Reinicke (Bear Shifter Dating Agency Romance) (Bear Dating Agency Book 5)

by Becca Fanning

  I felt his head ,checking for a fever, but he didn’t feel hot. I went back into the bathroom and came back with some ointment and bandages. I still had so many questions, but they could wait. What was important was that he was safe. I washed off the dried blood on his side, then put some of the ointment on his wound.

  His eyes shot open, bright and full of fury. He let out a pained yelp and he grabbed me. With one arm he pulled me through the air over him and onto the bed. I looked up and he was on top of me.

  Growling.

  His eyes looked down on me, and they weren’t blue anymore. They were bright gold. He opened his mouth to bare his teeth, and I saw huge canines reach past the rest of his impeccable teeth.

  I clamped my eyes shut, not wanting to see anymore. I don’t know what I thought would happen, but I braced for it. “Mr. Sedgwick, please…” I said.

  The growl stopped. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. His eyes were blue, and he looked down on me, mortified. He pulled his hands back and looked down at them. I saw tears well up in his eyes.

  “Oh God,” he said. “I’m so sorry Melanie,” he said, back off me. He half turned and stumbled into the bathroom. He fell down on the bathroom floor and covered his face with his hand. “You need to go now, Melanie.”

  I sat up on the bed, not knowing whether to go help him or to bolt as fast as I could out the front door. I concentrated on my breathing, calming myself down. I realized that Mr. Sedgwick had just responded naturally to the pain. He wasn’t going to hurt me.

  “I’m not leaving you,” I said. “We’re going to get you through this.” I walked to the bathroom and put my hand on his head and stroked his hair. I noticed now that he was dirty, and I didn’t want that wound to get infected.

  “Come on, let’s get you into the shower,” I said. With both of us struggling, he finally got to his feet. We lumbered over to the shower, and I opened the glass door.

  “Melanie…I can’t stand up in there by myself,” he said, his head hanging low. His body was exhausted, but he needed to get clean.

  “Fine, then I’m getting in with you,” I said. In the back of my head Kerry cackled with perverse glee. I did my best to control the blush that was coming over my face.

  “Mel, that’s not a good idea,” he said.

  My stomach fluttered. He called me Mel. He’d never done that before. It’d always been my proper name.

  “Mr. Sedgwick, I-“ I said.

  “Michael,” he said. “Just call me Michael. I have a rule that if you’ve seen me naked, you can’t call me Mr. Sedgwick.” His tired smile was endearing, finding a way to lighten the mood through his exhaustion.

  “Well, Michael,” I said, letting the name sit on my tongue a moment, “We’re going to get you cleaned up, and that’s that!” I met his eyes, the deep blue I’d always dreamed about. He nodded, and looked away while I undressed.

  I pulled off my shawl and polka dot dress, folded them neatly and placed them on the vanity next to him. Then came my bra, giving wonderful release to my ample bosom. On some days, taking off my bra was the highlight, a wonderful release of tension and constriction. I pulled my panties off too, folded them quickly to hide the tiny spot of dampness on the front.

  Michael’s head turned, his nostrils flared. His eyes were still closed, yet his head tracked my damp panties as I placed them next to him.

  I looked down and saw his cock stir, slowly lengthening and engorging. I crossed my legs, trying to push down my natural urges. I knew we had to get him cleaned up while I still had some semblance of decency and self-control.

  We stepped into the shower under the running water. He leaned against me, his head down on my shoulder. I grabbed the shower gel and squirted a handful on my hand. I gingerly rubbed it down the back of his neck, feeling his hard, tense muscles quiver under the attention.

  “That feels so good, Mel,” he murmured against my neck. I couldn’t hear him as much as feel the vibrations of his words through my skin. His lips felt soft and full, and I needed them all over me.

  I concentrated on cleaning him off, my hands rubbing down his back, sides and ass. He’s always had a fantastic ass, and I wanted to make sure it was sneaky clean now. I grabbed handfuls, massaging the soap into his hard flesh. I loved how it fit my hands perfectly, the edges of my fingertips reaching the soft cleft underneath where his ass meets his legs.

  His lips parts and he rubbed his teeth against my neck. He began nibbling on my neck and moaning.

  I felt something lift and press against my clit. I looked down. Oh.

  Michael pushed me back against the edge of the shower, pinning me in place with a newfound strength. His nibbling on my neck became a hard bite, and I cried out. He pulled his mouth off my neck and he flared his nostrils again.

  This was the most thrilling experience I’d ever had. The intimacy. The danger. The raw sexual power. My body was ready and willing for this alpha stud to take, to make me his. My pussy flowed like a river, though in the shower I could barely tell.

  But Michael could. He sniffed his way down my body, his salt and pepper stubble scratching my chest, my nipple, my belly. Finally he was crouched in front of me, his face at my sex. He inhaled, smelling my essence, my desire, my lust for him. He opened his eyes, looking up at me with golden pupils. Farther down I could see the purple crown of his massive, erect cock.

  His golden eyes went half-lidded as he pressed his mouth to my aching sex. I let out a cry when his lips made contact. I covered my mouth with my hand, and moaned in ecstasy as his tongue made long slow laps at my pussy. Up and down. Up and down. He’d flick the tip of his tongue against my clit on each upswing. His hands dug into my hips, keeping me pinned against the side of the shower.

  I wanted to lift my leg, to put it over his shoulder to give him better access, but he just growled when I tried to move his hand. He had his prize, and he was just getting started.

  His tongue separated my labia and ran up between them, giving a full lick to my swollen nub.

  I cried out again into my hand, coming hard. I buckled at the knees, but he kept me pinned against the shower. My hand grabbed the back of his head and I ground my pussy against his mouth, flooding it with my juices. He lapped them up eagerly, not wanting a drop of my essence to get past his hungry mouth.

  My whole body trembled, recovering from the amazing orgasm I just had. My hand stroked his hair, and I looked down at him as he continued to softly lick me. I saw how his hard cock strained against his belly, how his balls hung full and low. His need was desperate, and I couldn’t leave him like that. My hand pulled him up by the chin and I pushed him back along the other wall of the shower.

  His golden eyes blinked at me, then he tilted his head back as I began kissing and nibbling my way down his neck. I let my tongue swirl around his nipple, his small hairs tantalizing me. I moved further down, my tongue blazing a trail down to his belly button, a firm innie.

  His mouth open, be began panting heavily as my hands got down to his huge swinging cock. The head was a deep dark purple, the shaft a pale ivory. A thin smattering of salt and pepper hair clung to the base. I could see a small dribble of white fluid leaking out of the tip. I bent my mouth down to clean him off.

  I parted my lips, taking the head in, enjoying the sudden crowded sensation in my mouth. I licked his salty gift off the end of his rod, but it was soon replaced by more, his pre-cum a never ending fountain. I wondered how long he’d been backed up, how long since he’d had relief.

  My hands went to his balls, cupping them and feeling their weight. They were huge, full, and hung low. I massaged them, rolling them in my hands while I worked his shaft with my mouth. I felt them pull up against his body.

  I sucked him, hard. I opened my mouth wider and tried to fit even more of him into my mouth, down my throat. As soon as I was comfortable with his girth and length, I began pumping my mouth up and down his length, letting my tongue play under his glans.

  He tilted his head back and roare
d, his knees taking on a slight bend like he was about to jump. I felt his orgasm begin in his balls, which contracted upward with a muscular pulse. My lips shook as a shockwave went through the base of his cock and exploded into my mouth. Pulse after pulse of hot cream filled my mouth. My senses were filled with his musk, his scent, his salty seed. I swallowed obediently, happy to service him and relieve his need.

  His head was tilted back, his eyes still closed. He was breathing heavily. Slowly.

  I had a feeling he’d sleep the best sleep of his life now, so it was time to get him into bed. I turned the shower off and stepped out. “Let’s get you into bed, Michael,” I said.

  I walked into the bedroom to get the bed ready for him, pulling the towels off it and pulling the comforter back. I turned to help him get out of the shower.

  He was standing right behind me. His golden eyes looked at me.

  I took a step back, my knees hitting the bed. “Oh, you’re feeling better,” I said. My words faded as my eyes went down to his prick. Still fully erect. How was that possible?

  Michael stepped closer to me, his eyes focused on my trimmed sex. His nostrils flared again, and a low guttural growl came from his lips.

  That sound did something to me. It was clear that he wasn’t finished with me yet. Me servicing him had relieved him, but hadn’t sated his animal lust. He stepped even closer, his prick bumping against my belly and smearing a line of pearl jam across my stomach.

  His mouth found mine, his hands wrapping around me and pulling me into him. His tongue parted my lips savagely, and his tongue staked its claim.

  I wrapped an arm around his neck, needing to pull his face closer to mine, needing to kiss him deeper than was possible. My other hand stroked his hardness, soon slick with his pre-cum. The taste of his virility was still in my mouth, the smell of his lust still in my nose.

  He pushed me down onto the bed, my legs falling open. He grabbed both my ankles and pulled them up, planting one on each of his shoulders. He pushed forward, my ass rising off the mattress to meet his massive cock.

  My hands grabbed the edge of the bed, and my head went to the side. On the other side of the room was a huge bay window, the curtains drawn back. Hanging in the black sky above was the full moon, a beacon to all in defiance of the darkness.

  Michael rammed home, slamming into me with one rough thrust. There was no gentleness, there was no compassion. He was a wild animal whose balls commanded him to mate. His need was wanton, and his grunts were primitive as he plough into me with his huge member.

  I loved every second of it. Being taken by this stud, overcome with his animal urges and casting propriety to the wind. Fuck propriety. Fuck appearances. Just keep fucking me.

  And he did. As he was still standing, he had excellent leverage when he slammed down into me, and soon the bedsprings were making an incredible noise in the bedroom. We were like a machine, a constant in and out of power and bestial lust. I pulled my knees lower against my chest, giving him more room to slam into me.

  He pulled one ankle across my body and now both were on his left shoulder. This pressed my thighs together against my clit, building delicious pressure with each forceful penetration.

  I grabbed a pillow and buried my face into it as I came, white lightning shooting through me as this alpha male took me without emotion. I felt my tunnel get even slicker, and he began to slip in and out even faster. My poor clit, well abused in the shower, was now positively on fire from all the hammering.

  Michael growled and pulled my ankles off his shoulders, pulling my legs down and around him.

  I wrapped them around his hips, locking my ankles together behind him and trapping him inside me. He was balls deep inside me and I could feel his purple crown bumping against my cervix. It was a soul drenching pain, one I never knew I needed and didn’t think I could live without anymore.

  His hands went behind him and unlock my ankles so that he could continue fucking me with wild abandon. I grabbed his neck and pulled him down to me, my mouth attacking his. His cock in my pussy and his tongue in my mouth, I was in heaven. To be filled with a man like this, driven by pure passion. Just thinking about it was rocketing me towards another orgasm. But I had something else in mind first.

  Knowing that we were both beyond words, I pushed against him, interrupting his pounding. With him staggered back, I took the moment to flip over onto my hands and knees. My pussy was red and puffy, sore from the wonderful abuse this stud was giving me. A stream of my juices were leaking down my slit onto the comforter below.

  Michael didn’t waste a second, his animal brain assuming the dominant male position behind me. His hands grabbed my hips, his cock plunged past my wet eager lips as he rammed home. Taking me like every alpha male beast takes his bitch was too much for me. I lowered my head, further lowering myself in subservience to my dominant partner. I savored the sounds he made, the way his fingernails dug into my skin without care. The way his balls swung forward and smacked against my protesting clit. The feel of his sweat as it ran down his ripped body and formed a little pool in the small of my back.

  Bending forward down against me, he now just rammed his pelvis into me, trying to get as deep as he could. His head was next to mine, and I could see his face pull back in a grimace as he pulled back his head and howled.

  I felt him ram home one last time, then he exploded inside me, filling my womb with his hot sticky seed. His cock pulsed and pulsed, a seemingly unending amount of cum being sent into me. Filled to the brim, his balls continued to contract, wanting to fill his bitch with as much seed as he could, to impregnate this willing female as every male creature does.

  He collapsed off me, falling to the side to lay next to me. I turned my head to look over at him and saw his golden eyes shift to dark blue. He breathed deeply, his hand coming up to stroke my face.

  I caught his hand and kissed it. “I don’t know what just happened, but it was incredible. I’ve never felt like that before,” I said.

  “Neither have I,” he said, leaning in to softly kiss me on the lips.

  “You should get some rest now,” I said, getting up to leave.

  His hand grabbed my wrist and he pulled me back down to lie next to him.

  “Stay,” he said.