Romance: Bearilicious: BBW Paranormal Bear Shifter Romance Collection (Werebear, Bear Shifter, BBW Paranormal Romance)

by Ashley Hunter

  But that was just it, in his touch she felt curvy. She felt attractive. And she was.

  Her body undulated under him, rubbing her thigh against the defined hardness in his pants, and he ground his pelvis back against her leg.

  When that happened, his hand found its place at her bra and squeezed. Shelly moaned against his mouth, a sound that drove him wild.

  He groaned in response and ground his hardness against her again as he fondled her breast over her bra.

  “It comes off, you know,” she said, keeping her lips pressed to his. He grinned and chuckled before going back to kissing her.

  Both of his hands slipped behind her and undid the catches of her bra, freeing her breasts under the shirt.

  “Want to see a magic trick?” she asked and pulled away from him so she could move.

  He licked the taste of her kisses from his lips and watched as she removed her bra without taking off the shirt.

  “Very nice,” he said, grinning.

  “My shirt never looked sexier.”

  Shelly laughed and pulled him in for another kiss, but he stopped her.

  “My turn for a magic trick?”

  She narrowed her eyes, but smiled. “Go for it.”

  He leaned in and kissed the side of her neck, a motion that sent shivers and gooseflesh down the entire side of her body.

  Gently he left a trail of kisses down her neck, a few across her shoulder, and then kissed down her chest and over the top of her breast.

  He opened the shirt, and trailed his tongue around the nipple before taking it into his mouth and suckling lightly.

  Shelly moaned, grabbing his head and rubbing her hips against his leg. As he sucked, his fingers undid the button of her pants and pushed them off of her hips.

  They were mid-thigh, her panties exposed to him when she began to pant. “I… I…”

  Aaron stopped immediately and looked up at her. If she wanted, she need only say a word, and he’d stop. She knew it, without question.

  “I don’t want you to stop. Please.”

  He groaned again and finished pushing her pants to her ankles. She pulled her legs up and together they worked her pants free.

  When he tossed them to the side, a small voice in the back of her head panicked that he’d just thrown them into the fire.

  A quick check, though, reassured her they’d landed off somewhere else. She wasn’t sure where, but couldn’t be bothered to care. They weren’t on fire, and that was good enough.

  His mouth came away from her breast just long enough to lick his fingers, leaving trails of spit.

  “Oh, you’re not, oh God,” she whimpered, moaning again when his mouth reattached itself.

  His slick fingers slipped under her panties from the side and found her wet lips waiting. Her body arched as he ran his fingers in slow circles, his fingertips slipping between the lips of her to run along the inside.

  He moved his mouth to her other breast, the fingers of his free hand moving up to continue paying attention to the wet nipple he’d just left.

  Electricity coursed through her body, heat in her belly building to a crescendo.

  When his fingertip found her clit and began working expertly in circles, it only took a minute before she lost all control, thrusting her hips against his hand as she orgasmed.

  Shelly panted, moaning gently as she came down from it. Aaron ran the tip of his nose along her belly and smiled up at her. “Tada.”

  Shelly laughed and ran her fingertips along his jawline.

  “That’s a good trick. That’s a gooooood trick.”

  She ran her tongue across her lips and pulled him close to kiss him again.

  V.

  His lips were still moist from working at her breast and she licked it from him as her hands felt their way to the front of his jeans and undid the button and zipper.

  “Are you sure?” he asked, but when she dipped a hand inside and grabbed his thick shaft, he groaned against her mouth, his hips involuntarily thrusting forward against her hand.

  Without answering such a stupid question, she tugged and jerked against his pants to get them off.

  When they were free of his feet, she grabbed him again with one hand on the shaft and her other at his thigh and pulled him closer.

  Then, without a second’s hesitation, she put the head of his penis into her mouth and forced it to the back of her throat.

  He groaned long and deep in response to her hunger, his fingers grabbing her hair. She bobbed her head, sucking and running her tongue against the underside of the shaft, her hand sliding up and down along with her mouth.

  Then, pulling her mouth free, she ran her hand up and down as she looked up at him.

  “I want you.”

  Aaron’s breath caught in his throat for a moment before he groaned again.

  “I want you too. I have to have you.”

  She pulled him down to her and just before kissing him, said, “Then take me.”

  An almost animalistic growl rumbled through his throat as he reached down and tore her panties free, tossing them away.

  He climbed on top of her, burying his face against the side of her neck as he slid his hard thickness along the juices between her legs.

  She pushed her hips up against him, enjoying the delicious feeling of having his manhood rubbing against her stimulated clit.

  Then, with a slight pull of his hips, the head of him pressed against her opening.

  He thrust a little at first, stretching her, but then pulled back. She looked at him, worried something was wrong, but saw him grinning up at her.

  “Don’t you tease me,” she said, and gasped as he thrust again.

  This time she felt the head of him enter, but he pulled out again.

  “Oh God,” she whispered, trying to move her hips to take more of him in.

  When he thrust into her again, she hooked her feet behind his thighs and pulled him deeper inside of her.

  This time he grunted in surprised pleasure, unable to stop himself from entering even deeper.

  Instead of pulling out and torturing her again, he began a steady rhythm. The full length of him stretched her open as he gently pressed his way deep inside.

  Shelly moved her hips, taking him all and working with him.

  Together they rocked and moved, kissing and touching until another orgasm crashed over her.

  This one took her by surprise, and she dug her fingers into his back as he met her orgasm with a vigorous rhythm.

  As she slowly came down from it, he slowed again.

  “Are you okay?” she asked.

  “Perfect,” he said, smiling at her.

  “You slowed down.”

  Unbelievably, he smiled at her and rubbed the tip of his nose against hers.

  “What’s the rush?”

  She had no idea how, but somehow the way he said and the look in his eye sent her body over the edge again.

  Sensing this, he quickened his thrusting, assisting and making her body burst with sensation. He rode it with her, matching her needs, somehow knowing when to back off and when to go deep.

  That one went for a surprisingly long time, and as she came down, she pulled him down for a kiss.

  She’d had a thought, but had been afraid to voice it. That was, until now. Without a doubt, she felt confident she could say anything to him and not be ridiculed or put down. The connection, the bond between them was almost physical.

  “I’ve never been on top,” she said.

  Aaron thrust deep inside of her, and paused.

  “Never?”

  Her lips frowned for a moment, and she shook her head.

  “They all said… I mean, and I never felt comfortable with them being able to look up at me.”

  “Do you want to?”

  Shelly breathed out a quick breath and nodded.

  Aaron licked his lips again and pressed himself as far into her as he would go, then slipped his arms behind her. She couldn’t believe what he was tryin
g to do.

  At first, she was certain he would embarrass himself when he couldn’t do it, but the next thing she knew he was actually lifting her from the couch and pivoting to place her in his lap.

  He sat, feet on the floor, back against the back of the couch, and she was knelt on his lap.

  All of this, and he never slipped out.

  “Oh,” she breathed, “you’re good.”

  He gave his hips a rotation, his stiffness pressing against the walls of her as he did.

  “You’re incredible. It’s been a sheer test of will to keep myself from finishing. You feel amazing.”

  Shelly rose up on him and slowly lowered again. He groaned and lolled his head back against the couch.

  “Why hold back?” she asked.

  He grabbed her at the hips, moving with her as she slowly came up and back down on him.

  “I wanted to please you, make sure you were completely satisfied before I was done.”

  She brought her face over his.

  “I’ve never been more satisfied in my life.” She licked her lower lip before biting it as she pressed down on his thighs and gyrated her hips.

  “Now it’s your turn.”

  Aaron groaned, his fingers squeezing the flesh of her hips.

  “Are you sure?”

  Shelly leaned forward and licked up the side of his neck and along his jawline.

  “Oh, I’m sure.”

  She brought herself up and down on him, taking every inch deep inside of her. She could see it on his face, the pleasure, the tension.

  He’d gone somewhere else before, somehow separating himself from what was happening to keep himself in the moment and not lose control. All for her.

  “Is it good?” she whispered.

  “You’re incredible. You, ugh, you feel incredible.”

  She brought a hand to the back of his head and turned his face towards hers. He opened his eyes, and they looked at one another as she rode him.

  “Come for me,” she said, never feeling more confident in her life. “Come.”

  His face flushed with color, his mouth opening in an expression of ecstasy. She slammed herself down on his hardness, feeling it swell as he built to climax.

  Once more, she felt her own build and crash against her as she rode him, his own orgasm bursting inside of her as she had hers. They voiced their pleasure together until they fell to the side, panting heavily.

  “In all my life…” he said, but breathed too hard to get the rest out.

  She could only smile. A euphoric drowsiness swept over her in an instant, augmented as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against him.

  “I want to take you to my clan.”

  “Right now?” she asked, laughing softly.

  He laughed as well. “No, not right now. But, if you’ll have me, I wish to make you my mate.”

  All worry that perhaps she had felt too strongly for him was suddenly quelled, and she sighed happily and kissed his forehead.

  “I am a little disappointed, though,” he added.

  “Are you?” she asked, instantly on the verge of panicking.

  “Yes. I really wanted to taste you.”

  Shelly exhaled sharply and popped him on the head lightly.

  “Don’t scare me like that.” He laughed against her, and she couldn’t help but laugh with him.

  “For what it’s worth, I wanted you to as well. Maybe next time.”

  “What’s this ‘maybe’ talk?”

  She giggled and settled against him again. Their breathing slowed together, matching the pace of one another. She’d never felt so safe and loved.

  VI.

  Just as sleep overcame her, Aaron jerked his head up and looked around, alarmed.

  “What?” she asked, but he quickly “sshhh”ed her and looked around the room.

  “Men,” he whispered. “Outside.”

  “No,” she said, her heart instantly racing. “No, no! That’s impossible.”

  Even as she said it, however, she could hear them outside. In the quiet of the clearing, there was nothing to stop the sound from carrying as they chattered quietly to one another.

  Aaron leapt from the couch.

  “Stay here!” he cried as he ran toward the back of the cottage.

  “Shelly,” Bryant shouted.

  “Are you in there?”

  “Get out of here, Bryant,” she screamed.

  “You slut, I knew you were in there.”

  She grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch and wrapped it around herself before marching to the front door and throwing it open.

  “Get out of here, jerk.”

  Bryant stood there, shotgun rested against his hip, with three other men standing beside him.

  “Naked. Of course,” Bryant said.

  “Come on down. We’re going home.”

  “I’m not going anywhere, you psychopath. I suggest you get out of here.”

  “Oh really?” he asked, swaying. Was he even drunker than before? The men around him swayed just as bad, if not worse. He likely ran to the nearest bar, stirring up a hornet’s nest, and bringing the worst drunks back with him. What an ass.

  “Or you’ll what?”

  Shelly rested her hand on her hip. “It’s not me you have to worry about.”

  Just then, a great bear’s roar ripped through the night and Aaron came around the corner in all of his mighty glory.

  Two of the men fired their guns off into the air out of surprise, but Bryant and the other hunter actually took aim first.

  “No!” she screamed and dove down the steps, crashing into Bryant. His rifle fired, and seconds later the other hunter fired as well.

  “Get off of me, you fat fu—!“ The word clipped off as Shelly punched him in the nose.

  The bear grabbed one of the drunk hunters by the leg and flung him effortlessly through the air.

  Another tried to run away, stumbling, but Aaron pounced forward, driving the man to the ground with a heavy “Oof!”

  The third hunter ran a few steps, fell and dropped his gun, then picked himself up and sprinted across the meadow.

  Bryant found his footing again, dipping this way and that.

  “You bitch,” he said, hands pressed to his face. “You broke my nose!”

  “Good!”

  “Why you,” he said, pulling his arm back to punch her.

  Aaron’s bear jaws clamped around Bryant’s elbow and jerked him away from Shelly. Her ex-boyfriend cried out in surprise, so drunk he had forgotten about the bear.

  “Help,” Bryant screamed out as the bear flung him one way and then the other. “Help me, please!”

  “If my bear lets you go, will you come back?”

  “Your bear?”

  “Wrong answer,” she said. Then with a snap of her fingers, “Kill him.”

  The bear opened his paw wide to snap off Bryant’s head even as the man shrieked,

  “No! Okay, I’m sorry, please!”

  “Wait,” she said, playing up the whole thing, “I command the bear” act. Aaron played his part beautifully, lowering his head but looking ready to kill in a moment’s notice.

  “I won’t come back. I swear.”

  “You’ll leave me and my bear alone.”

  “Yes.”

  “Forever.”

  “Forever, I promise.”

  “And you have a small dick.”

  “I what?”

  “Bear,” Shelly said, snapping her fingers.

  “No, no, no, okay,” Bryant said, waving his arms at the bear. “I have a small dick.”

  “Really small.”

  “Really small,” he agreed quickly, looking at the bear.

  “How small would you say it was?”

  “God, I don’t know,” he said in a drunken snort. Shelly raised her hand, but he quickly said, “It’s the smallest dick in the world. I have the smallest, it’s so small that gnats make fun of me behind my back.”

  “Sounds about r
ight,” Shelly said, looking at the bear.