by Erin Havoc
Gripping the sides of her panties, I slide them down one leg as quickly as I can. They hang around her knee as I prop both her legs over my shoulders, and I gawk at her pussy, lips glistening for me. Her arousal coats the inside of her thighs now, and her pretty clit is swollen with need. Need for me.
My mate aches for my touch, and I can’t leave her wanting.
My tongue parts her folds, and I swallow the taste of her. It slams into every taste bud, powerful and sweet, the most unique thing I’ve ever had. My heart skitters as I seesaw the tip of my tongue between her folds, reveling in the sounds she makes when I eat her up.
“There, there,” she moans, bucking into my face, her body hot all over. I sink my fingertips into the flesh of her round hips, holding her in place as I close my lips around her bundle of nerves and suck the hell out of it.
Robin comes apart with a shriek that becomes a full-blown scream. She bucks wildly into my face, her knees slamming together as she quivers all over. Her body tenses like a bowstring, her back arching off the bed as I suck her into the high of her orgasm. After several heartbeats of her convulsing beneath my hands, her body drops back to the mattress, shivering.
I lap at her pussy, drinking from the taste of her pleasure. After I’m half-satisfied, I pull back and strip off my pants. When Robin comes to herself, I’m kneeling between her legs, stroking my length as I wait for her to come back.
Her eyes are dark with hunger. Her knees spread all the way, chest still heaving.
“Like what you see?” I tease, the same way she’s teased me.
Her hands cup her breasts and she flicks her nipples absentmindedly. This woman has no idea how everything she does takes me closer to an orgasm. My bear still begs me to mark her, but I manage to shut him off.
It’s just the two of us now. And I don’t need his reminders.
Robin licks her bottom lip. She’s temptation herself. “I love it.”
“Good,” I groan, taking position above her. My cock finds her entrance easily, and I know it’s because our bodies were made for one another. Even with me being so much bigger than her, I know everything we ever want to try will work perfectly. My cock is thick and long, but I know she’s going to have no problems taking it. Not when she was molded for it.
Robin’s hands press into my chest. She holds me back just as my cockhead spreads her folds. She’s so warm. I can already feel it. But she stops me from moving.
“Um,” she stammers, looking away. “Please, don’t be mad at me.”
I cup her chin, making her meet my eyes. “Never. What do you need?”
Sinking her teeth into her plump lip, she releases a breath. “A condom. Please?”
Never a word was so successful in piercing straight through my heart. My bear, tucked to the back of my mind, winces. I don’t think I keep the pain from my face.
I expected to be able to fill her with my load. Feel the entirety of our connection.
It seems I was wrong. Whoever hurt her like this deserves my fist in their face.
Robin opens her mouth, and I know she’ll apologize and try to explain herself. Stamping my mouth to hers, I shake my head. “It’s okay, baby. You’re right. I’ll grab one.”
Damn, I’m so lucky I have one in my wallet. Ever since I met Robin and knew she was my mate, I started carrying it. Waiting for the day she’d be mine. It’s always a possibility the girl doesn’t want to have cubs right away. Good thing I thought of it.
Picking the foil wrapping from my wallet, I rip it open and slide the latex down my shaft. It’s a tight fit since I haven’t found the extra-large in the drugstore I looked into. But it serves for the purpose.
Robin meets my eyes again, and I kiss her hard before she has a chance to apologize. It’s her right to ask me to put on a condom. And I know she’s not easy to trust. So I’m not complaining. Not creating a rift in the very beginning.
Time seems to slow down as I fall onto her, our bodies pressing all over. Every curve of her fits into me. Keeping my weight up with an elbow, I place a hand into her hair, cradling her face. She eyes me with anticipation, her ankles locking behind my back.
My other hand skims down her side, gripping her ass-cheek to clasp her flush to me. Now, my cockhead finds her entrance and nothing will separate us before I make her cream my length.
Bucking once, I feel her folds parting for me. Her tight entrance keeps me unmoving for a moment. I kiss her harder, our tongues sweeping over one another, my thumb brushing against her cheek. She moves against me, circling her hips once.
The pressure is impressive. She’s so very tight. Releasing her lips, I meet her eyes at the exact moment I sink into her heat.
We gasp in unison, the amazing feeling catching me off guard. She’s tight. Wet. Warm. It’s everything I feel for several heartbeats, my cock entering her slowly. Robin’s mouth drops open, her eyes wide as I stretch her to the max. She takes me in, slowly but steadily. Made for me.
The fit is perfect. Snug as a glove. As a second skin. And when I start to move, it’s breathtaking.
My climax announces itself immediately. She’s perfect. So fucking hot, circling her hips against mine, her eyes fluttering shut with pleasure. There’s bliss on her face, and I stroke her inner walls with the head of my cock, seeking her pleasure.
Grinding my teeth, I hold my orgasm back. Too soon. It’s too soon. A fever takes me, heat rolling down my body in waves. But I’m slow to move, taking her gently at first. Letting her adapt to my girth.
Robin’s sounds grow breathless, her head swaying from side to side. Her hands are restless, touching my shoulders, then my chest, then back to scratch down my back. Her knees come even higher up, and she opens herself to me. I slide even deeper, until I’m rooted inside her. A deep groan resounds from me, and I take the moment to readjust our bodies.
It’s slowly changing now. We’re not only making love to one another. It’s not all that quiet and gentle anymore.
My fever seems to take Robin. She snaps her eyes open and grasps my hips. Her body moves into mine in a desperate rhythm.
We’re not making love. This is fucking. Raw. Primal.
I pull back and slam back in, answering to her mute pleas. I know she doesn’t want slow and kind. She wants to be fucked into this mattress, and that’s exactly what I’m giving her.
Pressing my hands to each side of her head, I raise her plump backside to my thighs and fuck her in earnest. Long, hard strokes, deep, as deep as I can get. The sounds of her wetness tell me I don’t need to worry about her hurting with my thick girth. She’s ready. Aching for my cock.
Baring my teeth, I hold my bear back. He’s trying to rise closer to the surface. To feel a little of her. I hold him back completely, not letting even an inch get to the surface. Can’t scare her now. A snout appearing out of nowhere is not what she would want in her man.
What she wants is a long, delicious orgasm. So I focus on the task at hand—having her come around me.
Ramming into her cunt, I soak in the sounds of our hips slapping together. My bucks grow furious, and her tits bounce with every pound. Her brows rake up her forehead and she looks astonished with how good it all feels. Her wall pulse around me. Clamp down and release.
“Like that?” I grunt, the mattress squeaking beneath us.
Her mouth drops in a silent answer. She says nothing for a moment, then her eyelids flutter. I can basically hear her heart skipping a beat. Her head drops back, and her sounds finally come back.
She cries out my name. My name. Her hands fisting the sheets, my mate shakes beneath me, goosebumps crawling all over her skin. I feel her pussy clamping down around me, harder than ever. Then she bursts.
Robin moves in an intense rhythm, and her pussy is so tight around me I don’t think I can ever leave. With a tingle running down my spine along a drop of sweat, I know I can’t take it another second. Her tightness is like a fist around my cock. She vibrates, moving as if she wants to milk me.
Hell, I wish she woul
d.
With one last hard pound, I come. Not inside her, but as close as it can get. My body shivers and I pull my shoulders back, feeling every inch of the pleasure cover my body. The wave crashes over me in huge ebbs and flows, and it takes me long minutes to catch my breath.
When I come to myself, our breaths mingle, my body pressed to hers as we soak in each other’s warmth. Hugging her closer, I drop to my side, bringing her along. Robin fits my shoulder perfectly, and there she stays, breathing into my neck.
My dick still deep inside her, I don’t dare move more than this. I don’t want to leave. She’s home. Her body, my temple.
“So good,” she whispers into the sweat-licked skin of my neck.
I nod, dotting kisses on top of her head. “So fucking good.” She chuckles. I don’t know why, but she keeps chuckling. “What?”
She pulls back to grin up at me. “I don’t know.” With that, she enters another fit of laughter.
I can’t help but laugh with her. The sound is contagious, and I want to hear it every day. She’s been so professional, so discreet in the days we spent together. Always careful.
And I want this. Her inner persona. The real Robin. No restraints.
Tucking a strand of dark hair behind her ear, I kiss her temple. “You’re so beautiful.”
Her laugh dies off, and she sighs. “You’re so romantic. Everything you say sounds like a romance book.”
“Do you like it?”
She nods, folding herself closer. “Very much.”
“Good.” After a couple of minutes like that, I breathe into her hair, fighting sleep from taking me. “I want to take this seriously. I want to prove to you I’m worthy of your trust.”
She pulls back, bringing a hand up to touch my face. “You’re amazing. I’m glad you’re so patient.”
I shake my head. “Anything for you.”
“You know… What happened to me… It kind of took the fun away from life. I couldn’t walk on the street without looking over my shoulder. Couldn’t sleep several nights, thinking someone would break into my apartment.”
I bring her even closer if that’s possible. “You don’t need to tell me more if you don’t want to, baby. I don’t want you to suffer.”
She shakes her head an inch. “I just want you to know that... Someone tried to force me to do things I didn’t want to, and it scared the shit out of me. That’s why I have problems trusting, you know?”
I pull back, looking deeply into her eyes. My bear’s back, full force. He thrashes, rages within me, ordering me to find out who was the fucker who tried to force anything on her. I’ll kill him. “Do you know who?”
She blinks several times. “What?”
“Who did it? I’ll find them.” And kill them. I’ll end their lives for good for touching her. For making her feel like this.
With a soft smile, she shakes her head. “I don’t know his name. I’ve made a police report, but they never found him.” A shrug. “We think we’re in modern society, but only a ridiculous percent of abuse cases get solved. They don’t think it’s important. The cop who attended to me said I shouldn’t press charges not to ruin the guy’s life.” She releases a strained chuckle between her teeth. “As if he hadn’t ruined a piece of mine.”
I hug her again. God, I wish I could open my skin and keep her inside it. Close to my heart. Safe. Protected forever. “I want to find him,” I say in a hoarse voice that’s more my bear than me.
She shakes her head, a genuine laugh sounding this time. “Don’t worry about it. I want to forget it ever happened. I want a new life. That’s why I moved here.”
The idea still fights inside me for a moment. “Whatever you want.”
“I want you,” she breathes, and I shift to kiss her.
I taste her lips for a long minute, brushing our mouths together and committing the moment to memory. When we pull back, my cock is half-hard again.
“What comes next?” She asks, pushing her bangs away from her forehead.
“Shower?” I stroke a thumb down her sweaty neck to the hollow of her throat. In all honesty, I’d clean her with my tongue. But I’m not sure what she’s going to think of it. Showers are usually more practical and more hygienic.
She grins. “Sure. But I mean, between us.”
“Oh.” I laugh, moving my hips so my cock pulls out before it enters her again. She groans in delight. “Do you want to know if we’re a pair?”
She hums. “Yeah, that’s exactly what I want to know.”
“Of course we are. I don’t think I can live without you.”
Her eyes well up as she meets my gaze. “Really?”
I nod. “Of course. I’d do anything for you, mate.”
Her entire body tenses. Robin presses a hand to my chest, pulling back. One of her brows arches as we lock gazes. “Mate?”
I nod, smiling. “Yeah. We’re mates. That’s why we wanted each other from the beginning. Didn’t you feel it? The tug? The connection?” Brushing a hand down her side, I grab a handful of her ass. “And I’m one lucky bear to have found you. You’re so damn hot. But I guess every shifter thinks that of their mates.”
Robin pulls back so fast it’s as if I had burned her. “Shifter?”
I sit up. Haven’t I mentioned? It escapes me all the time. Now that society knows we exist, it’s become so natural to be recognized as one. The fire station is one hundred percent shifter. Brianna knows I turn into a bear. It’s not a secret.
Damn, how did I overlook this? I don’t think I told her.
“I didn’t tell you,” I hiss between my teeth, slamming a hand to my forehead. “Sorry, baby. Totally forgot. But yeah, it doesn’t change much. Just, you know, I can change into a bear. And you’re my mate. But it’s a good thing. We’re meant to be together.”
I wait for her to smile and hug me. To trust me completely. Accept we’re in this forever.
But Robin jumps out of the bed, collecting her clothes at lightning speed. “Baby?” I call, watching her move around without a clue.
She enters her pants and clasps her bra fast. Next, she shoves my clothes in my direction. “Get out of here,” she says, out of breath and in a low voice.
Surely I misunderstood it.
“Baby, what’s happening?” I prompt, but she just picks her shirt and slides it back on.
“This was a mistake. And it won’t happen ever again.”
I get up to my feet, letting the clothes drop to the bed, forgotten. Striding to Robin, I take her around the elbow and whirl her to face me. “Robin, talk to me. What’s wrong?”
Her eyes glisten with moisture. A tear streaks down her cheek. I jerk back, the image a slap to my face.
“I can’t believe you lied to me,” she breathes, her face red, distressed.
“I haven’t. I’m sorry I forgot, but it doesn’t change...”
“Of course it does, Hunter! I’m not ever dating a shifter! Are you out of your mind?” She shakes her head, desperately, her hair sticking to her moist cheeks. “Mate!” She sneers. “Is that an excuse for you to force me to do your bidding? You’re superhuman, aren’t you? I’m surprised you convinced me to fuck you instead of just raping me.”
My jaw slackens. “I’d never do that. You’re my mate, why would I—”
“Get out of my house.” She steps to the bed and bundles my clothes together, thrusting them into my chest. “Now!”
I shake my head, confusion taking every brain cell. “Robin. Nothing changes. I turn into a bear, and we were meant to be. Isn’t it supposed to be good? You know you can trust me.”
“I don’t! There’s nothing I know! You kept this from me, the most essential truth of all. And you expect me to believe out of nowhere. What else have you been keeping from me, uh? Do you use this mate thing as a pick up line?” She shakes her head and pushes me off. “Out, Hunter!”
I step backward and away from her, my heart slicing in two. “All right,” I breathe, dropping my clothes to put them on. “A
ll right. I told you I would never force you into anything and I’m proving it. I’m leaving, and I won’t force you to face me. I’m giving you your space, but I’m not leaving you, Robin. Not after I’ve found you. Not after I’ve learned you’re my mate.”
“Out!” She screams, tears running down her cheeks freely now. The sight pains me like nothing else. Nothing ever hurt this much. My heart breaks hard inside my chest, and I grind my teeth not to beg her to let me stay.
I step away from her, gripping the doorknob. “I’m giving you your space. But I’m not letting you go, Robin. You’ll have to face me, eventually. When you go take care of Brianna.”
Her face grows red, redder. “I quit.” The word hisses from between her teeth, and that’s how I know she means it. She means every word she said.
My stomach bottoming out, I step into the corridor and wait for her to slam the door in my face. The last sight I have of my woman is her tear-covered cheeks, and I still hear her crying for long minutes before I leave her.
It’s clear now. Whoever abused her was a shifter, and she’s developed such a fear for them she won’t have me. But what I said is the truth. I’m giving her space and time. But not forever.
She’s my mate, and I’m not losing her.
7
ROBIN
Today marks a week I have had the best and the worst day in my life.
Hunter, ever patient Hunter, always asking for permission, always being so careful and so nice, touched me and set my body aflame. Nothing had ever felt so amazing. His fingers digging into my flesh. Every kiss made me feel more amazing, more desired.
It was the day he had taken me. Brought me more pleasure than I’ve ever felt.
Also the day he broke my heart.
Finding a man wasn’t in my plans. But if it happened, it happened. That is... Unless he was a shifter. I had one rule only, and Hunter managed to break it.
He was perfect on all accounts but this one. He could shift into an animal any time he wished. Much stronger than the usual human. Strong enough to snap me in half. To force himself upon me if he wished so.
