips it roughly at the same pace he penetrates me with his fingers. It’s almost like he’s actually having sex with me at the same time he jerks off.
It’s so dirty and feels so wrong, but I can’t stop my hips from moving with his fingers. I push down on them when he presses inside me, and I act as if I’m having sex with his hand. I ride his fingers as if they’re the big cock in front of me, and I moan when I see pearls of cum leak out of the tip.
He leans in every so often to rub his face between my legs. He doesn’t lick me or try to suck my clit, he just rubs it on him. It’s as if he’s trying to get my scent on him as he pleasures himself. The sight is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen, and I can’t hold back much longer.
Reaching down, I rub my clit as he jerks off. His big body, the dark hair covering his chest, leading down to his cock, is so strong and sexy. Seeing his dick, I lick my lips and think about taking him into my mouth or into my body. I clench around his fingers, and he must feel it because he growls the second I do it.
I’m rewarded for my effort not a moment after I loudly shout my pleasure. And somewhere in the back of my mind, I’m thankful that we’re in a remote cabin.
My eyes don’t move from the tip of his cock as he slips his fingers from my channel and brings them to his mouth. He moves over me and cum jets out onto his stomach as he sucks my pussy juice off his digits and orgasms all over himself.
I watch with held breath as his thick cum coats the dark hair there. He keeps jerking his cock. His eyes are closed and he moans around his fingers as his huge cock releases onto his stomach.
“Oh my,” I whisper, and it’s enough to snap him out of his trance. I regret it, wanting him to enjoy his orgasm as much as I just enjoyed mine. But when I see the look in his eyes, regret is the last thing I’m feeling.
Chapter 7 *Bleu*
I have the scent of her all over my face, but I need more. Cumming on myself wasn’t what I wanted, but I had to release. If not, I would have taken her roughly, and I want to go slow. But now, seeing that she watched me, I need her all over again. It’s as if I never came. My balls ache to have her. I fought it the whole time I was tasting her pussy, the warm sticky juice like honey to me.
“Lola.” My voice is husky, and I see her shiver again with desire when I say her name. I’ve been dreaming about this for days. Finally tasting my mate. Giving her pleasure and everything she could want. Nothing prepared me for the reality. If I thought the need for her before was hard to control, I was very, very wrong.
“Take me, Bleu. I’ll give you whatever you need.” Her legs part even more, opening just for me.
Her words of submission make my bear come forward. He wants to mate, and I’m not sure Lola understands what that means. I can’t explain it to her now, I’m too close to the edge. Right now, I need to claim her as mine, and that’s the only thing that will make me sane again.
