Warlock and the Bear

by Mina Carter

  He rumbled in approval… and clamped his lips around her clit to suck hard. She screamed as she shattered apart, her hips bucking as her body clenched hard. He growled and kept going, stretching out her release until she lay pliant and shuddering on the cool countertop.

  He was gone for a moment and she wondered why, turning her head to see him turn off the pasta sauce. She blinked. How the hell had he remembered such a thing when she could barely remember her damn name?

  Then he was back, gathering her up into his arms to walk through the ground floor.

  “Bedroom,” he ordered softly.

  “Top of the stairs, first on the left.”

  That was the sum total of their conversation. But with each step he took up the stairs, she felt the tension between them stretch to breaking point. Shouldering open the door, he gave the room a cursory glance before crossing to the bed and laying her on it. Her back had barely hit the cool sheets before he was over her, that big, hard body braced on his hands as he claimed her lips in a quick, hard kiss.

  She murmured in pleasure, tasting herself on him, and slid her hands through his hair. She loved his hair. But before she was finished kissing him, he pulled away, a wry little chuckle in the back of his throat as he stood up.

  “If I don’t get inside you soon, I think I’ll fucking explode,” he admitted, hands virtually tearing his fly open. His cock sprang free, and she realized two things. One, he went commando and two, he was frigging huge.

  “Don’t worry, beautiful… I’ll go slow,” he promised as he caught her wide-eyed look.

  “Moon, no…” she breathed, motioning him closer. Just the sight of him had her wet with need again. She’d always liked her men on the big side, and half the battery-operated boyfriends in her bottom drawer were marketed as ‘extra girthy’ so she wasn’t intimidated by his size.

  “Fair’s fair,” she smirked up at him. “Come here.”

  It was his turn to look stunned as she hooked a finger in the jeans that rode low on his hips and pulled him toward her. Before he’d finished taking the step, she ran her tongue up the underside of his shaft and murmured in pleasure as his taste exploded on her tongue. A second later she’d wrapped her lips around him and sank down over the broad head of his cock.

  He was… yeah, huge, and she hummed in pleasure, barely able to fit him all in. So, she wrapped her hands around him as well and stroked his shaft as she sucked. He swore, his hands shaking as he drove them into her hair, holding her still as she sucked him off.

  She’d barely managed to bob her head down over him a couple of times before he swore and pulled her off him. A second later, she was flat on her back again, with him looming over her, his hard knee parting her thighs roughly.

  “Any more of that, and I won’t last,” he panted, a rough edge to his voice as he reached between them to fit the head of his cock against her. “And much as I want that, I want to fuck you more. I want the first time I come with you to be when I’m balls deep inside you.”

  She nodded but didn’t get chance to say anything. With a roll of his hips, he filled her in one hard thrust that left them both gasping in pleasure.

  She clung to his shoulders as she felt herself stretched wide and tight around his invading cock. It felt wonderful, perfect… so perfect that it felt like being home. Like he was the other half of her soul.

  She looked up at him, stunned to see the same expression mirrored on his face. Then he closed his eyes and groaned, grinding his hips against hers. His cock pulsed and throbbed deep within her, distracting her from the troublesome thoughts.

  “You feel so good,” he murmured in a rough voice, bracing himself on a forearm next to her head and pulling his hips back. He drove back in a second later, the movement a slip-slide of pure sensation and pleasure. “So hot and tight. So fucking wet for me.”

  She bit her lip. Whimpered as she moved with him. Each heavy thrust sent showers of sparks through her blood, adding to the hard pleasure coiling between her thighs.

  “You wanna talk or screw?” she demanded on a pant, drawing him down for a hard kiss. Times like these she wanted it hard and fast.

  Slow and gentle was for mates. Was for spooning in bed and mating bites. For a second, just a split second, she imagined that with Morgan. With the big warlock wrapped around her, taking her from behind as he bit down on her shoulder.

  “Fuck me,” Morgan breathed as her body clenched hard around him. His movements stuttered but then he sped up. But he didn’t stop talking, even as each thrust slammed the headboard against the wall behind. “You’re fucking beautiful. I’ve always wanted to see you like this. Spread out under me as you take my cock.”

  He moved, sliding a hand between them to stroke her clit, and between one second and the next, it was too much for Lilly. She shattered apart, screaming his name, as the biggest orgasm she’d ever had slammed through her.

  “Fuck!” He growled, sliding his hand free and under her to yank her hips up to his. His thrusts were harder, stronger, elongating the crashing waves of pleasure as they drowned her in ecstasy. She didn’t have the brain power to marvel at his strength.

  But within seconds, his thrusts altered. He slammed into her one last time and stiffened. His teeth grazed her neck as he growled his release into her hair, his cock jerking and pulsing as he bathed her inner walls with his white-hot seed.

  She couldn’t stop the smile as she came down from the biggest high she’d ever had.

  She’d fucked hot Morgan Jones. And he wasn’t as good as the gossips all said he was.

  He was better.

  OH EM GEE! You didn’t!

  Lilly smiled as the message from Kacie popped up on her cell, shortly followed by one from Kait. The squee emoji. All she’d done was message them that she’d done it, and they’d known exactly what she meant.

  She’d done it with Morgan Jones. And not just once. Many times. The man was insatiable. Lilly bit her lip as memories of the previous night rolled through her mind, sending shimmers of heat sashaying through her blood.

  Moving around the kitchen, she filled the coffee machine with water and opened the cupboard with the filters and coffee in it. Her cell pinged again. It was a message from Kacie again.

  Kacie: So, what was it like? Doing the dirty with a warlock.

  Lilly sighed and shook her head, but Kacie was still typing.

  Kacie: OMG, I can’t believe I just said that. But are warlocks different from bears in the sack?

  Lilly picked a filter out of the packet and slotted it into place. Her next glance at the screen showed little typing dots next to Kait’s name.

  Kait: 3 weeks ago you didn’t know either existed. Shut up and let her talk, would you?

  Lilly grabbed her phone, rapidly thumb-typing. What do you mean, what’s it like? They don’t have 2 dicks, you know!?

  Kacie: Well dammit, ruin my fantasy, why don’t you? Wait… are there any like non-human peeps with 2 dicks? What about the abominable snowman? I bet he’s got 2 dicks.

  Kait: FFS Kace, you’re obsessed with dicks. Perhaps we should tell Dean…

  Kacie: Bite me, bitch. NOT YOU LILLY!

  Lilly sniggered as she spooned coffee into the filter, adding an extra scoop for good measure. She liked her coffee strong in the morning. Like strong enough to peel her skull back from the eyeballs and galvanise brain cells with lightning.

  No, she typed after dropping the lid down and turning the machine on. No peeps with 2 dicks as far as I know. And the ab.snowman is a myth. Like the Easter bunny. Not everything in movies are real, you know?

  Kait: For reals? What about vampires?

  Kacie: PLEEEEASE tell me there are elves. Or pixies. Gotta be fairies of some type.

  Lilly opened a cupboard and retrieved a couple of mugs before replying.

  There are vamps, but they’re way more dangerous than the ones in film. And yes to elves, fairies, and pixies.

  Kacie: Really? HOW CUTE!

  Lilly laughed. Pixies are a
ssholes, though, and not tiny. They’re like badass tattooed punks. Usually stay in cities.

  Kacie: :(

  Kait: Dragons?

  Lilly didn’t bother to answer for a moment as she left the mugs lined up and turned around, nibbling her lip. Perhaps she should make breakfast? Morgan had made pancakes yesterday. Even though he’d cleaned up after himself, she had smelled them when she got in.

  She was still kicking herself for that one. Never mind the embarrassment of waking up with some dude’s hand between her thighs as he made her come, she’d missed out on pancakes by storming out. That was like breaking Bear Girl Rules 101.

  Her eyes fluttered closed as her mind gave her a replay of waking up with Morgan touching her. Of him making her come. Her eyes opened for her gaze to collide with the island, and her cheeks heated. All the things they’d done… How many times they’d done it. The man had been insatiable. And absolutely dedicated to her pleasure.

  She bit her lip as she turned back around to check the coffee, savoring the warmth that spread from the center of her chest. They were good together, in bed, at least. He was a kind and generous lover one moment, fierce and demanding the next. The dichotomy confused but delighted her, and her bear, the utter tart, was besotted with him.

  Perhaps it could work between them, she mused as she watched the drip-drip-drip of the coffee pot. She wrapped her arms around herself, a smile on her lips.

  She hoped so. She really hoped so.

  Chapter 7

  The hot water hit his skin in a storm of a thousand tiny needles. Morgan hissed in pleasure, closing his eyes as the spray played over him. Like most bear’s, Lilly’s home was a haven of luxury, from the sumptuous and tactile fabrics she’d used for her soft furnishings, to the elegant and warm woods of the flooring.

  Everything was picked with a purpose and her own taste in mind. Truly a bear’s lair. And obviously she liked a power shower. A little bit of pain with her pleasure. A small quirk hit his lips. He’d picked that up over the last few nights they’d been together. The little sounds she’d made as he pinned her down, nipped her lip or earlobe softly almost had him coming on the spot, it was so erotic. His memory supplied him with an instant replay of the night before.

  God, she was awesome. He’d never met a woman so in tune with her sensuality, or so giving. Anything he’d wanted, she’d been down for. Not that he was particularly kinky, but sometimes a guy didn’t want to stop and ask permission to do something. Or even worse, feel like he had to persuade his partner. Those were games for teenagers. He wanted a woman just as into sex as he was.

  Lilly was that woman. She’d met him, more than matched him, and left him wanting far more.

  He’d known being with her would be mind-blowing, had suspected it from the moment he’d met her. And he’d wanted her the moment he’d laid eyes on her. Who wouldn’t? She was tiny, curvy and utterly gorgeous. More than that. She was strong and a kickass enforcer. But it wasn’t just about physical strength or being a bear. Even if she’d been garden-variety human, he had no doubt she’d still have been a powerful woman who knew her own mind.

  Those were the things that drew him to her like a moth to flame.

  Plus the fact she really didn’t give a shit about his looks. Actually, it was especially that. Morgan wasn’t stupid. He knew how he looked. Most women he met started drooling as soon as they saw him and made no bones about propositioning him. Hell, he’d had underwear and scraps of paper with numbers scrawled onto them stuffed into his waistband walking down the damn street in broad daylight. It was embarrassing, and he hated it. Not that most guys understood. Usually they laughed at him, then told him to enjoy the attention, not even getting it when he pointed out that if he was female and they’d been male, most of them would have been arrested on the spot.

  It was a double standard that made his teeth ache from gritting them so damn much.

  But Lilly had never treated him like that. Never expressed an interest. Hell, half the time she knocked him down a peg or two, in scathing verbal attacks that totally cut him down to size.

  He’d always wondered about it. About why the one woman who didn’t seem to want him was the only one he wanted.

  But now he’d had her. The smile spread over his lips as she stepped into the bathroom to brush her teeth and he could ogle her underwear clad figure again. Now he’d had her, and he knew that sharp tongue and disinterested act were just that. An act.

  She was as into him as he was into her.

  “Hey beautiful,” he rumbled, catching her gaze in the mirror. “Come here often?”

  The line was so bad he got a smile out of her. Quickly, she finished her teeth and turned around, leaning back against the vanity to boldly eye him up and down.

  “With a view like this, I’ll have to make sure to come more often.”

  Just like that, the atmosphere in the small room went from teasing to crawling with sexual tension.

  “Oh, I’m all for more coming.” He lifted his hand to beckon her, the other lazily fisting his already hard cock in lazy strokes.

  “You’ll get me wet,” she chided, but crossed the distance between them.

  “That’s the idea.” He grinned, reaching out to haul her into the shower with him. It was one of those walk-in types, with two sheets of glass, so it was easy to pull her in. She squeaked in mock-outrage but didn’t fight him, even though they both knew she easily could.

  “I don’t know why you bothered to put these pretty things on,” he told her as he dragged his lips up with side of her throat. He held her to him, her back to his chest, with one hand as he quickly and efficiently stripped her of her underwear.

  She giggled, the sound low and sexy, and ground her ass back against his groin. He was forced to pause, his hand filled with her soft breast, and count to ten before he could carry on. Gods, she affected him like no other woman.

  He carried on kissing her neck, the water cascading over both of them as he shoved her feet further apart. A hand on her hips tilted them back to just the right angle. They both moaned as he eased inside her. A slow, slick ride of pure sensation.

  “Oh fuck,” Lilly whispered, clutching at the shower screen. Her knuckles whitened as he thrust in, balls deep. He rested his forehead against the back of her neck, until his eyes uncrossed. Buried in her tight, wet heat was a special kind of heaven. One he knew he’d never find again. Ever. She was it. He could easily fall in lo…

  He pushed the thought away quickly. He didn’t do the L word. He wasn’t in love. He never fell in love. If he loved someone, then they left him.

  Lifting his head, he picked up the pace. Started to drive into her hard and fast, chasing the ecstasy he knew fucking her could bring. She growled and pushed back against him, clenching hard around him until his eyes crossed.

  But two could play at that game. A wicked grin crossed his lips as he reached for the shower head, unhooking it and snaking it around her body.

  “Oh fuck…” She whimpered as the needle spray of the water hit her clit. She squirmed in his hold, as though trying to get away from the spray but parting her thighs wider at the same time. He grinned and fucked her harder. Faster.

  It didn’t take long, no more than a minute or two, before he felt the tell-tale tightening of her body as her climax approached. He didn’t give her any mercy. Instead, he sped up, ruthlessly pushing her up and over the edge.

  She screamed his name as she shattered with pleasure around him. The tight silken sheath clenched around him, clamping down so hard he swore. With a growl, he fucked her through the orgasm and into the next. Only then did he growl, fire racing down his spine to encircle his balls, and allow himself to follow her into ecstasy.

  Anderson was either really clever or as dumb as a rock.

  Lilly sighed to herself as she nodded to Will Reed, her relief for the twenty-four hour watch the enforcer team had on Anderson and his merry little band. She’d been following him since this morning, and so far, all she’d discovere
d was that the guy was every stereotype of a small-town cop. All of them. Every. Single. One. The sort of caricature found on low-budget shows to signal the setting was small-town Hicksville.

  Anderson wasn’t a cop. He was just playing one. He drove around in his patrol car, looking the part. The trouble was, he used the same route each and every day.

  As kids, it had been awesome. They’d all known where Anderson, then a deputy, was going to be. And as a kid intent on getting into trouble, that knowledge was invaluable. Hadn’t helped with the enforcer team though. She grimaced. As a kid she’d been convinced they were somehow telepaths, because they’d always turned up just at the point she and her friends were thinking about doing something that would get them into trouble.

  Edwins, the crabbiest bear ever, had headed up the enforcer team back then. She’d been sure the old bastard had hated her. He’d been harder on her than any of the other kids. Now, of course, she realized he’d spotted her potential. He’d even named her as his replacement before he’d died, a fact that still warmed her heart. She often swung by his grave. Not the one in the neat human cemetery, but his real one in the clan’s sacred burial ground in the woods.

  Anderson was no Clarence Edwins, that was for sure.

  She’d spent the morning watching him ‘investigate’ the theft of Mrs. Howden’s prize bantam, George. Since everyone in town knew of the rivalry between Mrs. Howden and Mr. Moore when it came to breeding birds, she’d bet her ass that they’d find George happily pecking at feed in Mr. Moore’s garden.

  But so far, Anderson had ummed and ahhed, double-checked the damaged cage and finally suggested that local foxes might be to blame. Finally, he’d retreated to the cafe for coffee and donuts and read the daily news. Obviously, he needed to relax after such a high-stakes and complex investigation.

  But other than that, he’d done nothing noteworthy. She hissed in frustration as she walked down the street, pulling her cap down low over her eyes as a car passed her. She wasn’t worried they, or Anderson, would notice her. Not with the aversion charms Morgan had given the whole team. Hell, if she hadn’t been wearing hers to allow her to see through the illusion cast by the others, she wouldn’t have even recognized her own team.