MUNDO (BBW Bear Shifter MC Romance) (MC Bear Mates Book 2)

by Becca Fanning

  His lips were on her neck again, then her earlobe, then her cheek, always sucking and kissing somewhere. Gina let out a moan and ran her fingers through his thick hair as his lips moved down to her chest, first kissing between her breasts and then moving towards her left one. His tongue traced her areola entirely, then he moved to the other and repeated the process before placing his lips on one and sucking.

  Gina moaned, remembering how good it had felt the other night — and this was feeling even better. He started moving past her breasts, moving downwards, kissing the side of her stomach, then kissing her navel, and then the other side. His lips never stopped moving across her.

  Finally, he moved down between her hips, below her belly button, but above her wetness. He kissed around, long enough for Gina to utter a, “Please, Dean,” and then he moved between her legs.

  One of his kisses found the inside of a thigh, kissing all of the way down to almost her knee. Then he kissed back up the other thigh, a feeling that was both wonderful and maddening. Gina wanted him now, but he was taking his sweet time. He moved up her thigh and then placed his lips against her wetness.

  She felt his lips work, slowly and tenderly, tasting her and drinking her in. His tongue slid out from between his lips, pressing against her own. Gina closed her eyes, her hands still running through Dean’s hair, and arched her back.

  Gina felt as his tongue slid against her lips, spreading her wide. His tongue was like heaven inside of her, exploring deep and working parts of her she didn’t even know existed. Then she felt his tongue sliding out of her before it moved against her clit.

  She squirmed in pleasure as he pressed his tongue against her. Her breathing was becoming hurried and hot. One of Dean’s hands came up and grabbed her breast, squeezing a nipple, the other squeezing her thigh.

  His lips and tongue never stopped moving across her wetness, working her in the perfect way. She heard moans and realized they were coming from her – if she were anywhere else but in the woods, she would try to be quiet, but it didn’t matter, now.

  “Keep…going…” she managed through breaths. Dean was hitting all of the right places and she could tell that he was going to bring her to orgasm quicker than she thought was possible. She lifted her legs, ignoring her ankle, and wrapped them tightly around Dean’s head. She couldn’t have him going anywhere. He had to keep doing exactly what he was doing. And he did.

  Between her legs, Gina felt a warmth blossoming inside of her. It started off slow at first, then quickly built into a crescendo. Gina pushed it away as long as she could, trying to hold it at bay, but it was pointless. With a scream of pleasure, her orgasm hit her harder than ever before. She bucked forward in ecstasy, letting it engulf her entirely.

  Gina didn’t know how long her orgasm lasted for, but finally, after what seemed like minutes, it was done. She unwrapped her legs from around Dean’s head, her breath still heaving. Her face was hot. The pleasure that she had experienced was unlike anything any other man had ever brought her. She had no words to describe it.

  Dean came up next to her, his body hot against hers. One of his hands grabbed a breast, squeezing ever so gently, his lips kissing the side of her neck. Against her leg, she felt his hardness, leaving little trails of precum on her.

  Without even a warning, she leaned down, grabbing it in one of her hands. She could barely get a hand around his girth, but that didn’t matter to her. She leaned down, tugging his thickness gently, and placed the head of his cock in between her lips. Dean’s moan was one of utmost pleasure.

  She opened her lips wide, barely able to fit him inside of her, and then traced her tongue against the tip. She tasted him, realized how much she loved it, and then pressed her head downwards, feeling his thickness sliding into her wet mouth.

  Dean moaned again, his hands running through her hair but letting her work him however she saw fit. She pushed down, her tongue running on the underside of his member, until the tip was hitting the back of her throat. Just when she thought she couldn’t fit anymore of him into her mouth, she pushed just a little deeper.

  She continued sliding him in and out of her mouth, harder and faster until h is moans filled the forest. And she loved every second.

  It wasn’t long before his breathing was labored, his body hot, and she knew he was going to cum soon. She happily kept going, bobbing her head, sliding her tongue along his length, and then his breathing went quiet and he arched his back.

  She felt his cock jerk in her mouth, then felt the hot spray of his cum deep in the back of her throat. She pushed even deeper, swallowing his seed, the warmth filling her. She kept moving slowly, waiting for his orgasm to pass, then she ran her tongue along him and drained the last of his seed. Delighted, she swallowed, loving that she had brought him so much happiness.

  Then she pulled herself up into his arms, and the two of them lay there naked together. Gina turned towards him and deeply kissed him. For the first time, the kiss wasn’t leading up to anything; it was just a kiss. They were content to lay there and just enjoy each other’s company. Gina felt herself dozing off, and soon, she was asleep.

  *

  “Do you see anyone?”

  Dean didn’t answer right away. Gina looked over at him. She could tell that he was looking it over. Even with his advanced vision, she wasn’t sure if he would be able to see anyone below them.

  They stood on a ridge overlooking North Williamstown, Gina supported by her stick. They were high above the city and Gina couldn’t make anything out except for the buildings, and even they were specks. They still had a few miles to go before they would descend into the town.

  Dean shook his head. “We’ll have to get closer before I can see anyone below. But once we’re close, we won’t have the height advantage. We’ll be going in blind.”

  North Williamstown, unlike Haysberry, was almost entirely whole. There were a few burned buildings on the outskirts of town, but other than that, everything looked normal up here. Gina knew that down below, it wouldn’t be the case.

  “We need to find some food,” Gina stated. She knew it could go unsaid, but she couldn’t help herself. “Where do we go first?”

  “We can check some of those houses down there,” he said, pointing. “Most of the looting was probably focused on the center of town, in the commercial district.” Gina followed his finger to where he was pointing. “With any luck, some of those houses on the edge of the city will have been ignored.”

  “Then what if we can’t find any?”

  “Then we go deeper into the city until we find enough food to get us through,” Dean said. “It won’t be easy, but we can do it.”

  Together, they made their way to the highway. She could tell that Dean wished there was a different way into the town, maybe through the woods, but North Williamstown lay in a valley and going off the highway was a quick way to burn up valuable time and energy, neither of which they had. Plus, it would be a good way to get lost.

  They made it down the highway to the outskirts of the city in a few hours. Gina winced at a crack in the road that the litter went over, but it was better than the forest trail. They were making decent time.

  “I don’t see anyone,” Dean said. “Still…”

  Dean cut off as the unmistakable sound of an engine rang through the air. Immediately, Dean was pulling the litter towards the nearest ditch. He helped Gina off of it and then pulled it in behind her. Petey lay silently next to them, all three of them barely peeking out of the ditch.

  Within less than 30 seconds, an old truck came barreling down the highway into North Williamstown. Two men were in the front seat and three more were in the bed of the truck, hooting and hollering. They looked drunk, and were all firing weapons into the air with reckless abandon.

  Then, in the back, she saw something that made her blood run cold: another man, bound and gagged, in the back of the truck. Gina couldn’t tell if he was alive or dead. She felt chilled to the core. These weren’t just men out having a goo
d time. They were hunters.

  When the truck was gone, Dean turned towards Gina. “Look, I can carry you back up the road and you and Petey can stay hidden in the woods. I’ll find us food and bring it back to you. You don’t need to come into town.”

  “I’m coming, Dean,” she said. “Going straight through town is the quickest way to get to our destination. It would take us days to go around.”

  Dean nodded, though she could tell that he didn’t like it. She didn’t blame him. He didn’t want to be leading her into this town of all places, and she certainly didn’t want to go in. But it was something that had to be done.

  They climbed out of the ditch. Dean started to pull the litter out, but Gina said, “Leave it. There’s no way we can make it into town unannounced if you’re dragging me around on that thing.”

  Dean nodded again, and he certainly didn’t like this, either. But it made sense: they would be slower, but they could hide much easier. Gina hoped that they would avoid detection altogether. If they didn’t, they would be in serious trouble.

  In the distance, they heard gunshots ringing out through the quiet air. Gina shivered, and started walking. The going was slow, but her ankle was better and allowing her to support a little bit of her weight on it. Between her walking stick and Dean, they were making okay time.

  When they reached the outskirts of town, Gina got a sense of just how bad North Williamstown was. Burnt out ashes from buildings blew across the streets in slow circles. Destroyed cars lined the streets. Glass crunched underfoot at nearly every step. The town was completely silent now, like a tomb. The feeling was eerie.

  They reached the first line of houses without incident. Most of them appeared to be intact. Every other house had broken windows or a shattered doorframe, but other than that, they appeared undamaged.

  “Looks like it hasn’t been touched,” Dean said, heading towards one of the houses along the street. He went to the window and peered in. “I can’t see much inside, though. Their curtains are up.”

  “Let’s check it out,” Gina offered, hobbling up the sidewalk to the house.

  Dean was leaning his weight against the door, testing it. It held for a while, but then there was the noise of wood splintering, and Dean pushed the door open.

  “I’ll go in first,” he said, dropping the bag out front. Gina nodded and followed close. She couldn’t see much in the darkness, but she suspected Dean would be able to see without any hindrance. He paused inside, using his golden eyes to see through the darkness, and smelling for others, she suspected. After a few moments, he turned back to her and motioned her into the house.

  Petey stood guard outside, but Gina didn’t feel he was safe there. “Come on, Petey,” she told him, and he obediently followed her inside.

  “Can you see much?” she asked Dean.

  “It looks to be in pretty good shape. Nothing looted, yet. We’re in the living room. I can see the kitchen up ahead. Looks like there might be some food over there. Open some blinds and take a load off while I check the place out.”

  Gina stumbled around in the dark. Almost instinctively she reached out and grabbed Dean’s hand. He led her to a couch, where she sat, accidentally also pulling down the entire curtain rod, flooding the living room with sunlight.

  “DON’T MOVE!”

  Gina instantly froze. Next to her, Dean did the same, but she could tell he was ready to shift at a moment’s notice. Petey growled at her feet, but didn’t move.

  “We’re not here to hurt anyone,” Gina said. She started to get up from the couch, but Dean motioned her back. She sat back down, waiting.

  “Get on the ground!” the voice ordered. Gina sat dead still, and Dean stood tall. “Get on the ground, I’m not going to ask again, son!” Dean dropped to his knees. Petey ran back and forth, a low growl still in his throat.

  Two people came forward out of the kitchen, each with a rifle trained on Dean and Gina. They were an older couple – in their 60s, as least. Probably the owners of the house, Gina thought.

  “What are you doing in here?” the man asked. The only menacing thing about him was the gun aimed directly at Dean’s chest. The woman’s gun was aimed in Gina’s general direction, but not pointed directly at her.

  “We’re sorry. We just needed food. We thought this place would be abandoned. Please, just let us leave. We’ll leave without a fight.”

  “Now anyone can just bust right in,” the man said. He glanced over at the doorframe. “What the hell are we gonna do about that?”

  “Let’s just let them go, Ernie,” the woman said.

  “We’ll go, we promise. We’ll leave, won’t we Dean?”

  “No,” Dean growled. “We need food to survive.”

  “Dean,” Gina warned. Let me do the talking. That was what they had agreed on, so many days ago. She hoped that Dean remembered that talk, but right now, it didn’t seem as if he had. Or if he cared.

  “We need food, Gina. And look, they have plenty to spare,” Dean said, pointing past the couple into the kitchen. Gina followed his finger and saw that he was right. There were stacks upon stacks of cans lining the walls. This couple was prepared.

  “I don’t think you’re in any position to argue,” the old woman said. “We don’t want to hurt anyone, but we will.”

  “Okay, we’ll leave. Right, Dean?”

  Dean looked conflicted, but then he nodded. Thank you, she said to herself.

  “Okay, we’re leaving,” Gina said, trying to soothe the two as much as she could. She got to her feet, wincing in pain. Dean got to his feet, as well. Petey was behind them both, growling at the couple, but not attacking.

  “Do you know where we can find some food, or medical supplies?” Gina asked as they made their way to the door.

  “There’s a supply warehouse downtown,” the old man offered. “Next to the old post office. It’s unmarked, most people wouldn’t have a need to go in there.”

  “Thank you,” Gina said. “Thank you so much.”

  “How do you know?” Dean growled. Gina could tell that he was worried it was a trap. She didn’t blame him, but for some reason, she trusted this couple. They could have shot them and asked questions later, but they gave them the chance to walk away unharmed.

  “Used to work there, son,” the man said. “Now, don’t be coming back here. We don’t want to hurt anyone.”

  They reached the door and Dean started growling. “Get down!” he whispered.

  Gina immediately complied. The older woman backed off and the man came up to the side of the door, peering out. Dean crouched in front of the door, looking out.

  “Well, shit,” the older man said. Gina lifted her head up just enough to see what they were talking about. Outside, the truck from before had pulled up. In the front seat were the two men, with the three in the bed. They were yelling and cheering as they climbed out. Their prisoner was nowhere to be seen.

  They were coming right for the house. Gina had forgotten to shut the door. She mentally cursed herself.

  “What do we do?” Gina whispered.

  “Get back in the kitchen,” Dean ordered. “Take her to safety!”

  The older woman grabbed her by her wrist, hauling her towards the back of the house. Gina wanted to fight back, but what good would it do? What could she do? She didn’t have a weapon besides her walking stick and she would do nothing but get in the way. As she was being pulled away, she saw that Dean was pulling off his clothes.

  “What the hell are you doing, son?” the homeowner asked. Dean looked at him, his golden eyes glinting in the light.

  “I want you to take a shot at one of those men. Kill one, then get back into the kitchen. I’ll handle the rest. Just be sure not to shoot me.”