“But it would have been taken care of if it wasn’t for me.” All it took was someone to show her forgiveness about what she had done and the guilt would come pouring out. Now guilt was eating her alive as she sat in his naked lap and looked up at him.
He seemed to understand she was genuinely remorseful. She got a hairless version of his usual bear hug and snuggled into his chest.
“I am supposed to be comforting you,” she muttered, relaxing a little as his huge paw of a hand began to rub small circles on her back.
“You are naked,” he pointed out.
“I know that.” She chuckled, smiling as her burden eased a bit now that she had expressed her guilt. “So are you.”
“And you want to comfort me?” he asked, his smile looking sly.
“In any way possible.”
“Then fuck me.”
They paused only long enough for Declan to retrieve and don another condom. Then he was positioning Gillian right back in his lap, grinding up into her pussy with his latex covered shaft.
God, one smile from this man — he could turn her on with only a wink and a smile.
She wanted him. She needed him deep inside her.
She remembered the night before with a sense of awe and accomplishment. She took all that fat cock inside of her and tamed it. She wanted to feel the power of him once more.
She reached between them and positioned the head of his cock at her opening. She rubbed him and groaned as she felt her body’s wetness flow for him.
Declan had both hands at her waist, supporting her as his eyes took in her body perched over his.
She ran one hand up his bare chest to tweak at his nipples before she leaned forward and took one into her mouth. He hissed as his hand clenched tightly before he fell backwards onto the bed, lying prone beneath her.
“Mmm,” she whispered softly, pulling away from one nipple to nip at the other. “You taste good.”
“I taste shaved,” he grumbled but his body did arch under the stimulation as she bit down on his nipple in retaliation.
“Oh?” She arched an eyebrow and let her hand wander over his chest.
Declan hissed from between clenched teeth, and she felt his cock harden further in her hand.
“Sensitivity has some bonuses,” she pointed out before she began to sink down on his hardness.
Declan’s eyes fluttered shut as she rested both hands on his chest for balance.
“You like that, yes?”
Declan refused to answer so Gillian took matters into her own hands. She gently raked her nails over his chest, being sure to graze his nipples. Declan hissed and arched beneath her, his eyes slamming shut as he shuddered.
“Oh, yeah,” she purred.
“Shut up and fuck me,” he snapped back, and with a smile, Gillian did just that.
She leaned down, letting her hair run over his sensitized chest as she rocked back and forward, not up and down, grinding him inside her, sending tingles through her pussy as she teased.
“Gillian!” he whined, opening desperate green eyes to her. “Please, baby?”
His pleading tone went straight to her groin. She leaned over farther, pressing her swinging breasts into the hot skin of his chest as she rose up a little and slammed down.
“Uris, yes!” he hissed. “Fuck me, baby. Fuck me good and hard!”
Her guilt behind her, Gillian began to ride her lover, closing her eyes and relishing the feel of his fat cock filling her to the brim. Her clit was pressed into his smooth groin by her position, and her breasts pressed against his hard nipples. She inhaled, taking in the scents of sex and vanilla that always seemed to cover him. Ohh, so good, she thought, her body quivering over his. It felt so good to be on top, to hold him down, to take her pleasure from his willing body.
Her eyes popped open as his hands dropped to her ass, clenching the soft cheeks and squeezing in time to her thrusts. She moaned loudly, pulling up enough to nuzzle into his neck, feeling his heat wash over her.
“Got to get deeper,” he breathed, arching up suddenly, sliding backwards onto the bed, his feet flat to the mattress.
“Oh, a back rest.” Gillian sat up and sank fully down on him again. They both groaned at the feeling, and Declan’s hands slid from her ass, around her front to cup her bobbing breasts. He pinched her nipples, tugging them into hard peaks as Gillian leaned back against his knees, her eyes closing as he thrust up.
“Declan!” she gasped, her hands pressing his harder against her breasts. “I like that.”
“Good,” he panted, thrusting again. “I’m going to do it again.”
Declan circled his hips, making his cock hit every spot deep within her before he pulled back and thrust up sharply again.
Gillian was lost in her moaning now, riding her man slowly, letting the erotic feelings fill her. She was on display, she knew, and it only made her wilder. Declan loved to watch her, loved to touch her. He loved to feel her getting off on him. She would give him what he wanted.
She opened her eyes and leaned into his touch, one of her hands sliding down between them to tease her clit while the other ran through her hair, tugging as she began to match him thrust for thrust.
She pressed the hand between them down, rising up so she could feel him slide deep inside. She panted, fire trailing through her labia as she pressed on the stretched skin, collecting the moisture flowing freely from her.
“Taste me,” she demanded, pulling her fingers free and pressing them to his lips.
Growling, he sucked them in deep, his green eyes going black as he laved her fingers with his tongue, sucking every bit of her juices from them.
He rocked up harder and she pressed down, fire shooting up her spine as he sucked her fingers gently. Then her world was spinning and she found herself flat on her back, her legs over his shoulders, and Declan began to pound into her.
“Mine,” he growled, burying his face in her neck, inhaling her scent. “Mine!”
And she could only gasp in agreement as he began to pound her hard. Her pussy trembled, giving every thrust a warm, tight welcome as she lost herself in the pleasure of this mating.
Declan was big and powerful, but she knew if she told him to stop he would, that if she pushed him over onto his back he would allow it, that if she demanded that he make her come —
“Make me come, dammit!” she screamed, her hands going to his head to fist his hair. “Fuck me, Declan!”
Growling that low, vibrating tone, he slid one hand between them, pressing his thumb against her clitoris as he ground his hips down deep. Gillian hissed, her head going back, her toes curling, her body dancing helplessly beneath him as wildfire shot through her.
He did it again and again, pressing against all her hot spots until with a mewling cry. Her inner walls milked him, clenching hard around his cock as she arched deeply, her body threatening to shake apart.
Just that face he made looking down at her, the helpless, vulnerably greedy, knowing face, was the edge she needed to tip her into release.
Once the maelstrom running throughout her eased, she opened her eyes to stare up at him, noting his wicked grin as he pressed his chest down against her.
“Can I get mine now?” he asked, his soft voice more accented than usual. “I really want to fuck you through this mattress.”
She generously gave her eager consent. Declan pulled out and flipped her over. She yelped as he gripped her hips and pulled her to her knees.
“What — Oh!”
Her question was cut off as he sharply slapped one ass cheek, pleasure-pain making her push back against him.
“Oh, yeah,” he muttered, rubbing where he’d popped her, pushing the sting away. “I love the way your ass bounces.”
Then he was sliding in deeper than before, making her quivering pussy spasm around him again as he gripped her hips and pulled her back. If she hadn’t been so aroused and relaxed from her first orgasm, it might have hurt. But there was no pain. He glided in deep on he
r hot, liquid welcome.
“Oh, fuck me,” Gillian whimpered as he pulled out and slammed in again.
He was so big and masculine above her, and he felt so hot, so hard. He was riding her deep, his hips slapping against her ass, his balls tapping her clit, sending a shot of raw, burning ecstasy at each thrust.
Gillian moved back against him, feeling her body spiral out of control once more.
“Uris, baby,” he grunted, dropping to cover her completely, his arms wrapping around her waist.
Gillian could not stop her arch into him any more than she could stop her pussy from trying to hold him deep. The way he hovered made her feel protected, vital, cherished. She loved that feeling, never wanted it to end.
But one of his clever fingers slid down, rubbing around her clit in just the right way.
“Oh, oh. Oh — Declan!” she screamed as her inner walls clenched around him once more. She felt him swell harder and knew he would be joining her in this release.
“Gill — Oh, Uris, baby,” he managed before he slammed in deep and stiffened, his balls drawing up, his cock swelling to its fullest inside her. Moaning, she felt her climax tear through her, felt the condom fill with heat as he released his seed, felt her mind melt and her world burn to cinders in his embrace.
They both collapsed onto the bed, a sweaty, tangled mess of limbs, shuddering and groaning against each other.
After a few moments, he pulled back and she had to grin over her shoulder.
“Wanna do that again?” She chuckled. “I like orgasms on command.”
“You will be the death of me.” He squeezed her in his arms again, burying his face in her hair and sniffing hard.
“But what a way to go.” She relaxed into him, ignoring the fact that they both were hot and sticky. It felt too good in his arms to give this up just yet. She was going to enjoy the afterglow to the fullest.
And when he settled against her, pulling her fully into his embrace, she knew he felt the same way.
Chapter Five
“Why is it that I want to fuck you instead of killing you?” Gillian giggled as Declan lifted his head from his folded arms to glare at her. “I’m being serious here. I have no idea why I’m not trying to wring your pretty little neck instead of nibbling at it.”
“It’s because I’m special.” She spoke softly as she rubbed down his back. “And you know that.” He opened his mouth to speak but she cut him off. “And not in that mentally challenged way that you’re thinking.”
“I wasn’t — okay, maybe I was.” He snickered. “I am just amazed that you are not freaking out more.”
“Freaking out?”
Declan settled his head back on his arms and relaxed as much as he could. “Yeah. It’s not like you knew you were bringing a real bear home.”
“I was wondering about that too.” She paused in rubbing his back, and Declan lifted his head once again. “But I chalk it up to a miscommunication. You told me that you were a bear and I thought you meant bear not bear bear.”
“And you are fine with that?” Declan was genuinely curious. He wanted to know what she was thinking. It was odd for someone to not understand what he was speaking of when he introduced himself as a bear. Instead of screaming or asking a lot of embarrassing questions, she just wanted to have more sex. She was, in a word, stacking up to be the sexiest thing to happen to him in a long time.
“Strangely enough —” She shrugged and paused to squeeze more cream onto his back. “— I’m not bothered by it. I always act on my instincts. My instincts are telling me you just may be what I have been missing in my life.”
“Your instincts?” He grinned. “What do you know about instincts, human girl?” he teased.
“Woman,” she corrected.
“Woman,” he agreed, rolling over onto his side to look at her. “Okay, woman,” and he smiled as she giggled, settling back to stare at him. “What do you know about instincts?”
“I know that they have never led me or my family wrong.”
“So it’s a family thing.” He licked his lips as he stared at her naked body. Gillian was built perfectly in his eyes. She was tall for a female, with legs that seemed to go on forever. Her body was curved just like a forties pin-up model, firm and supple with enough curves to make a man happy.
“The women in my family always go by their instincts.” She tilted her head to the side, her smile infectious and innocent while being devastatingly sexy. He could not stop himself from reaching out to caress her, running his fingers over her soft brown skin. “Since my ancestors fled Russia and settled here in the US centuries ago.”
“Back that long?” he asked, genuinely amused by this glimpse into her family’s past.
“Longer. My many times removed grandmother was a barber in the Old West. She pulled teeth, sewed wounds, and cut hair under the watchful eye of her husband.”
“So she didn’t do it alone, then?” He chuckled. “So the women in your family are tough, but they do like their men.”
”And there is a difference between like and need, Mister,” she retorted archly. “She chose a man who was strong enough to follow her.”
“And she fled her homeland with this extraordinary talent because…” He trailed off.
“Because she fell in love with a man her family did not approve of. So she took her jewelry, the clothing on her back, and her hair dresser set, and she left, taking the man with her.”
“So her people didn’t like her potential mate and she ran off with him anyway. Did her family chase her?”
“Of course they did.” Gillian snorted indelicately, rolling her eyes. “But she refused to go back with them, and when they tried to use force, she was ready for them.”
She reached to her bedside table and pulled to her a box made of old wood. With the box secured in her lap, she reached in and pulled out an old folding razor.
“Her husband made sure she was well protected when he couldn’t be there, so the legend goes.”
She opened the razor, its sharp edge catching the light and making it look all the more sharp. Declan was fascinated and moved closer, something about the blade drawing as well as repelling him.
“He had this made for her,” Gillian explained, “and designed to match her brush. The brush has something of the family crest on it, but no one has ever been able to identify it.”
“May I?” he finally asked, feeling as if he were being compelled to examine the razor.
“Sure.” She handed it over with a smile.
From the moment he held it in his hands, Declan knew why the thing bothered him so much. “It’s silver.”
“It can’t be,” Gillian denied. “Silver would tarnish. I’ve never had to polish this.”
“I have no idea what other metals he used, but this definitely contains silver.”
“But you would have had a reaction,” she explained. “It’s the one I used to shave you and — Oh.”
“Yeah,” he repeated, feeling his temper rise. “Oh.”
“So I kind of scoured you with silver?” Her voice rose a few octaves in horror as the realization of what she had done settled on her face.
“Kind of.” He was angry — oh, yes he was angry. Using silver on a shifter could be ruled a personal attack. But for some strange reason, he found his anger changing into something akin to amusement. But the smile that wanted to break free never materialized. It was caught up with a violent attack of itches that made him want to scream. So he glared instead, handed her back her razor and began digging at the skin of his arms.
“I am the reason why you can’t shift and heal.”
“Silver burns take weeks,” he grumbled low under his breath. “It’s like a severe allergy attack on top of a burn. My system has to metabolize the silver and push it out of my body before it can heal.”
“Oh.” Her voice now sounded weak, and her gaze dropped from his to look at the razor she held once more. “I did this to you. I hurt you.”
And, dam
n it, her tone was making him want to take her into his arms and soothe her pain away. He pouted and tried to work up a good growl, to put things back into perspective. He was angry with her. He wanted to hurt her bad. She had interfered, and now he was in a bind with his treaties. She was — she was about to cry.
No, he thought, turning his gaze anywhere but on her. It was not his business if she wanted to cry and whimper her guilt away. He began scratching harder, faster, tearing at his irritated skin. He couldn’t care less.
But there were tears welling up in her big brown eyes, and his arms were itching like fire — and — he had to say something— “Did you have to shave my arms and legs too?”
“I wanted your hair to — to grow back evenly.” She raised one trembling hand to her face, rubbing at her eyes. “I didn’t want you to look bad. I wanted you per — perfect,” her voice broke on the word. “Perfect again,” she finished on a rush. “As perfect as you were when you came to me. I wanted to fix my mistake.”
Damn it all to hell, Declan thought before his heart wrenched in his chest, and he found himself reaching for her.
“Shh,” he soothed. “It’s okay. Really.”
And that was when she totally lost it.
“I’m so sorry,” she sobbed, getting tears and snot and spit all over his chest. “I didn’t mean to! I didn’t know you were a bear bear, and now you are having business trouble and it’s all my fault! I skinned Yogi!”
He frowned at her Yogi comment, but rolled his eyes and hugged her closer. “You didn’t know.”
“But —” She sobbed harder. “But I have never shaved anyone and hurt them. And I have never given a bad haircut until now! I ruined you, Declan! I am so sorry!”
“I wouldn’t say ruined —”
“You are a bald gray bear now, Declan! A big, ashy-skinned bear with puff balls on his hands and feet!”
“Don’t remind me,” he groused, his eyes narrowing as he stared down at the top of her head. Maybe if he squeezed a little harder —
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