She smiled as she rolled her window down and enjoyed the crisp fall breeze coming into the window. Catching the blurred view of the tall, thick redwoods as their branches reached high in the sky she wanted to get out of the truck and run through them. In forty-eight hours something had changed in her.
Honey, fish and Cord, three things she believed she shouldn’t have. Three things that weren’t good for her. However, they were the three things that had awakened a hibernating animal inside her core. It was as if she’d never truly lived until she’d arrived back in Den County.
Where has your life been headed all this time, Rena.
Right here.
Just yesterday she’d been thinking that since she was feeling better, she would be able to go home and get her old job back. She peeped at Cord and knew that she’d need to do some serious re-evaluating of her life.
Slowing the truck, barely, Cord turned onto a dirt path. The driveway led to a cabin that was very different from her grandmother’s. It was spread wider, taking up a larger area of the forest with a second floor. The lawn around it was so well manicured and trimmed she would have sworn someone cut it by hand with a pair of shears. Instead of a wraparound porch like her grandmother’s, it was complimented by flagstone walkways and patio. It was definitely all male. There wasn’t a single flower around the home to make it ‘pretty.’ This was a breathtaking, but masculine domain.
Screeching to a halt, Cord shut off the truck then jumped out. At her door, he yanked it open. She thought he would take her hand and help her out the vehicle but he stood back as if he were afraid to touch her.
Sliding out of the big truck, she stood before him.
“My house is unlocked. My bedroom is upstairs. Wait for me there. I suggest if there is any piece of clothing you’re wearing that you don’t want ripped to shreds you remove it before I get there.”
The tension in his body was almost palpable. She couldn’t help but notice the death grip he had on the passenger side door.
Figuring he needed a little space, and time, she gave him a sharp nod then stepped around him, ensuring she didn’t brush against him. Walking up the stone path, she didn’t allow herself to look back at him.
She didn’t want him to see the pleading look in her eyes. Now that she was more than an arm’s reach away from Cord she could feel the nervousness in her core. She wondered if he was second guessing being with her. Things had gone so fast since the softball game. Maybe they were rushing things.
The thought that she should go back to the truck and ask him to take her back to her grandmother’s house, rose in her mind. However, it was quickly overtaken by the need still bubbling in her core.
Not to mention the voice inside of her yelling ‘no’.
At the front door of the cabin, she turned the handle and entered the dwelling. In his living room there was a long couch that sat before a state-of-the-art flat screen SMART television including surround sound equipment. Similar to her grandmother’s cabin, there were shelves filled with more movies than a video store. Shutting the door behind her, she moved deeper into the room and saw the two high back chairs that sat before his fireplace and a chess set on a small table between them.
Not interested at the moment in touring the rest of the house, she followed Cord’s directions and took the stairs to the second level—a loft with a smaller couch and television was there with a second, smaller fireplace. It overlooked the living room downstairs.
At the far end of the area was an archway. Beyond it she could see a large bed, bigger than any king-size bed she’d ever seen. Four adults could probably sleep comfortably in it without touching the person beside them. Once she was in the room, she took in the cinnamon and emerald decorations. There was a dresser with a mirror, plus a nightstand, but not many other things to clutter the space. The only other door besides the bathroom was the one that led to a patio with a breathtaking view of the woods.
Turning back to the bed, she found herself transfixed by the painting on the wall above his bed. It was of a river that appeared to be the one that ran through Den. However, the section of it that was captured in the frame was a dock similar the one at the end of her grandmother’s property.
From the view of the artist, the dock seemed both within reach yet too far away to truly touch. There was something about the scene that tugged at her heart and made it ache. Then she noticed the signature in the corner, Genma B. Her grandmother was the artist. Taking a deep breath, she released the emotion and refocused on her task at hand. Even with the momentary separation from Cord, she still wanted him.
Not really caring about her clothing, she removed them mainly to prove to him how much she desired him. Tomorrow may bring a about a conversation they needed to have about what all this meant, but tonight she just wanted to feel.
~YH~
Cord felt like he was about to come out of his skin—literally and figuratively. He didn’t want to send Rena away, but his bear was too close to the surface. Cord feared that if he didn’t let him out it would cause him to tear down his own house fucking Rena. Not that the human male part of him saw that as an issue, he wanted her just as bad as his bear wanted to mark her.
But, Cord needed to quell the madness just a little. Moving to the back of his cabin, he shed his remaining clothes quickly and shifted with a simple thought letting his bear free. For a moment his bear paused and glanced at the door that led into his kitchen, but Cord nudged him and sent him on his way.
No more than ten minutes later, he was back at his home. Reclaiming his human form, he gathered his clothing and shoes and entered the kitchen. Dropping the stuff in the laundry room, he moved through his kitchen to get to the steps that would lead him to his room. To Rena.
Even though she’d only been in his house a short while, her scent was already woven into the fabric of his home. The run had calmed him some, but it had not removed the desire he had for her. Nothing could do that.
At the archway of his bedroom, he considered heading to his shower first, removing some of the sweat covering his body and possibly helping to balance him a little more.
“Every time I smell the woodsy scent of white fir and nutmeg it brings the image of you to my mind…erotic, hot images of you that will incite my blood and warm me from the core out.”
Her gaze had been fixed on something beyond the window and he’d believed her unaware of his presence. However, it was a foolish thought with her Were senses kicking into full gear. A bear shifter could locate their mate anywhere. Rena had tagged him and that knowledge almost brought him to his knees.
Inhaling deeply then exhaling, he observed her. His mate. She was a beguiling beauty lounging nude in the center of his big bed. Her thick, ebony curls were spread across his pillows. Passing the arch, he allowed his gaze to travel lower on her body. Taking in the sight of places he had touched in his truck but not seen.
Her high full breasts were drawn tight at the tips. “Are you cold?”
Bringing her gaze around to him, she smiled, her eyes still golden. “No.” The heat in her stare let him know that it was desire that caused her nipples to tighten.
Continuing his perusal, he took in her narrow waist and flared hips. Ready to take in the bare seat of her womanhood, something caught his eye. Glancing to the right of her sex and resting above her hipbone he saw a mark.
Catching his stare, she looked down. “My birthmark. It’s a little odd shaped but it’s where I get my nickname, Red.”
Gazing at the mark that was as red as a ripe strawberry, he didn’t find it weird, but remarkable. It was a small replica of a bear paw. “Does everyone in your family have a similar marking?”
She shook her head. “Nope, just me.” Wrinkling her nose, she peeped down at it again. “I knew a girl in college that had a birthmark on her knee in the shape of a heart. I always thought it was better than whatever this is supposed to be.”
Cord didn’t agree. Raising his gaze, he looked into her eyes and he shook his
head. “Yours is perfect. In some way it’s a symbol of who you really are.”
Laughing, she said, “I’m not sure how something that looks like the Hawaiian Islands can mean anything, but okay.”
Standing, at the foot of the bed, he beckoned her to him with a finger. “Come here, Red, and I’ll do my best to show you before the sun rises tomorrow.”
“Hmm.” She rose to her knees and moved down the bed to him. “I’m more than willing to let you show me whatever you like, tonight.”
“Later, I will remind you of your words.” He winked at her.
Leaning down, he kissed the red mark then swirled his tongue over the imprint, tracing it. Once he was sufficiently satisfied that he’d covered all of it, he dragged his tongue up her side, which he discovered was a tickle spot for her. Continuing on, he tasted the underside of her breast and traveled around it until he got to her nipple. Placing a kiss there, he moved upwards along her collar bone and neck until he got to her mouth.
Without touching her anywhere else, he kissed her. Reacquainting himself with her taste. It only took a moment for his lust to resurface in full force as if he hadn’t just gone for a run to calm himself.
With a growl, he broke off the kiss. “I want to taste your sweet pussy, Red Rena.”
He witnessed the shuttered breath she took as she kneeled before him.
“Do you want me to touch myself again?”
Hell, yes. It was his turned to shutter from the heat flaming his blood. “Not at the moment. Turn around and put your hands on the bed.”
Facing the head of the bed, she placed her hands on the mattress positioning herself on all fours. Giving him a saucy smile over her shoulder, she asked, “Like this?”
Yes. His bear growled within him.
I like it a lot. Cord and his bear agreed. No matter how many sexual positions there were, this one would always be the main one all male Were-bears desired above all others.
Instead, he said, “Lower.”
She dropped to her elbows, still staring at him.
“Lower.”
Her look became more beguiling as she not only stretched her arms out before her, bringing her upper body down to her shoulders, but she dipped her back so that her ass was curved high.
Staring at the plump, round, brown skin of her backside displayed before him, he had the urge to bow his head and sink his teeth into it, sharing the second mark as life mates. He resisted the act, barely. Using his hands, he pressed against the inside of her knees until she was spread wide with her pussy on exhibit before him.
Cream-coated brown folds were a gateway to the pink glistening slit beckoning him. He stepped up until his thighs bumped up against the thick mattress. Kneeling so that his nose was right at the beautiful vision before him, he drew closer and inhaled. Her spicy ambrosia was a titillating treat. Closing his eyes he strictly went with his olfactory sense—marking his soul with her bouquet.
He groaned.
“Touch me, Cord…please.” She pleaded.
Opening his eyes, he saw her arch just a little higher, wiggling her ass before him. No longer able to hold off the desire to have her, he set his tongue at the dip at the top of her clit. He licked up in a broad sweep collecting the nectar of her pussy, not stopping until he was up past the crease of her ass, then he started again.
Once, twice…he lost count after his eighth swipe. Rena’s taste was perfect, he could bury his tongue in her sex all night long and begin again the next day. Taking hold of her ass, he squeezed it and held her in the angle he wanted her as he pulled her cheeks and sex wider and rejoiced as she trembled in his hands.
“Oh….Cord…Cord,” she whimpered and chanted his name as she bucked backward against his face.
Swirling his tongue around her clit, he sucked the stiff nugget between his lips and flicked it.
When her cries started to build to words and phrases that were little more than moans and grunts, he pulled away wanting her on at the door of an orgasm, but not going through it.
She slapped her hands on the bed repeatedly, in frustrated excitement.
Licking up and down her slit, he teased her, not touching her clit or entering her sex.
“Pllllease…” She forced the one word out.
Yielding to her pleas, he pressed his tongue into the heart of her pussy and caressed her walls. He stroked the warm, slick skin discovering as many dips and curves as he could reach.
Pulling away, he captured her clit once more. This time he didn’t let up until she was coming.
Shaking violently, a cry, loud and hoarse, broke from her and filled the room.
Even as she was still held in the throes of ecstasy, he pushed her higher up the bed until there was room for him to climb up behind her. In less time than the instant it took him to shift, Cord was pushing inside of her.
Rena’s body was still quivering from her explosive orgasm, but he shoved deep into a placed that would only be his for the rest of their life.
“Yes,” she canted her hips back taking him further through her tight walls.
As a bear shifter, he knew that he was bigger than all human men. Not only in height and width of his shoulders but in the thickness and length of his cock, but she was his mate and he knew she could accommodate him.
Pulling out, he entered her again. Holding her hips, he continued to work himself into her until she’d taken all of him. The lips of her pussy pressed against his base.
Once there, he stilled his movements. As if of one accord, Rena paused as well. They both remained in the calm, the silence and enjoyed their union.
However, his bear wouldn’t give him more than seconds of peace before he was clawing and demanding Cord take her hard and mark her.
His bear wouldn’t settle for anything but his claim on his mate.
Neither would he.
Withdrawing briefly, he slammed back into her and began loving her—fucking her. Over and over he pounded into her as she dug her nails deep in his mattress and thrust in time with him.
“Yes-yes-yes-yes…Cord, doo-nnn’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.”
Never. The word exploded in his mind, his throat too tight to speak any further. His upper and lower canines were out, in place and ready. The saliva was pooling in his mouth even as his need for release was boring down on his gut, both preparing for her marking.
Sliding one arm around her waist, he brought her up until her back caressed his chest. Sweeping her curly, wild, black hair to the side, he bared her shoulder to him.
“Cord?” his name was a question, a slight hesitation from her.
However, it wasn’t enough to stop him, he and his bear were too far gone and there was only one goal and they would see it through.
Curling his lips back, he dropped his head and sank his teeth into the firm trapezius muscle availed to him. Instead of pulling away, she brought her hand up to the back of his head, holding him to her. The simple gesture welled up so many emotions inside him and caused the back of his eyes to burn.
~YH~
Rena screamed. The sound was torn from her, a blend of shock, disbelief and pleasure. Somehow in the instance before Cord bit her, she’d known what was going to happen. However, too late to stop it, she received it. Going beyond her own comfort zone, she wanted and took all the he had to offer.
Her satisfaction was toppling over beyond any ecstasy she’d ever experienced before. Cord hadn’t stopped thrusting his thick cock deep inside of her, throughout the entire act of biting her. Holding his head, she slid her other hand along his arm around her waist and linked her fingers with his as her third orgasm of the evening began to reach its peak.
At the peak of her pleasure, a vision unfolded before her eyes. The water in the painting before her flowed, small waves rolling along and splashing against the posts of the dock. However, unlike before, the dock wasn’t empty. There were two mature bears at the end of it, brown and one slightly bigger than the other.
Behind her, Cord gasped.
Had he seen it too?
She blinked and the bears were gone and the water motionless.
Us.
This time the voice she heard was different than the one in her core. It was deep and rough, male…Cord. Could he see he see what I saw? How can I hear him? Too many questions to think about, now. She shoved them into the back of her mind to ponder at a less amorous time.
Needing something, something she couldn’t explain to give her that final push she was working toward she received it at the feeling of Cord’s agile tongue gliding over the tender flesh of her shoulder.
Her sex squeezed his hard length, full and stretched, she came.
Thrashing against him, she celebrated as she felt the warmth of Cord’s seed coating her walls as he released a sound akin to a roar behind her.
Releasing her waist, he allowed her to drop to the bed. When she rolled to her back and stared up at the impressive male before her, he took her breath away. Broad shoulders, sharp cut muscles, rippling abs, narrowed hips all directed her gaze to one place, his meaty cock. Still hard and proud as if he hadn’t just found his own ecstasy. However, she wasn’t shocked, because her own stamina had her sex aching for him again.
“I’m not done with you, Red.” His voice was husky and rough.
Sitting up, she took hold of his cock. “Good to know since I have a few plans of my own for you.”
With no further warning, she took his hard length into her mouth. She sighed with her own satisfaction at the combined taste of him and her along her tongue and the feel of his hands buried in her hair, his finger pressed firmly against her scalp.
Feeling the barely harnessed passion of her man was all the encouragement she needed.
Chapter Nine
Awake, Rena kept her eyes closed as she took account of her body. Every muscle was achy and her sex tender, but Rena had never felt more satisfied than she did following a night with Cord. They’d made love so many times, in so many positions and places in his cabin she was amazed that it was still standing. They’d gone down for a late night snack and she’d found herself spread out on the kitchen table with Cord over her drizzling rivers of honey on her before he licked it off. She’d happily returned the favor on her knees in the center of his kitchen. When they’d followed that feeding frenzy up with a shower, he had taken her against the wall, her breasts pressed onto the cool tile with warm water running over her and a hot man thrusting into her. Finally, she’d boldly dragged him out onto the bedroom patio where she rode him under the moonlight with the crisp breeze caressing their skin. At some exhausted point, Cord had carried her into the room and tucked them both in bed where he held her until she fell asleep. Now, all those memories caused joy to flood her core and spread warmth throughout her body making her smile.
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