Cuffed & Claimed

by Lori King

  She wanted me to make love to her, but what she didn’t know was that no matter how rough and raw I was when we were together, it was always me loving her.

  Brittin unbuttoned my pants and lowered them to my knees, releasing my cock. When she wrapped her fingers around it, I groaned deeply, about to explode just from that simple touch.

  She worked the length of my cock in her hand, and I gritted my teeth in ecstasy.

  “Put me in your mouth, baby.”

  The way she looked up at me, her mouth opened, my cock poised at the entrance, had me so hot.

  She knew exactly how to get me worked up.

  Pre-cum leaked out of the tip of my cock, and I cursed as she licked it up. She sucked me into her mouth for long seconds, and I knew if she kept this up, I’d come far too soon.

  I pulled away from her, groaning at the loss of her hot, wet mouth, and tore at her clothes until she was naked. I finished removing the last of my clothing, needing to be as naked as she was.

  I cupped her waist with one hand— my bear right here with my human side, needing this like it needed to breathe fresh, mountain air when it shifted.

  “You want me to touch you, to make you feel good?”

  She nodded.

  I slid my hand between her thighs to discover her soaking wet pussy. “You’re so fucking wet for me, baby.”

  “Yes.” She released a sigh, opening her thighs even more.

  I groaned, unable to hold back as I moved farther down and circled that pussy hole. Moving my fingers up, I started to tease her swollen clit.

  She shook a little, and I closed my eyes, trying to rein in my desire. I wanted to last so I could at least be buried inside of her when I came.

  Spinning her around, I pushed her to the bed, spreading her thighs wide. Sinking to my knees this time, I opened the lips of her pussy with my thumbs on either side of her and stared at what was mine.

  She was so wet and her clit so swollen that I couldn’t help myself. Leaning in and inhaling deeply, I took in the scent of her and growled low. I flicked my tongue across the hard little nub at the top of her cunt, and we both moaned at the same time. The sounds she made were so fucking hot. I wanted to keep her like this forever, in this pleasure-induced coma.

  “God, you’re so fucking wet for me, baby.”

  She only made a soft sound of need, but that was all I needed to hear.

  I couldn’t even describe what that did to me, what she was doing to me now.

  Pre-cum ran in a long stream out of the tip of my shaft, and I felt it smear on the sheets, making them slick.

  “I need to be inside of you, baby.” I groaned and licked her clit again.

  She gasped, and I glanced up at her.

  Now that I knew she was mine, and would always be mine, my bear was like a monster inside me.

  I might be able to be tame for the woman I loved, but I’d always be an overly alpha bear shifter when it came to her. I’d always be obsessed and possessive when it came to the woman I loved.

  * * *

  Brittin

  * * *

  God. It feels so good.

  Law was between my thighs, licking my clit, and had me on the verge of getting off. He moved his tongue over my clit, sliding the muscle down to tease my pussy hole, then moving it back to repeat the process.

  “I need you.” And I did … desperately.

  “Fuck, I need to be inside of you, Brittin.”

  “Yes,” I moaned out.

  He gave my pussy one last lick before moving up the bed and kissing me hard. I tasted myself on his lips and tongue and found it so hot.

  He moved down and ran his tongue over my nipples, and I looked down to watch him as he did it. I wanted his cock inside me, wanted him to possess me in all ways.

  “Are you ready for me, baby?”

  I could only nod.

  He reached down and took hold of his dick. I couldn’t look away.

  I didn’t want to.

  “Fuck, I want you,” he groaned.

  “Law.” I said his name softly, moaning it like a plea.

  He kissed me softly.

  He rubbed his cock between my slit, up and down, teasing me. I gripped his huge biceps and dug my nails into his flesh.

  “Tomorrow, when you sit down, you’ll feel how sore your pussy is and remember why.”

  Oh. God.

  He pressed the tip of his cock to my pussy and stared into my eyes for only a second. And then he slammed every single inch of his thick, wide cock inside me in one fluid motion.

  I couldn’t deny that the stretch and fill of his cock in me had tears pricking my eyes.

  “Fucking hell, Brittin,” he groaned. After a second, he started moving in and out of me. “You’re so fucking tight and wet.”

  I dug my nails deeper into his flesh.

  He wrapped his arms around me, held me close, and really started thrusting in and out.

  Law was slow but thorough, showing me how much he loved me and how much he wanted to give me pleasure.

  I felt his cock jerk inside me right before he groaned. His cock was so big, so thick and long, that I felt every inch of him filling me. I felt the hard jets of his cum bathing my insides, claiming me, marking me. My pussy was stretched so wide, and I was so full, but it wasn’t enough.

  It would never be enough.

  It wasn’t just the pleasure that was rising in me that made me feel euphoric, but the fact I was with Law.

  He ran his tongue up and down my throat, his breaths coming in hard pants along my skin. I tilted my head to the side, wanting him to mark me, needing it desperately.

  And then he did just that.

  He pierced the side of my throat, groaned deeply, and I came again.

  “God, yes,” I whispered.

  He moved his hands to my hips, dug his fingers into my flesh, and pulled his mouth away from my neck. He licked at the small wound he’d left and shivered. Slowly, he leaned back to look down at where his cock was.

  “God, Brittin. Watching my cock slide in and out of you is so damn hot.”

  I pushed my upper body up and watched his cock moving in and out of me. It was glistening with my pussy cream, and I gasped at the visual pleasure of it.

  “This pussy belongs to me, baby.”

  I could only nod.

  “No one else will have it.”

  I shook my head, because I didn’t want anyone else.

  He thrust in deep, and I gripped his biceps and fell back on the bed.

  “You’re. Mine.” His voice was distorted, and I knew it was a mixture of his bear and human.

  “I’m yours.”

  And that’s how I wanted it. That’s how it would always be, because I couldn’t stay away from Law. We’d work it out. We had to, because not being with him was a punishment all in itself.

  * * *

  Five months later

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  Law pulled me onto his lap, and I laughed at the joke Blaine had told. He was by the grill, a can of Coke in his hand, and the smile on his face genuine. He was happy and healthy, and together, we were going to make sure he stayed that way.

  He’d been out of rehab for a couple of months already, and he was doing well. He even had a part-time volunteer job at a help-line that dealt with people with addictions. He helped them through tough times, made sure they knew they weren’t alone, and I think that helped him a long way in his recovery.

  While Blaine had been getting the help he needed, and getting his life back on track, Law and I had been working on our relationship. We started out slow—well, aside from the incredible sex part—and were getting to know each other all over again. I couldn’t lie and say I didn’t enjoy that fact, because I did. It was nice seeing him like this, giving me the support and space I needed to make my own way in this life.

  Law was giving me that respect, and I loved him even more for it.

  I laughed at something else Blaine said, and Law pushed a strand of my hair off my
shoulder and kissed my neck. I shivered and snuggled into him even more, loving how we could all be together, give each other support, and not stop each other from moving forward.

  This was the beginning of our story, and God, did it feel good to be here.

  Epilogue

  Law

  One year later

  * * *

  “Well, shit.” I cursed out and placed the frying pan on the stove. I wanted to make this right, so here I was, making food for my woman. That was the domestic thing to do, although I sucked at this shit. She’d be eating blackened chicken before the night was over with.

  I looked over at Brittin, saw her smiling, and although I was pissed at myself that I couldn’t even do this shit, seeing her looking at me like that made things a hell of a lot better.

  The fire alarm went off due to the smoke filling the room. “Sonofabitch,” I cursed out low and heard Brittin laughing.

  It took a good five minutes for the smoke to dissipate once I opened the window. Once that was at least out of the way, I set the table, putting the semi-burned chicken on the plates, as well as the sides.

  “At least we can eat the potatoes and vegetables.” I picked up the chicken and dropped it back on the plate, hearing it clank on the ceramic.

  She came behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist.

  “I can’t guarantee this is edible.”

  She laughed again. “I’ll grab us something to drink.”

  Tonight isn’t about dinner, though. No, tonight, I’m going to do the right thing.

  Over the last year, we’d changed a lot in the way we lived. After Blaine got out of rehab, Brittin had moved back to Stales permanently. I knew it wasn’t just to be close to her twin, but also because I’d promised her I’d changed and I had … for her.

  Telling her what she should and shouldn’t do was not how a relationship worked. I couldn’t keep her locked away or protect her from everything in the world. She wanted a career, and she deserved to have everything she wanted.

  Hell, she was even using her business degree in Stales, managing a small architecture company, and it was growing exponentially.

  She was good at what she did, but then my female was so fucking smart.

  Even though I was the Sheriff of Stales, I would have packed my shit, quit my job, and moved to wherever Brittin was.

  I loved her too much to let her go again.

  But I’d been pleasantly surprised when she told me she wanted to come back home, that she wanted to have her life in Stales again … with me.

  I looked over at the small drawer in the foyer dresser. I could see it from my position. Inside was a small black velvet box, one I would open up to show Brittin the diamond engagement ring I’d gotten for her. I should have proposed to her years ago, but I’d been such a stupid motherfucker back in the day. I’d let the best thing in my life walk away.

  Never again.

  Brittin came back out holding two glasses of lemonade. My body instantly hardened at the thought of her being mine. Well, it also didn’t help that she was wearing this dress that showed off her sexy-as-fuck legs.

  When she was right in front of me and had set the bottles on the table, I didn’t stop myself from pulling her close and kissing the hell out of her. For several minutes I held her, tongue-fucking her with my mouth, because right now I needed a distraction.

  Truth was, I was nervous as fuck. After long seconds, she pulled back, resting her head on my chest, her body molding against mine.

  I loved when we were like this, me just holding her, and her trusting me enough to be close.

  “I’m thinking we should skip dinner,” she whispered against my chest, her arousal coating the air and making me harder.

  I growled out, and as much as I wanted to throw her over my shoulder and fuck her senseless, I wanted to ask her a pretty big question.

  I glanced over my shoulder and looked at the dresser again. “Hold on, baby.” I pulled away from her and walked over to the drawer, pulled it open, and grabbed the little box. I held it in my hand for long seconds, the weight substantial, and my heart thundering.

  My bear was on edge, pacing back and forth inside of me, and needing to do this just as much as my human side did. I turned around and made my way back to my female, and before my nerves got the better of me, I got down on one knee before her.

  I lifted my hand with the box in my open palm, popped the lid, and stared at the woman I loved more than anything else.

  She stared at it for a second, glanced at me with wide eyes, and I scented the surprise coming from her. It was like the fresh rain.

  “Oh my God. Law?”

  I stood and pulled her in close, needing to hold her right now. I kissed her before she could say anything. My mouth was by the crown of her head, and I stared off, trying to phrase this right.

  “I know I fucked up back in the day. I know the problems I had, the fact I tried to stifle you from doing what you wanted. For the two years you were gone, I thought about what I should have done to make you happy.”

  “You did make me happy, Law,” she said, and I pulled back to look down at her. “We just didn’t see eye-to-eye back then. Things are different now.” She smiled. “Blaine’s been sober for a year, is doing well with his meetings, and I’m back in Stales with you. You don’t try to control me, and although you give me the freedom to do what I want in life, you also protect me and are an incredible partner.” She rose up and kissed me. “That’s all I wanted from you. I just wanted a partnership.”

  I squeezed her hand gently, so fucking thankful I had her in my life. “I love you, Brittin Clarke.”

  “I love you too, Lawson Blackwater.”

  “I’ve never loved, nor will I ever love, anyone else in my entire life.” Lifting her hand to my mouth, I kissed her fingers and stared into her face. “Will you be my wife and continue to make me the happiest grizzly on this fucking planet?” I pulled the ring out of the box and slipped it on her finger.

  “Law,” she breathed out. The tears started to slip down her cheeks, and I brushed them away.

  “I hope those are because you’re happy.”

  She nodded quickly. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”

  I crushed her to me.

  We didn’t move for long seconds, but that was okay, because I liked this with her. It was a comfortable silence, a warm atmosphere; it told me there was good ahead of us.

  But I needed to show her a little more how much I loved her. I lowered my head and ran my tongue along her lips, loving the moan that came from her. I knew I still had a lot to learn about being the best male I could with my woman, but I also knew I had all the time in the world.

  She was mine, would always be mine, and I wasn’t going to ever fuck this up again.

  * * *

  The End

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  Prologue

  Eighteen months earlier…
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  Unfolding his bulk from the tiny airplane seat, Colby Bricker rose to his full height only to slam his head into the overhead bin. Cursing his size for the millionth time in his life, he hunched over until he was able to move into the center aisle. Surrounded by people trying to collect their own luggage, claustrophobia set in, and a sheen of sweat popped up on his brow. He hated confined spaces, and that made flying a real pain in the ass, but it was the only realistic way to get to Montford, North Dakota and back to San Francisco before he had to work on Tuesday.

  His beat-up military-issue bag held the bare minimum for his quick trip, and he sighed with relief when he stepped free of the plane and into the tunnel. It didn’t matter he was still technically in a metal box; this box felt more spacious. Moving quickly through the small airport, he went straight to the rental desk and picked up his rental car. It felt strange driving someone else’s car down the highway to Montford, but he’d planned the surprise trip to see his mom and sister, so he couldn’t very well ask them to pick him up at the airport.

  The town he’d grown up in was growing, and to his dismay, he noted a couple of big box stores littering the sides of the road outside of what used to be the city limits. He wondered just how many of the small business owners had been run out thanks to those corporate folks. He lived in a big city nowadays, so he knew how quickly everything became commercialized once the door was opened a crack. It would be a shame to see his hometown go down that road.

  Thankfully, he noted very few changes to the interior of Montford. The convenience store still stood next to the local bar, Mick’s Watering Hole. Down the street, Nadia Crause’s bakery was still cheerfully painted Pepto pink, and the park held a dozen small tents that represented the downtown farmer’s market as it had for his whole life. Rolling his window down a bit, he took a deep breath of the cool fall air and smiled to himself. It was good to be home.