Spawned By The Bear: A Paranormal Love & Pregnancy Romance (The Spawned Collection Book 2)

by Amira Rain

  When it had been maybe an hour since Warren’s and my texting conversation, I got out of the tub, figuring I’d make one more attempt at going back to sleep. I’d just started toweling off when I heard Warren’s heavy work boots coming up the stairs.

  Not even thinking about what I was doing or what I was going to say, I quickly squeezed my hair dry with the towel, threw on my blue satin robe, and made it out to the hallway just in time to see Warren stepping up the final stair.

  In the dim light of the hallway, which was lit by just a single nightlight with tiny white bulb, I faced him with my hands on my hips. “Just tell me what you’re doing out there.”

  “No.”

  “You’re being really secretive and obstinate.”

  “Yes.”

  “Look. Whatever it is—”

  “Am I going to have to distract you from the stone box, Tara?”

  Even in the dim light, I could see that his eyes held a distinct glint, and I suddenly developed a fluttering sensation in my stomach.

  “Because I can try to distract you, if you’d like.”

  With the butterflies in my stomach intensifying, I shook my head. “You can’t. I’m pretty determined to find out what’s inside the box, and what you’re doing in there. I highly doubt I can be distracted.”

  “Well, will you at least let me try?”

  I spoke with my pulse pounding. “You can try, but… good luck.”

  I knew full well what I’d just given him consent to do, which was try to distract me with his mouth, and his hands, and maybe even other parts of his body. And the rational part of my mind was asking me if I was really certain that I wanted things to head in this direction. However, the non-rational part of my mind was screaming yes.

  With his eyes still glinting, Warren slowly stepped toward me, work boots thudding on the hardwood, making me fully aware of his size, strength, and general heft. Then, he gently took my chin and tilted it upward, so that I was directly looking into his eyes. “Do you have any clue how utterly gorgeous I think you are?”

  I didn’t.

  “No, but you can tell me.”

  With a little smile playing around the edges of his full lips, he moved his hands to the small of my back and pulled me close. “All right. You’re only so gorgeous that sometimes when I see you, I feel as if I’ve had the wind knocked right out of me.”

  “You’re exaggerating.”

  I felt like he had to be.

  “I’m not.”

  His face was entirely sober now.

  “Sometimes when I look at you, I literally forget to breathe for a second or two. I’ve never seen a woman as gorgeous as you in my life.”

  Wrapping my arms around his neck and muscular shoulders, I decided to tease him a little. “Well, haven’t you ever seen any supermodels? What about that Brazilian one? She seems to do gorgeous pretty darn well.”

  “But she isn’t a fraction as gorgeous as you are. She doesn’t have the same heart-stopping spark in her eyes that you do when you smile. She doesn’t have the same sweet, delectable lips, and she doesn’t have the kind of stunning curves that can make a man feel half-insane with desire.”

  “And I do?”

  I couldn’t believe he was actually saying that my body was more desirable than a supermodel’s. I’d always had a decent body I guessed, with a small waist and fairly full hips and breasts, and other people had always seemed to admire it, but I hadn’t even lost all my baby weight yet. I still had seventeen pounds to go before I reached my pre-pregnancy weight.

  These added pounds had given my stomach and hips a little added thickness that I didn’t exactly think was flattering on my small frame. Also, although I’d been fortunate enough to not develop stretch marks during my pregnancy, my stomach had gotten huge, and even now, going on four months since Sam’s birth, it still retained a gentle curve that I wasn’t sure would completely disappear even once I managed to lose my excess pounds.

  In response to what I’d asked him, though, about whether I really had curves that could make a man half-insane with desire, as he’d said, Warren actually snorted. “You really have to ask me? I guess I’ve done a pretty good job at hiding some of the little looks I can’t help but give you sometimes.”

  He actually hadn’t done that good of a job. Several times, I’d caught him giving me what I was pretty sure were desirous sort of looks, and once, I’d been pretty sure that I’d caught him openly looking at my rear with a certain look of hungry intensity in his eyes.

  “Well, if you really think I’m so gorgeous, then show me. I’m still not even halfway to full distraction about the stone box, you know.”

  With the hint of a smile just faintly ghosting across his features in the dim light, he lowered his face and brought his mouth to mine, causing me to make a very quiet, involuntary moan of pleasure. Even while we’d been talking, bodies pressed together, I’d been able to feel his manhood stiffening, becoming a distinct bulge in the front of his jeans, and now I fully reveled in the feel of his hardness, which quickly increased as we kissed.

  It wasn’t long before Warren moved his hands to my rear, caressing and kneading, and not long after that, he broke our kiss and spoke in a low, husky voice. “Let’s continue your distraction in my bedroom.”

  THE FINAL CHAPTER

  We’d been in Warren’s bedroom for all of about half a minute when I had him completely out of his clothes, having practically ripped them off, running my hands all over his soft skin and hard muscles while I did so. I’d also feasted my eyes on his manhood, which already seemed to be fully erect, standing tall, proud, and hard as a rock. As I’d suspected, it was large and long, and exactly as thick as I’d imagined it to be in my most private moments.

  After pulling me close, he began kissing me again, plundering my mouth with his tongue, and letting his large, strong hands freely roam, first going to my still-damp head and hair, then to my breasts, and then to my rear, kneading each full globe with just enough pressure that it felt incredibly good but didn’t hurt. Quietly moaning into his mouth, I soon developed an ache low in my belly, which joined a distinct tingling sensation between my slick feminine lips. I wanted Warren badly, more and more with each passing moment.

  When he broke our kiss and began untying the satin belt around my robe, a tremor of anticipation rippled through my stomach. Always somewhat shy about revealing my body fully nude when with a man for the first time, I found I actually didn’t feel that way now. I wanted Warren to see my body fully nude. I was eager.

  When we’d first entered his bedroom, he’d flicked on a small nightstand lamp, and it was near the golden glow of this light that he finished untying my satin belt, then eased my silky robe over my shoulders and let it fall to the floor behind me. When he took a step back so that he could see me better, raking his gaze from my head to my toes, his breath hitched in his throat, and he didn’t speak for a moment or two.

  “You’re so, so beautiful, Tara. You’re utterly gorgeous.”

  With his gaze, his words, and the huskiness in his voice turning me on further, I responded with my own voice a little husky. “Please show me with your touch what parts of me you think are especially gorgeous.”

  I was becoming almost desperate to feel his hands all over my body again.

  “How about if I show you with my touch and my kiss?”

  That sounded even better to me, and not just a little bit.

  “Okay. Show me with your touch and your kiss. I want to know which parts of my body in particular turn you on.”

  With his mouth exquisitely firm and warm, he started with my face, planting a slow line of kisses down one side of my jawbone, bringing them up to my mouth, where he let his lips linger briefly before trailing his kisses lower, down my throat and to my collarbone, which made me sigh, feeling my slick feminine lips becoming even wetter.

  From my collarbone, he slowly trailed his kisses even lower, to the space between my breasts, then moved his kisses to each of
them in turn, trailing his mouth in a wide circle around each of my nipples. Thoroughly enjoying what he was doing but afraid that my breasts might leak milk if toyed with, I was glad he didn’t linger long in that area.

  Next, he dropped to his knees in front of me and slowly trailed his kisses down my stomach to my thighs, with a few low growls rumbling in his chest while he did so. I was beginning to get a bit noisy myself, probably unable to stop making soft moans and sighs if my life had depended on it.

  When Warren gently lifted one of my feet and placed it on the bedframe, then gripped my rear, providing me a little support, my soft moaning became a little louder. “Yes. Please, Warren.”

  I desperately hoped that he was about to do what I thought he was, and soon, to my joy and relief, he confirmed my suspicions, planting a lingering, firm kiss on my feminine mound, groaning with apparent pleasure while he did so. With my breathing fast and ragged, I wound my fingers in his thick, dark hair, unable to stop myself from trying to guide his mouth exactly where I wanted it to go. He seemed intent on teasing me a little first, though, pressing his lips to my feminine mound a few more times until I was practically begging.

  “Please, Warren. I can’t wait any longer.”

  Possibly hearing the desperation and desire evident in my voice, he finally lowered his face just slightly, griping my rear a little tighter, and raked his tongue over my most sensitive spot with just the right level of firmness.

  Gasping, I threw my head back, further tangling my fingers in his hair. “Yes. Please don’t stop, Warren. Please. It feels so good.”

  He didn’t stop, soon raking his tongue over my tingling, throbbing spot a bit faster, making me moan between gasps of pleasure.

  “Yes. Oh, God, yes.”

  As incredibly good as his intimate attention felt, after a couple of minutes, the foot that was supporting my weight began to cramp slightly, despite Warren still supporting my hips, and my foot that was propped up on the bedframe began sliding a little.

  I knew I couldn’t sustain our current positioning much longer, but that was honestly fine. I could feel that I was quickly approaching a climax, and I’d decided that I wanted to experience it with Warren inside of me.

  So, with him still flicking his tongue across my most sensitive spot, making low groans of apparent pleasure every so often while he did so, I struggled to find my voice.

  “Please, Warren… I want to feel you inside me now. This feels so good, but I want to peak with you filling me.”

  Never with either of my previous two boyfriends had I been so vocal and specific with what I wanted in the bedroom. There was something about Warren, though, that had made me feel completely comfortable in just outright saying what I needed.

  Seemingly very eager to comply with my request, he soon slowly rose to his feet, scooped me up as if I were a feather, and gently set me in his large bed, which, I instantly noticed, held his clean, woodsy scent. I’d suspected it might, and once or twice, I’d had to hold myself back from sneaking into his room just to see.

  After climbing in beside me, he didn’t waste any time, taking me in his arms and then rolling me onto my back, parting my legs with a knee. Right after, he slid into my slick depths with one long, powerful thrust, filling me completely. Crying out with pleasure, I couldn’t help but roll my eyes back into my head, nearly reaching my peak right then.

  Before beginning to thrust, Warren hiked my legs up on his shoulders, which made me softly moan in anticipation, knowing that this would allow him to penetrate me as deeply as possible. What I didn’t know was just how incredibly good this would feel.

  With quiet grunts that only further heightened my pleasure, Warren began thrusting with long, slow movements, pulling his rock-hard pole almost completely out of me before sliding it back into my depths once again. I’d intended to try to climax with him, once I could sense his own peak coming.

  However, I could quickly tell that this would not be happening. I wasn’t going to make it. With him filling me so completely and sliding into me so deeply, I’d never experienced pleasure like I currently was, on top of the pleasure and stimulation that he’d already given me, and before very long, I began crying out, hips bucking to meet his, while the most powerful climax I’d ever had in my life crashed over me in waves.

  “Yes. Please, Warren… don’t stop.”

  He began thrusting faster, heightening my pleasure peak even further and making my speech turn into gibberish punctuated by cries and moans at intervals.

  My orgasm lasted at least half a minute, which I wouldn’t have even thought possible, before the intense sensation finally began to ebb, leaving me as breathless as if I’d just run a mile, full-out. However, stunning me, I realized that I wanted to continue with our lovemaking, and not just so that Warren could reach his own climax, although that was very important to me. But I realized that I myself wasn’t actually quite finished experiencing pleasure. I wanted another orgasm like the one Warren had just given me.

  “Please… will you let me ride you?”

  I didn’t have to ask him twice. Within seconds, I found myself straddling him with his thick pole deep inside of me, after he’d flipped our positioning with one swift movement, displaying his shifter strength.

  Within minutes of me beginning to ride him, moving my hips in slow circles with my hands on his chest, I felt myself swiftly approaching another climax, somewhat unbelievably. I’d never had two in one night in my life. .

  Around this time, Warren seemed to approach his, too, and he gripped my hips, thrusting his granite-hard pole upward into my depths at a rapid pace. It wasn’t long before we both reached our peaks just about simultaneously, me crying out and Warren growling, gripping my hips so hard it was borderline painful, but in a way that I very much liked.

  Once we were both completely spent, we rested in embrace for a while, just catching our breath, before making our way into the master bathroom at my request, where we lathered each other’s bodies under the warm spray of the shower. Knowing that Sam might wake for a second feeding during the night, it had crossed my mind that I probably wouldn’t want to still bear the musky scent of Warren’s and my lengthy tumble in bed.

  Not long after we’d returned to bed from our shower, I drifted off to sleep in his strong arms, sure I was probably smiling.

  *

  Several weeks passed, April turned into May, and Warren and I continued making love nearly every night.

  I hadn’t forgotten about the fact that he’d ordered me to be kidnapped, but at the same time, I kind of had, at least keeping it in the very back of my mind. It just really didn’t seem to matter anymore. No matter what he’d done in the past, I was falling deeply in love with Warren in the present, and loving every single minute of it.

  Sam continued growing at a rapid pace, soon requiring yet another shopping trip for new clothes just a week or so after I’d started feeding her baby cereal and pureed vegetables. Proving to be a good eater and not spitting much out, she’d quickly gained a pound in just that week alone, developing rolls along her inner thighs, which her Mommy and Daddy found absolutely adorable.

  Kevin reported that our dad continued doing well, attending his meetings every day. “He’s even got a very part-time job now, helping the maintenance guys do repairs to the other apartments in the building every Friday in exchange for a deduction in our rent. Yesterday, he was even saying something about wanting to get back into construction someday… maybe even owning his own company again someday. He figures he’s still got a good ten or fifteen working years left in him before he hits retirement age.”

  Wanting to encourage him as much as possible, I started sending him several pictures of Sam every week, and each time, he texted back with comments about how beautiful she was, how fast she was growing, and how much he hoped he could meet her someday.

  The “mystery box” on the east side of the property continued to remain a mystery during these weeks. I almost hated to admit it, but Warren’s
lovemaking, added to our newfound happiness, had kind of distracted me from the whole thing. Sometimes, I still became curious, though, especially when I awoke late at night, or well before dawn, to see the floodlights on in the stone box, illuminating whatever the heck Warren was doing out there.

  I really couldn’t imagine what it could be. Once, late at night, I’d even seen him back his truck right up to the heavy wooden door in one of the walls, as if he was loading something inside, but with the walls blocking light from the floodlights, I couldn’t really see. Then, the following night, I’d watched while he seemed to be taking things out of the box, loading his truck bed with whatever these things were.

  I couldn’t understand it. All I knew was that whatever he was doing in the stone box, it had to be pretty important to him in order to give up hours of his precious little time to sleep to do it. Some nights, I didn’t think he even got more than three or four hours of sleep.

  He certainly didn’t seem inclined to give up our lovemaking sessions, though. He also didn’t seem inclined to give up our family dinners with Sam. She’d finally started being able to sit up in a high chair on her own, and she liked to sit right next to Warren, having him feed her favorite food, pureed sweet potatoes, in between bites of his own food.

  Every time he had to go back out on patrol after dinner, which was the vast majority of evenings, she cried like she thought she might never see him again.

  During the day, he was almost always gone, leaving not long after dawn and sometimes even before, needing to meet with his council members, run patrols, and sometimes venturing to the outskirts of Greenwood territory to lead his men on surveillance missions to try to learn what the Graywolves were up to.

  They were part of the reason he’d had to be gone so much as of late. Ever since Warren had arrived back in Greenwood from his mission to kill the Graywolves in the FDS, small groups of them were attempting to break into the village pretty much non-stop, requiring Warren to step up the patrols, adding several additional groups of patrolmen to guard the village simultaneously with other groups. It was no comfort, but I wasn’t the only woman in Greenwood missing her man for long stretches during these days.