by Woods, Jade
A growl suddenly encompassed them, and spread outward to fill the room. Garrett was momentarily shocked to realize he was the source of that sound. Dahlia’s eyes went wide, and she took a step back. Her legs connected with the bed, and she plopped on the mattress. He hated that he had startled her, but he was angry that she thought so little of herself.
He opened his mouth to correct her assumption when the door started vibrating in its cradle. He barked, “What!”
A muffled, demure voice drifted to them. “Is everything okay?”
“It’s fine,” he said, reeling himself in. “Show your gratitude, and clean up the kitchen, and wash the dishes.”
“Already in the works,” Bruin said.
Garrett waited for a long moment, and when he was sure the bear was gone, he turned his attention to Dahlia who looked like she didn’t want to be here. Taking a deep breath, Garrett sunk to his knees in front of her.
“I’m sorry I scared you. I just don’t like to hear you talk like that. And I didn’t mean to lead to believe you aren’t desirable to me. It’s the complete opposite… Dahlia, you are the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. We bears like our women healthy. My reluctance has nothing to do with you.” He took her trembling hands in his, and ran his thumb across her knuckles. Smirking, he pegged her with a salacious look. “If you’d let me, I’ll give you a taste of what it’s like to be with a bear.”
Her eyes flared in the darkness, and her arousal-laced scent slammed into him. The shockwave was so forceful, he was nearly knocked on his ass. But he knew she wasn’t in the right frame of mind, and her body was too tense to enjoy what he wanted to do with her.
Man up, he told himself. “After watching my father suffer through my mother’s death, I promised myself I wouldn’t go through that. That’s why I’ve been trying to fight this attraction. I tell you again, it has nothing to do with you.”
Her chest heaved with heavy breath, and her eyes glistened. “I’m sorry. That must have been horrible for you to see. How old were you?”
He smiled softly, because her sincerity touched him in a place he thought he had locked away. “Seventeen. She was severely injured by a pack of wolf-shifters, and died two days later. Dad died the next year from a broken heart. We mate for life, and he couldn’t handle loosing Mom. I guess he tried to hold on for my sake, but in the end, he’d lost his will to live. The Stone Claw clan fell apart, and they went their separate ways. Except for Bruin. He was my father’s beta, and now he is mine.”
Her palm against his cheek startled him, and he looked into her beautiful eyes, just wanting to get lost in the vast ocean—that single looked mellowed him, and it was a wonder such a simple glance could weaken him so completely. Her warmth soaked into him, and he leaned against her touch, realizing how cold and hard he had become. He needed the hot, soft touch of a good woman, and he couldn’t think of anyone better than Dahlia.
Slowly, he leaned in, watching her for clues of resistance. Her gaze dropped to his lips, and he took it as a cue. He claimed her mouth carefully, and let her set the pace. She responded instantly, a little moan vibrating in her throat. He swiped his tongue across her lip, and she opened for him. Accepting the invitation, he took possession of her mouth, his hands coming up to cradle her neck. Her vibrant pulse beat against his skin as he kissed her.
Whispering against her lips, he asked, “Will you let me show you how beautiful I find you to be?”
She nodded, a little smirk playing at her lips. Garrett returned her grin, and pushed her down against the mattress.
Chapter Nine
Am I really doing this? Dahlia swallowed a lump the size of an apple as Garrett urged her onto the bed. Her mind was still spinning from his confession that he found her attractive as well as his story about losing his parents. She wanted to hold him close, and cuddle him… and she wanted him to make good on his promise.
She blinked with wide eyes as he crawled on top of her, his hips splitting her thighs. He didn’t lay his weight onto her, but his presence was immense like a flame close to her skin. She watched in fascinations as his lips slowly lowered to hers and when all that softness made contact, she forgot why she was trying to talk herself out of this—what woman in her right mind would pass up the opportunity that was Garrett?
Besides, deep inside, she felt as if this were more than a casual hook-up.
His lips left her mouth, and trailed languorous little pecks across her jaw and down the side of her neck. She rolled her head to the side, giving him the room he needed. His breath flittered across her skin, and sent the sensation right between her legs.
Rumbling against her throat, he whispered, “I can smell your need. It’s intoxicating.”
Heat rushed to her cheeks that he could scent something so intimate. “Is that a bear thing?”
He muttered an affirmative then planted kisses along her collar bone until she was squirming under him. The whole thing was crazy. She couldn’t believe she had confirmed the existence of shape-shifting beings, and now had one in her bed intent on making her melt. She must have discovered a portal to another dimension in those woods.
Garrett’s fingers dipped under her shirt, and when they grazed the sensitive skin of her stomach, she jerked, biting down on her tongue to keep from laughing. His lips pulled up in amusement as he glided his fingers up her abdomen. They stopped at the base of her bra. Pushing her shirt up with his other hand, his gaze dropped to her bound breasts. Drizzling caramel… yeah, that’s what Garrett’s eyes reminded her of. Warm ribbons of creamy caramel.
Pushing her shirt over her head, Garrett’s eyes brightened as they settled on her lace covered breasts. “Such nice underwear underneath these casual clothes. Like a gift wrapped in simple brown paper.”
The tease in his voice made the blood rush to her cheeks, and she offered him a meek look.
Chuckling, he ran a finger across the edge of the cup. “Tell me you put this on for me.”
Her jaw fell open, but she couldn’t find her words. Okay, so she had been hopeful that things might progress to the naked stage. No sense in not being prepared, right? But admitting that he had an intense, panty-wetting effect on her was… she thought it might make her appear desperate.
“It’s okay,” he said, pressing a chaste kiss to the swell of her left breast. “You don’t have to say it. We shifters have other ways of divining the truth.”
Any sort of counter she could come up with was blown away by his soft lips and scorching tongue. He cherished the skin of her chest with kisses and gentle little nips, and when he ran his tongue along the edge of the cup, she arched up into him. He hadn’t even hit her most sensitive areas yet and already she was ready to burst. His male chuckle of satisfaction soaked into her, making her heart drum, and her thighs vibrate.
Dahlia realized she had no idea what she had gotten herself into.
Garrett slid the cup down to expose her breast. She watched with fascination as his lips covered the areola, her nipple disappearing into his mouth. It was as if she had been swallowed by fire, his mouth burning. He suckled at her boobs for a long while, switching every now and then, and generally leaving her a puddle on the bed. Her pussy thumped with need, and she tightened her legs around his hips.
“Savor… this,” he muttered, planting sweet kisses on the underside of her breast. “No rush.”
She nodded in agreement, her throat feeling parched. All her senses tuned into his mouth and the way it worked across her body. From the lightest of kisses against her ribs, to the fleeting graze of his tongue across her navel, every move was designed to push her to the edge, and she was willing to march right up to that cliff. He tugged at her jeans, and slid them off her legs. Craning her neck to watch him, she gaped at the sight of Garrett pulling at the edge of her panties with his teeth, the scarlet fabric threatening to tear.
He made a feral sound, and she thought he might rip through them. Wrapping his bulging arms around her thighs, he rubbed his cheek again
st her lower stomach, his scruff downy. “Tell me you wore this for me.”
Dahlia hissed as he ran a single finger down the thin slip of silk that covered her pussy.
“Please,” he begged, his tone saturated with a need she didn’t understand. “Did you wear this lingerie because you thought it would please me?”
How could she deny him such a simple thing? She realized she was still hesitant about having sex with him, but not because of the whole shape-changer thing. Her source of hesitation stemmed from the assumption that a man like this couldn’t possibly find a woman like her attractive. Cursing her ex’s name, she pushed those thoughts away and focused on Garrett. He is here. He said he finds me attractive…
“Yes,” Dahlia croaked. “I wore them for you. I hoped we might… that you wanted to…”
He let loose a slow, deep growl that spread out to fill the room, and she shivered from the ferocity that glowed in his eyes. He tucked his fingers in the band of her panties and pushed them down her thighs. She obliged, wiggling her hips—she was glad he hadn’t decided to shred her best pair of underwear.
Tossing the panties aside, Garrett stood over her, his eyes scanning her body. His close introspection made her feel self-conscious, but he seemed to like what he saw, his throat shifting hard and his eyes hooding. As if she could miss the massive erection pressing against his jogging shorts, though? “Jesus… You are beautiful. I love the way your eyes challenge me, and how your tits shift as you breathe. And the feeling of your thighs squeezing me… you are heaven if there ever was such a place, Dahlia.”
Biting her lip, the praise went right to her heart. Her ex had never told her that before… Come to think of it, no man had expressively describe what they found so appealing about her.
Garrett collapsed before her, and parted her thighs with his massive shoulders. “Don’t hide yourself from me,” he said then pressed a kiss to her inner thigh. “I want to see all of you. Every intimate inch.”
She forced herself to relax, his mouth so close to where she needed it, drove her crazy. Only one man had ever given her oral, and she’d been too self-aware to relax and enjoy it. But with Garrett, she believed him when he said he found her beautiful.
“That’s right, Dahlia. Open for me, and let me serve you. Let me show you how a bear loves his female.”
A little moan escaped her lips, and her senses heightened. She took in every little detail, from the way the cool sheets felt under her body, to the sound of his heavy breath, and the scent of pine and clean water and male arousal… but nothing could compare to the instant Garrett’s tongue licked a languorous stroke up her slit. Her spine bowed off the bed, and she tightened her legs around his bulk as he kissed her clit gently.
“Mm, better than honey,” he cooed then dove back in.
Dahlia’s world was rocked out of its orbit as Garrett went to town on her, his tongue exploring every inch of her pussy in detail. When he penetrated her with that wicked tool, she squirmed. When he suckled on her clit, she lost all reservation and voiced her pleasure. In the back of her mind, she knew they weren’t alone, but she didn’t care in this moment. She’d never had a man so thoroughly explore her, and the realization that he was enjoying it as much as she was heightened her arousal.
Garrett made little mewls of happiness as he pleasured her, his eyes focused on her as if he were reading her body language. Seeing him in between her thighs, his face buried in her pussy, was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen, and it catapulted her over that cliff she was trying to hang on to.
Her orgasm rushed to the surface, and she grabbed onto a pillow to stifle her screams as she came hard. Garrett growled against her quivering flesh. He didn’t stop as wave after wave crashed into her.
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Dahlia was exquisite, but even that word failed to describe how primaly beautiful she was in this moment. Her hair fanned across the mattress like a golden halo, and her creamy body undulated with every lick of his tongue. Her face was twisted by pleasure and her legs were squeezing the stuffing out of him. Garrett couldn’t have been happier.
He knew he was in trouble. He couldn’t get enough of her taste, or the sound of her rapture, nor the scent of her arousal. He would see that she was well satisfied, but he’d need more… more of her sweet, addicting honey. From her initial shock at his intention, he was sure no man had given her such pleasure, and that realization stroked his shifter ego.
As she came again, her fingers thrust into his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. He growled in approval. He would not stop until she begged him to, until she was limp and satiated. She would know his worth by the end of the night, and if he were lucky, she’d never want for another male again.
“Garrett!” she hissed as he drove his tongue into her channel. “Please.”
He rumbled deep in his chest at her demand, and returned to her clit. He had to hold her body steady else she fly off the bed as another orgasm engulfed her. It was so powerful, he was sure he could feel the vibrations taking place deep inside her body, and—Oh fuck. I need to feel her cum around my cock. But this was all for her, so he set his own need on the back burner.
“I can’t take anymore,” she rasped.
Garrett backed off, and grinned as he watched her come down. He rested his cheek against her soft, pillowy thigh, and stamped this moment into his brain. When he mated with random women, he was always sure to pick smaller females he wasn’t attracted to in order to keep an emotional distance. Now that he had Dahlia… he felt as if he had been waiting for her all his life.
Several long moments passed, and Dahlia eventually glanced down her body. She beamed. “Oh my God. This did not just happen.”
He let out a very male chuckle. “Do I need to try for another then? Would a fourth orgasm convince you?”
She squeaked and yanked on his hair, the move sending a chill through his body. He liked when his women told him exactly what they wanted. “No! That was… amazing. No more… I’ll burst into flame, I swear.”
Her confession delighted him and he kissed her thigh. He crawled up her body, and pressed a soft kiss to one of her nipples, then pushed a stray curl away from her face. Her eyes glittered in the low light, and exhaustion crossed her face. Her hand came up to meet his cheek, her fingers running through his beard as if she liked the feel of it. He shifted onto the mattress, and guided her with him, her legs wrapping around his hips. Her smile was beautiful as he cuddled her close.
“Didn’t I tell you? We bears are cuddle machines,” he said against her cheek.
She giggled, and it went right to his dick that was flush against her stomach. “I can see that.”
Her lip went between her teeth, and a wicked glean entered her eyes. He opened his mouth to ask what she was thinking about, but his words came out in a garbled curse as she wrapped her fingers around his erection. She didn’t even have to move, just her hand against his favorite body part was enough to make him lose his mind.
“Tonight was for you,” he croaked, trying to keep his composure.
She held his eyes as she thumbed his glans, drawing out a gasp. “Then you’ll have no complaints about me touching you. I like big dick as much as any other girl.”
The naughty words on her lips sent him spiraling into another dimension. Rolling on his back, he managed a hoarse, “I’m all yours.”
Her grin reflected all victory. He had made her squirm, and he knew she intended to return the favor. She guided him to her lips, and he let her control the kiss, her tongue confident as it stroked against his own. While she ruled his mouth, her hot palm returned to his dick, the strokes slow and deep. But then her touch was gone, and he watched in wonder as she straddled him, the dampness of her pussy burning his nutsack.
Garrett couldn’t breathe—was she going to fuck him? A million thoughts darted through his mind as she leaned over him, and dug around in the bedside drawer. She sat up on his hips and held up a little tube of pink liquid. He watched with wide eyes as she
squirted some into her palms, and discarded the bottle to the side. Rubbing her palms together, her grin was calculating.
“I think you’ll like this,” she said as she grabbed his dick, and jerked him off, the oil allowing for smooth, warm strokes.
Garrett threw his head against the mattress and tried to hang on a little longer. Her grip was perfect, the right amount of pressure and she knew exactly how much stimulation he could take before she backed off. His mind blown by the experience, he gripped her hips.
“Does it smell good to you?” she asked.
Nodding, the words were hard to get as he watched the head of his cock disappear and reappear into her fist. “Like… strawberry.”
“Yep. I love massage oils. You know what else this particular one is good for?” Dahlia asked, her lips pulled up in supreme pleasure.
“I’m about to find out, aren’t I?” he groaned out, every stroke making him shudder.
She moved down his legs, and when her curls brushed his hip he barked a harsh curse. Her tongue extended, and her eyes met his as she ran it up the underside of his shaft. He didn’t look away as that pink tool wiggled around his glans, tracing every wrinkle. In this moment, he realized he had underestimated her. She wasn’t some shy little kitten than needed guidance—she was a caged lioness that had been waiting for the right guy to set her free.
“Oh God, Dahlia. I’m not going to last long,” he said, commanding his dick to hold out a little longer. He wanted her to explore him further until she knew every corner of him, but the orgasm was so close that he held it back by sheer will.
She laughed, the sound like music to his ears. Her lips returned to his glans and she sucked gently while her tongue teased him. Just when he was about to explode, she backed off and licked his shaft, lapping up the oil. She repeated the process several times until he was squirming, the need to reach climax ruling him. But he never wanted this to end.
