by Amelia Jade
"You're in for it now," he growled into her ear, making her jump. She had no idea he was so close behind, as the big white door opened in front of her, admitting her into his house. She giggled nervously as his massive hands ran up her sides before cupping her breasts through her shirt. Although she felt comfortable with him, it was only their second time being intimate, and she still felt that old pull of hesitation as he lifted her arms in the air to begin undressing her.
"Wait," she said, spinning around to face him. She ran her hands up the side of his neck, cupping his face as she looked into his eyes, becoming lost in the orange flecks that tinted the ring of brown surrounding his pupils. The depth of emotion that stared back almost floored Kailee, for it practically screamed certainty to her, that Jet knew without a doubt that she was the one for him.
"How? How can you be so sure?" she asked, in awe of the faith he placed in her. It was so unconditional, the love he was offering her, that she felt unworthy.
I don't deserve him.
The thought rocketed through her mind, but she didn't pull away. Whether she deserved him or not, he wanted her and only her. That much was crystal clear, to the point that she didn't even open her mouth to protest it. At that moment, she made a vow from there forward to always strive to be a woman worthy of his devotion and love. Whatever it took, she was going to be worthy of whatever it was he seemed to see in her.
"There's no easy answer to how I know, I just do. My bear feels it and I feel it. I trust both parts of that when they agree. What does your bear say?"
At that comment, her face flushed bright red as her bear agreed heartily with the sentiment. Her nipples hardened under her clothing, the nubs just barely visible through her bra and shirt. Before she could pull her hands away from his face to cover herself up, he grabbed her wrists and held them in place, using the grip to pull his face toward hers, so that he could kiss her again.
His hands went to her shirt once more, this time encountering no resistance as he stripped her clothing off. Not willing to submit just yet, Kailee fought back, attempting to remove one article of his for each of her own. She lost, but by the time she was naked, he was clad only in his compression boxers, his hard cock straining at the seams as she grabbed it tightly through the thin satin material.
"No, no, my turn now," he announced, his arm encircling her from the side as Jet effortlessly whisked her off of her feet. He carried her to the bedroom, opting for the more comfortable setting of the bed this time. The bed was massive, befitting a man of his stature, to the point that Kailee thought she might get lost among the white of the covers. Her creamy skin blended into it, but his hands found her legs with uncanny ease, pulling her to the edge of the bed as he kneeled down in front of her.
Her heart leapt into her mouth as his tongue made contact between her legs, drawing slow circles around her pulsating clit as he teased her. She hadn't been ready for such a sensation, but there was no denying the pleasure and her noises began to fill the room.
The slowly building tempo drove her wild, her fists digging deep into the sheets as she searched for something to hold on to. When Jet slid a finger inside of her, she nearly lost it, her back arching far beyond its norm while she bucked and writhed under his touch. That, combined with the slightly faster movement of his tongue was more than she could handle, sending Kailee over the edge.
Her first orgasm of the evening crashed over her, locking all her muscles as she quivered in place, unable to move as the waves of ecstasy lashed out from between her legs, igniting all of her nerves in sinful harmony. A cry filled with more emotion than she could comprehend tore from her throat as muscle control returned to her in a flash. Gasping for breath she pushed herself away from his touch, needing a moment to gather her wits.
Jet wasn't having any of it, however, climbing onto the bed, revealing to her that somehow during his actions he had managed to remove his underwear. His large cock hung between his legs, reigniting the fire between her own in an instant. She offered no resistance as he spread her legs, positioning himself to push inside of her. At that moment, he hesitated ever so slightly, looking to her for final permission.
With a smile, she wrapped her legs around his back, pulling him into her in one smooth motion. This time her cry was one of pain mixed with pleasure because she had forgotten just how girthy he was. Her wet cunt stretched to fit him, wrapping itself around the hard-as-steel rod.
Several moments passed before he began to move, giving her time to adapt to his size. As Jet slid in and out, Kailee felt her eyes roll back into her head. It was sensation overload, her entire body losing control of itself as he increased his pace.
It didn't take long for his growls to mix with her moans. She could feel what was happening before his teeth sunk into her, claiming her for his mate in the height of passion. She cried out at the pain, gasping in shock. It fucking hurt.
Nobody had warned her of the pain that came along with the moment. They only spoke of the sheer ecstasy of knowing they were mated for life. It was as if someone's teeth puncturing their neck was nothing more than a love tap.
The pain faded quickly and, in a fit of desire and revenge, she sunk her own teeth into Jet's neck, claiming him in return. As soon as she did, the connection with him blossomed into something completely unexpected. At the periphery of her sensations, if she really concentrated, Kailee could feel his own emotions. The pleasure he derived from being inside her rushed through the newfound connection, causing both of them to erupt in mutual spontaneous climaxes.
Perhaps this is what they meant by it being amazing.
Now Kailee could understand. She had never felt so connected to someone before, nor had she ever climaxed so hard in her life. It was mind-numbingly good. She wondered idly if it would always be like that. Leaving the bed would be much harder than normal if she had such explosive sex to look forward to every day.
"I might never leave the bed if it's going to be like this," Jet commented dryly as if reading her mind. She laughed with joy and pulled him down closer to her so that she could steal some more of his body warmth.
"You're assuming I'm going to let you," she whispered into his ear before nibbling on it sharply. He cried out in mock pain and tried to pull away, but she pulled hard with her legs around his waist to keep him inside of her. Already she could feel him hardening.
"You're a machine," she commented, doing her best to squeeze herself tight around him, flexing her Kegel muscles. She wasn't sure if it worked until his eyebrows shot up in surprise. With a small grin, she did it again, encouraging him to hurry up and return to form.
The return smile she got promised delightful agony in the best way possible. Closing her eyes, she pulled his face to hers, kissing her mate once again, but not for the last time that night.
***
Epilogue
It had been three weeks since the events at the mill, and Jet was feeling comfortable with life once more.
Word had reached him anonymously that Jack had been placed into a mental institute far away from the Bluffs and Kailee, ensuring her safety. That was a huge weight off of his shoulders, for he had spent many a time worrying as to her safety if she wasn't within his sight. She was a grown adult and needed to live her own life, however. He wasn't always able to keep a watchful eye on her. Jet may have claimed her as a mate, but he knew better than to try and rule over her life. He was smarter than that.
With that news breaking, he intended to formalize their plans for her to move in with him. His house was larger and in less need of repair, so it only made sense. It also had five bedrooms to her three, which would be perfect for the cubs they hoped to have. They hadn't verbalized it yet, but he knew she wanted to start a family soon.
The only thing was, he hadn't yet asked her to move in. It was what he wanted, and Jet was fairly certain it was what she wanted as well. That did not alleviate any of his nerves, however, especially as he pondered the other question he intended to ask her sometime in the com
ing weeks. He was simply waiting for the right moment to ask.
At the moment, the two of them were finishing up another late shift at work. Two days after her ordeal Kailee had bullied her way back into the bar. She had threatened, cajoled, ordered and finally shouldered her way past him. He hadn't wanted her to come back so soon, but she had claimed it was driving her crazy to sit at home and do nothing. Her winning argument had been devastatingly simple and effective.
"If I'm at work, you'll be able to keep me safer than if I'm home alone," she had told him the one day, beating aside his final resistance.
He glanced over at her once again, a smile blossoming on his face. The way she brushed away the few loose locks of her brown hair that kept falling into her face always caused him to grin.
"What is it, Jet?" She smiled at him, radiating happiness without any of the earlier walls she had erected to fend him off. It was pure, unadulterated love that he was beaming back at him and it made his heart skip a beat.
"I want you to move in with me." There, he had said it, forcing the words out in what he hoped was a steady tone. Kailee stared at him, several emotions running across her face before one of determination settled into place.
"If you're serious, be serious," she said slowly, watching his every move.
Luckily he already had his hand in his pocket, so she wasn't able to guess what he had in mind. Taking a deep breath, holding his head high, he walked toward her.
"I love you, Kailee Britten. I intend to live my life out with you. I want you to move in, I want to have cubs with you, and most importantly, I want to call you my wife. Will you marry me?" He dropped to his knee in front of her at the last, pulling a small, velvet black box from his pocket and opening it to show her the ring inside.
She gasped in surprise, obviously not expecting things to move quite that fast, while he had known this was what he wanted to do with her since the day they met. Now he finally had the chance to do it properly.
A tear welled up in her eye and although she was speechless, her headed moved fractionally up and down. There was no resistance as he took her left hand, sliding the ring on smoothly. It fit perfectly to his shock. He had estimated her ring size, doing his best to draw comparisons so the jeweller could attempt it. Jet filed a mental note to give him a tip the next time he was there because it certainly made the moment perfect.
His heart began to calm, even as he grew excited at the prospect of their continued life together.
"To us," he toasted a few minutes later, after he had done as she commanded and kissed her hard.
They drank deeply, a smile plastered on both of their faces. Life was good, he thought.
Life was good.
The End
Broken Bear
A Paranormal
Shapeshifter Romance
By Amelia Jade
Broken Bear
Copyright © 2015 by Amelia Jade
First Electronic Publication: August 2015
Amelia Jade
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All sexual activities depicted occur between consenting characters 18 years or older who are not blood related.
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Broken Bear
Chapter One
Tanner
Lightning flashed across the sky, lighting up the clouds around them in an awe-inspiring display of power. Moments later the crack and rumble of the shockwave washed over the vehicle, echoing in the silence as the three men focused on the road. The wipers flicked back and forth, dumping torrents of water off the side of the windshield in a futile effort. The constant impact of raindrops left a permanent layer of liquid diffusing the view of the road.
"I can barely see a thing through this." The voice came from the passenger seat to his right.
"I know, me neither. If we can't, though, it definitely stands to reason that the person driving that car can't either."
Tanner Bryant was more concerned for the safety of the people in the medium-sized sedan driving ahead of him. He, Dylan in the passenger seat, and Devon in the backseat were ensconced within the large Bluff Power hydro truck. There was a lot more between them and danger. The storm outside was one of the worst he had seen in some time, even after having lived in Bear Bluffs for the better part of a decade, where furious storms were a common theme.
Slowing his speed, he backed off, leaving even more room between him and the car in front. If things went sour, they would do so in a hurry and Tanner wanted to ensure he had plenty of time to react. His knuckles tightened around the wheel at another crack of thunder;he held his breath for a moment before slowly letting it out with a soft whoosh of air. There was entirely too much distance between them and home for his liking.
Trees lined the sides of two-lane road, trunks standing thick and tall as they towered over the travelers. Despite their magnificent presence, they did very little to block the howling wind that whipped down the road like it was a causeway. Tanner couldn't help but marvel at the conditions outside. Just a scant few hours ago the sun had been out, beating down upon his neck as he worked high in a tree. The tree had overgrown the power line, and his company was brought in to clear the issue. With the way the weather was developing, it looked like his team had brought it down just in time.
"Oh shit!" Dylan exclaimed loudly as lightning flashed ahead, striking a tree on the side of the road with explosive force.
Tanner had already seen it, however, and slammed on the brakes. He watched in horror as the lightning-weakened tree toppled over in apparent slow-motion, blocking the road ahead. The sedan travelling ahead of them wrenched to the side, and Tanner watched in horror as a thick branch slammed down onto the roof of the car.
Then he had to pay attention to his own problems. The slippery road was causing the truck to slide off the road and into the mud-soaked ditch. The occupants bounced around viciously, but as they came to a stop, a quick look told him they were all in one piece.
"Devon, on the phone, now. Call Calan at the Fire Department and tell him to get out here. Give him the details. Dylan, you're with me," he growled, taking charge of the situation without a delay.
The two of them rushed toward the car through the blinding rain, intent on doing whatever they could to help the occupants. Growing up, Tanner had never had anyone who would be there for him. Now, when someone needed his help, he promised himself he would be there. His long, powerful legs churned as the thought burned inside his head, pushing himself ahead of Dylan as he leapt over an outstretched branch before half-ducking, half-sliding underneath another one. The car was completely entangled within the tree, and he feared the worst for anyone in the passenger seat, which was completely crumpled by a bend in the branch that had struck it.
"There's nobody on this side," Dylan yelled over the howling wind and driving rain. Tanner slid to a stop next to the driver's side, peering through the smashed window to look at the driver. She looked dazed, but was rapidly coming to her senses. When she looked over at him, Tanner sucked in a
breath.
Staring back at him were the most beautiful hazel eyes he had ever seen. Flakes of orange ringed the pupil, adding a mysterious depth to them that sucked him in. He longed to peer into them for hours on end, the fascination never-ending. It wasn't until her eyes narrowed that he realized she was trying to say something.
"I'm sorry, are you okay?"
"Yes, I'm fine. Now, can you help me get out of here?" the woman said, her arms straining as she pulled on the door handle and pushed out with all of her strength. Smashing the remnants of the window away, Tanner clamped his massive hands down on the door and pulled from his side, adding all of his incredible strength.
The door didn't move.
"Can you climb out the window?" he asked, noting for the first time the size of the woman trapped in the car. She was no dainty elf, but instead was much larger and she had some rather luscious curves. He frowned at the way his mind was analyzing her. She needed his help, not approval as his mate.
Wait? WHAT?!
His bear was growling, beginning to get restless as he took in more and more of this beautiful stranger. Her long brown hair was thrashing about as she grew frantic, trying to open the door. She couldn't remove her legs from the steering well without ramming her knees into the door, so she was effectively trapped by the crushed metal.
"I need to get out of here!" she said, slamming her hands into the door, once again to no effect. The frame was too warped for the door to open. They would have to wait for Calan to get here with his tools to cut her out. In the meantime, Tanner knew he needed to keep her calm.
"Hey, it's going to be okay," he said loudly over the storm so that she could hear him, doing his best to sound calm and collected.
