He opened his arms when the tiny wolf crept into their bedroom. The furry little guy was scared to be by himself, so he slept between them, and Bo watched over both of them as they rested. His heart had never felt fuller.
After a few nights, Liam had decided he preferred sleeping by himself—he said Bo snored too loud and it hurt his ears, and Bo was left once again with the beautiful woman he was dying to mate.
Tonight was their night. If she still wanted him. He’d shown her the scariest, most aggressive side of him, and she seemed okay, after the initial shock had worn off. He prayed she would still want him. He needed her. His bear needed her. With every breath they took.
Bo checked his cell phone again, and Jane chuckled and took it from him.
“He’s going to be fine.” She rose onto her tiptoes and kissed his lips. “The movie starts in ten minutes. He’s been dying to see the latest Lego movie, and Sam will kill anyone who even looks at him the wrong way.”
“I don’t know if that’s good or bad.”
“Well, since you also paid for your aunt to go, and those teens from town to sit in the back, I’d say he’s in good hands.”
“I should be there,” Bo growled, his bear acknowledging the fact that the pup was out there in the real world, defenseless, alone, vulnerable. “He needs me.”
“Hey, big guy.” Jane placed her hand over his, stopping the turn of the knob. Holy cow, he hadn’t realized he was at the door. “Thank you so much for wanting to protect him, but he’s going to be okay. Someone else needs your attention right now, and it’s not him.” Her eyes shone with lust. “I want you.” She placed her slender hands on his chest and pressed him backward until he stumbled into the back of the couch.
“Okay.” He grabbed her and tumbled over the back of the couch and onto it as she squealed and giggled.
She landed on top of him, her full breasts pressing against his chest, causing his cock to surge to life in his jeans. Drawing in her scent of vanilla and roses, he nuzzled against her, licking up the crease of her neck, across her chin, working his way to her full, pouty lips. God, he couldn’t get enough of her delectable kisses. She opened her mouth inviting his tongue in, and he met her stroke for stroke as they explored each other ravenously.
Holy shit, she was grinding her pussy against his abdomen, and he thought he might come right then. He pulled her up the length of his body and reached inside her shirt, loving the heat that came from her firm, full breasts. He palmed them as she mewled and squirmed against his touch. “Do you need this bra and top?”
Jane’s eyes glowed, and her fingernails lengthened as she sat up, straddling his chest. With one swipe of her sharp claws, she tore her shirt and bra to shreds. “I need you.” Her nails shrank back to their normal size as she released the half-shift, but her eyes still maintained the golden hue as she pulled his head to meet her breasts.
“Little wolf, I think you got it down pat.” He brought her down onto his mouth and pressed her hands on the edge of the couch, behind his head. “Hold on tight.” Bo squeezed her right breast and took her left nipple into his mouth. The bud sharpened to a peak as he sucked and lathed and blew on her soft skin. She growled in return when he flicked her nipples—one with his fingertip, the other with his tongue. She writhed, moaning and pleading for more. He drew it in, sucked and released it with a pop before taking the other into his mouth. So soft, so firm, so delicious. He could feast on her breasts forever and never quite get enough. But there was something else he had to taste. And he would kill anyone who got in his way.
She groaned when he released both heaving breasts, and he gave one more scorching lick to each one. They were perfect, and he’d revisit them soon. But, first…
“Keep your hands still,” he said, his voice two octaves lower than normal, and she complied. He pulled her up, so she straddled his chest. Peeling her skirt up to her waist, he examined the tiny floral-print cotton panties she wore. The wet spot on the gusset caught his eye, and he inhaled the glorious scent uniquely Jane and ran his fingertip across it. She shivered and rocked her pelvis above him. Oh yeah, that spot right there. He rubbed back and forth, tickling her clit within the damp panties. So wet, so fragrant, he had to have a taste. He stroked inside the cotton, gathering the abundance of her honey and gazed where it shimmered on his finger. She still wiggled above him when he took his finger into his mouth. His bear roared with pleasure at the taste of her. She was exquisite. Sweet, tangy—his taste buds dancing and begging—no demanding more than just a fingertip of her essence. Before he could warn her, his bear slashed the cotton of her panties and pulled her straight onto his face. Her warm pussy gushed as he attacked her savagely with his tongue. He couldn’t get enough as he licked her plump clit and her wet pussy lips. She mewled and thrashed and wriggled back and forth. “Stop moving,” he said, his mouth muffled against her pussy. He smacked her ass. Once, twice more for good measure. The sound of his hand slapping her round ass echoed through the room, and he groaned with pleasure and gripped her hips and pulled her down against his mouth again. He held her tight as he licked every bit of her honey. He drew her clit into his mouth and sucked hard while his finger entered her, and she shrieked her orgasm, thrashing back and forth —or trying to. Her body shook with unbridled passion as he fucked her with his mouth and finger. When the walls of her vagina tightened against his finger, he roared along with her as she came.
God, he couldn’t get enough of this woman. One taste, one orgasm, one finger wasn’t enough. His cock was dying to be in her right now, claiming his mate.
“Need you now. Bedroom. Claim.” He couldn’t get the words out as more than growls and heavily exhaled breaths. He flung her over his shoulder and stood, but she wiggled out of his grasp and slid down his chest to stand in front of him.
Did she not want him? His bear roared at the injustice and his cock wilted at the thought their mate was forsaking them. He shook his head and calmed himself. If she didn’t want him, he’d let her go. It would kill him. But better him than her. His heart was breaking in a million pieces when she opened her mouth to tell him the words he could not bear to hear.
“I want you.”
He must have heard incorrectly, and he tilted his head in confusion.
“Just not the bedroom.” Her rosy, peaked nipples stood straight out in front of her, and her chest heaved with hard breaths. “I’ve been so afraid of shifters, and so terrified by the memories of th-this room…”
This room? Wasn’t this a rental in a new town for her?
“The living room…” She trailed off, and her eyes lost some of her heat.
Holy fuck, how had he not thought of that? Jane was probably triggered by the abuse that had happened in a living room, on a couch, just like this one. He kicked himself mentally for being such an idiot, and his bear chuffed in anger at him for hurting their mate. “I’m so sorry. I should have known you’d be uncomfortable with this room.” He wouldn’t blame her if she never wanted to see him again.
But his little mate still had a surprise up her sleeve as she smiled at him tenderly and kissed him on the cheek and then his lips.
“You’re misunderstanding me, big bear.” She gently tugged his hand so he could sit next to her. “This type of room has been my enemy for so many years because I’ve been so afraid of not having control, and I was afraid of being hurt again.”
“I would never hurt you,” he growled.
“I know.” She patted his cheek and kneeled onto the cushions, placing her hands on the back of it. She raised her naked rear end into the air and spread her legs, showing him all the glory that awaited him. Swallowing, she looked at him with bright, brave eyes, before tilting her neck in submission. “I’m not afraid of you, of us. I want you to claim me here in this room.”
“Are you sure?” His cock had surged back to life, and his bear was already growling its approval. But Bo had to make sure. He wasn’t taking any chances of scarring his mate emotionally.
“C
ome on, big bear. Take me, claim me, love me.” She released a sigh and closed her eyes, leaned her cheek onto the back of the couch. “I’m all yours.”
Her honey drenched her pussy, and not an ounce of fear came from her. His mate needed closure, from him. And he was just the bear to give it to her.
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It should have terrified her. The large man—shifter— standing behind her, ready to dominate her. It should have brought back so many horrible memories, at the very least, a heavy breathing spell and maybe some dizziness. But there was nothing. As Bo kneeled next to her and ran his nose up into her hair, across her neck, she shivered with a desire to have him. For him to take command of her body, possess her as she had never been possessed before. Not out of hateful dominance or rage, but from love—the kind of love that showed in his protection of her son. The kind of sunshine and warmth that radiated from a soft heart when he accepted Liam’s nose kisses. She desired his mark, his dominance, his bear, all of him. And, for the first time in her life, she wasn’t afraid. She felt brave energy surge through her body as she wiggled her naked rear end up at him and pressed against the bulge in his jeans. The only thing she feared now was dying if her poor body didn’t receive his powerful lovemaking soon. Her body trembled as the anticipation built. “I need you in me.” She could barely hear her own words, they were whispered so low, so breathless, so nervous. She needed this man more than she’d ever needed anything in her life. “Please.”
His firm chest radiated heat as he snuggled around her torso and pressed his hard groin against her. She was rocking, and he was joining in the rhythm. His scruffy cheek rubbed hers, and she sighed as she smelled his musky and woodsy scent. He reached around and cupped her aching breast, and she mewled in pleasure as she rocked against him. His other hand caressed her bottom cheek, squeezing it lovingly before traveling over her hip, down her thigh then back up between her legs. So close to the spot that ached for him. The one place she needed him most. She spread her legs some more, reveling in the pleasure of hearing his low growl when the air hit her moist heat, sending her ready scent to him. Yes, she was doing this to him; her body was bringing out the animal in the man she loved. Just like before when she had taken him in her mouth, his grunts matched the rhythm of his undulating hips, and she beamed. He found her beautiful. Her. Plain Jane with the extra weight around her belly and thighs; single mother to a son; victim for so long. Well, not anymore. She wasn’t plain, fat, scared, or helpless. She was powerful, strong, beautiful. She could tell that by the way his eyes shone when he gazed at her, when he stroked her body, when he smelled her hair, and nuzzled his cheek into it. When he held her in his arms and vowed to protect her and her son with his very life. He loved her. And she loved him. Now she just had to get this show on the road before she lost her freaking mind.
She reached between her legs and stroked her wetness. The huge intake of breath behind her was followed by a very bear-like chuff. She was so ready, her aching clit dying for him—all of him inside her.
He grabbed her hand and placed it behind her back and gave her a sharp smack to her bottom. Oh my! The heat from the sting turned her on even more, and she cried out in ecstasy.
“That’s my job, thank you.” His hands were unrelenting as they cupped and tickled and flicked her clit. He leaned down and licked her neck and nibbled on her ear. Holy cow, she was about to come unglued, and he hadn’t even entered her yet.
“God please!” she shrieked as he vibrated his finger against her and entered with one then two thick digits. “Yes!”
“Baby, I’m trying to go slow. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Now, dammit! Or I’m going to hurt you!” She may have bared her fangs at him a little, and he chuckled.
“All right, my brave wolf. Bend back and raise your beautiful ass for me so I can take you like I’ve been dreaming of since I first met you.”
“You’ve been dreaming of taking me from behind, on my couch?” She giggled and hissed in pleasure when he struck her bottom with the palm of his hand again.
“My bear and I want to take you in every single room in your place, my place, the forest, you name it. We want to fuck you so thoroughly that every male within a hundred miles will know you’re ours.”
She knew she was glowing from his words as she tilted her pelvis toward the sound of the unzipping of his jeans. The soft clink of his belt unbuckling met her ears right before his jeans fell to the floor. One finger then two then three slowly pressed into her, and she reveled in the pleasure coursing through her. But still, she wanted more. She needed all of him inside her. While he tickled her clit, the others slid in and out, bringing her closer and closer to her finish. Oh my God. Bo grazed her inner walls and reached a spot she had never felt before. She shrieked and rocketed up and almost over the edge of the couch. Bo caught her by the waist as she hung upside down over the back.
“You okay?”
“What, what was that?”
“Well, I’m not an expert on female anatomy, but I think that was your G-spot.” He rubbed her bottom, barely grazing her wet pussy lips as she caught her breath from the quick and powerful orgasm that had sent her reeling.
“I thought that was a myth.”
“Like shifters?” She could hear the laughter in his voice.
“Yeah, think you can find it again? That was awesome.”
He pulled her slowly back up, so she kneeled on the cushions again. “We’ll have to try that upside-down thing sometime. It looks kinky. But, for now, I just want you right here where I can grip you easier.” His voice was getting huskier and lower as his cock lined up with her wet entrance.
He was so large. Would he hurt? She promised she wouldn’t cry out in pain. No matter what. She wanted this so badly.
Bo slowly eased into her, inch by agonizing inch. She squinched her eyes shut and tried not to tighten, knowing it would be easier if she just relaxed. But a little bit of fear was entering her mind again. He must have read her thoughts, because he slowly pulled out. In and out, barely entering her as he vibrated his finger against her clit, and she was rocking against the wonderful feeling building in her. When he was fully seated, she released the breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding. She relaxed and allowed the heat to build in her, consuming her as his strokes became longer, fuller, harder.
She pressed back against him, as he thrust, and a beautiful ache built. It was amazing. The fullness, the slickness, the wet friction as he pushed in and out, leaving her begging for more. Each thrust became more frenzied, and she loved the controlled wildness in their lovemaking. He was taking her hard but still maintaining control of himself so he wouldn’t hurt her, and that made her even more aroused. Her heart and body were one orgasm away from total bliss.
“Tilt up a bit,” he gritted through clenched teeth as he pressed her higher onto the couch, so her breasts were hanging over the back. Her head and chest were one huge thrust away from going over the edge and taking her onto the floor, but his unyielding grip on her hips held her in place as he adjusted his thrusts to meet her body. His hot chest seared her, and his scruffy cheeks rubbed roughly against her neck as he pumped in and out at a new angle.
Holy crap! This new angle was allowing him to touch her… “Yessss!” She hissed and moaned and tilted her pelvis even more as he entered and withdrew, each time harder. Her hips pounded into the back of the couch. Her head bounced. He touched her special spot inside her again and again, the tension built in her. Her whole body uncoiled. No, it snapped. It was like she shattered into a million pieces as her vaginal walls tightened against his hard cock.
The sharp pain of his fangs sinking into her shoulder only lasted a moment. Then the heat built, and she shattered again.
Her breasts ached from rubbing and scraping against the rough material. And she loved every moment of her release. As she soared higher than she’d ever thought possible, she felt the heat from his cock as he released inside her, bellowing her name. The seconds of b
linding pleasure overwhelmed her.
“Bo!”
When she came back down, she sagged, and Bo toppled onto her with harsh breaths. He pulled her around and onto his chest as he collapsed onto his back.
“Th-that was amazing.” She could barely speak, she was still so shaken up.
He nuzzled her cheek and then licked the sore spot on her shoulder. The pain flared for a second and then dissipated as she snuggled into his warm embrace.
“So, was it a myth or not?”
She laughed and burrowed her face into his chest. “Definitely not a myth. That was amazing. Th—”
The couch broke beneath them. Bo held her tightly curled into his body, taking the brunt of the fall on his back to keep her safe. As they looked at the broken wood and fabric pieces surrounding them, she met his wide-eyed gaze. “You broke my couch.”
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