Scrooge's Bear (Erotic Shifter Fairy Tales) Page 3

  His brushed small kisses along her cheek until her arrived at the corner of her mouth. There he licked along her bottom lip and removed the soreness and sting of the scrape. His tongue swiped over it once, twice and returned two more times as if he couldn’t get enough of the small taste of her.

  She could understand on some level, because those delicate licks were doing something to her. Something she couldn’t explain. The single word need seemed to explode in her mind.

  This time she initiated the kiss, burying her hands in his hair, she fisted the thick black locks holding him in place as she claimed his mouth.

  As strong as he was, she didn’t fool herself for a moment in believing that she was overpowering him or making him remain still as she feasted from his mouth. Oh, no.

  He was permitting her the lead. He wasn’t a bystander by any means. The big man participated but allowed her to control the depth of the kiss.

  When she left his lips and dragged her mouth along the column of his throat, she felt the vibrations along her tongue of the rumble that passed through his vocal cords on its way out of his mouth.

  His skin had a salty/sweetness to it that she savored. However, it was nothing compared to his scent—a nutty fresh smell that reminded her of enjoying a slice of pecan pie in the park while the leaves were falling. The sensory image didn’t make sense since she never allowed herself to consume sweets and she couldn’t recall the last time she went to the park to just sit and relax. Usually, the natural scenery was a blur in her periphery as she ran her five miles four times a week.

  How could the smell of this man make her long for something she’d never had?

  “I’m sorry about your suit.”

  “What happened to my— Ah!” Shocked at the sight of her jacket, shirt and bra lying in tatters around her feet like confetti, she stared at him.

  “I had to see you…touch you and I couldn’t wait another minute.” There wasn’t an ounce of remorse reflected in his gaze.

  She told herself to be scared and appalled at his behavior, but she couldn’t draw those emotions up. They were overpowered by the urgency within her to feel his hands on her skin.

  “Touch me…feel me.” Was that a pleading sound in her voice? Who was the woman in this room?

  “You’re in charge.” He winked at her.

  She almost giggled at his words. She doubted she ever had charge of this man. Maybe that was the allure to him. Was she perhaps tired of being able to make men cower in her presence? Jump at a single word from her?

  She didn’t know and at this moment, she didn’t fucking care either, as Dainton’s lips were creating a direct path from her collarbone to her breasts. She arched her back and offered herself to him.

  He licked between her breasts, designing along her sensitive skin there. Then he moved right and brushed his cheek along the inner slope of one globe.

  A sigh slipped from her mouth at his gentle touch.

  Her wrapped a single broad arm behind her back and lifted her up from the floor, angling her chest directly before his mouth.

  Men didn’t lift tall thick women from the floor. However, that was exactly what Dainton had done with ease as if she were no heavier than a feather-as if she weighed nothing at all.

  He took the first nipple into his mouth and drew on it hard.

  Her palms smacked against the wall behind her, the feeling of sucking and his tongue flicking hot pulses of heat from her nipple to her clit. Her hands on the cool wall aided in her keeping her sanity…some.

  When he cupped her free breast with his hand and began to squeeze and pluck the tip, all was lost. She began mumbling his name.

  There came a feeling of something piercing and sharp sinking into her. Before she could question him about what he was doing, the world was kicked from under her.

  “Oh, Oh…” With her head tossed back, mouth gaped and her pelvis pushed forward grinding against his hard cock, her body exploded. The instant, violent climax caught her unaware. Bucking and screaming in the arms of this big man, her mind turned to mush.

  There was a popping sound as he released her nipple from his mouth.

  “Fuck! Did you just come?”

  She tilted her head forward and stared at him as she gulped in deep breaths of air. She wanted to tell him no. That it was impossible for her to orgasm simply by a man sucking…and biting…on her breast. However, the true answer to his question with the cream now soaked through her panties and the humming throb of her sex was yes.

  “I guess so.” It wasn’t the most intelligent thing to say, but at the moment she didn’t have much else.

  “I have to taste you.” He kissed her as he lowered her feet back to the floor. He stepped back still cupping her hips, his golden gaze holding hers. “Discover more of your musky, intoxicating scent…from the source. I want to feel your pussy on my tongue.”

  Such words. The wickedness of them shocked her. Men didn’t whisper such things to her in the bedroom. Normally, she preferred for them not to speak at all. Just get the job done. However, the same could not be said for how her body quivered at the things he said.

  When he was resting on his knees before her, the memory of what he had done to her jacket and top popped into her mind. “Wait, I’ll take off my—“

  Too late. A loud ripping sound tore through the room as Dainton pulled her pants and underwear in half as if they were paper. Each side sagged down to her ankles.

  “Damn that is one pretty, creamy pussy. I need to taste you,” he said, his voice gruff.

  When he leaned in, she clutched two handfuls of his hair. “Wait! No more biting.”

  As she gazed down at the gorgeous man, she could clearly see the teeth marks that decorated the edge of her left areola. It shined from the combination of the small amount of blood and his saliva. Even as she chided him, her breast and body were still throbbing deliciously. But, when this night was over, she didn’t want to have bite marks all over her body. Her mind may have been firm on that, but her core seemed to tighten with a sadness she refused to acknowledge.

  Reaching up, he circled the tender nipple, his finger stroking the marks he made—taunting her. “Whatever you wish.”

  Yeah, right. She thought, as a sigh slipped from her mouth at his enticing touch as she bowed her back away from the wall wanting more.

  Chapter Three

  Staring at the treat before him, Dainton took hold of her thighs and widened her stance. He wanted to see all of Ebony’s pretty pussy. He understood that the view would have been better if he had laid her down on the bed and spread her legs wide, however, he didn’t have the patience to move them. His bear was clawing at him for a taste of her honey—now.

  He’d been with women that came easily before, but none so responsive to him. His gaze, touch, and even his voice. But, Ebony’s body was like an instrument that only he knew the cords to or how to play. Why was that?

  Even greater question rolling through his mind, ‘Why did he bite her?’ Not once, but twice. The initial nip of her lip had happened by accident. Or rather he was enjoying kissing her so much that he didn’t care that his canines had extended. Besides, he’d never been even close to tempted to bite any of the other women he’d lain with. Why Ebony?

  But, once he’d had that small taste of her, her sweet taste had detonated something wild in his body and freed something in his soul. All he wanted to do was sink his teeth into her and claim her. Then the second bite happened and something inside of him shifted. The world he had known folded back and became something different—more vivid and clear it seemed. And that scared the shit out of him.

  He knew she had no clue what biting meant to his kind, but he did. The first time had shocked him, the second time had seemed to kick start his heart, something he didn’t quite understand. There couldn’t and wouldn’t be a third bite. He couldn’t risk it. That act would mate him until death to Ebony. Something that was not fair to a human female. As well as to a constraining situation he told hims
elf he never wanted. The best thing for him to do would be to just walk away from this woman who seemed to pose a threat to his sanity. However, he knew that if he even tried to walk away from her now, his bear would cause him to shift right in the middle of the hotel, without a care for appearances, just to get back to her. A situation which would probably frighten the hell out of Ebony, seeing a huge bear scratching at her hotel door.

  “No more biting.” He declared and refocused himself to the task at hand. Bringing the woman more pleasure.

  With a single finger he glided it from the opening of her sex through her swollen, glistening lips to just below her clit. He wanted to keep her on edge—panting for him. Pulling his hand away and toward his mouth, he inhaled deeply and took in the heady aroma of her scent. The clove and apricot blend was stronger and more gripping as it pooled around her sex.

  Gazing up at her, watching her heavy breathing, he waited until she met his stare before slipping his cream coated finger into his mouth. He groaned at the potent taste of her, making him anxious to dive in for more.

  “Hmm, like honey.” He wasn’t referring to the taste, more of the affect it seed to have on him. Consuming honey for a Were-bear was something they could never live without, now that he had experienced her unique flavor, he would be hard pressed to keep himself from hunting her down frequently just to savor her again…and again.

  “I wouldn’t know,” her words came out breathless.

  “How is that possible?”

  “I never allow myself to eat sweets of any kind.”

  He froze for a moment, shocked by what she said. He understood that honey to humans didn’t mean what it did to his kind—strength, life, health and sanity—but never to have tried it seemed to be the most preposterous thing.

  “We will have to rectify that somehow.” He took hold of her hips and slid his hands around to cup her ass and drag her forward. “Enough talking, I’m a hungry bear who’s ready to eat.”

  He didn’t hesitate as he pressed his tongue right over her clit, licking and circling the tight bud. She thrust closer to him then shied away a little as he burrowed deeper in her pussy.

  However, he wasn’t having that. Gripping the plump flesh in his hands, he held her in place. There was no way such a delectable treat was getting away from him. He laved and suckled up and around her labia drawing her supple skin into his mouth, cautiously keeping his teeth away.

  The sounds of her moans and whimpers stoked the embers heating up inside of him, urging him on. Lowering his mouth, he glided along her slit until he could dip his tongue inside her sweet pussy. He pressed deep, teasing her walls and loving the feel of her clenching around him.

  He growled, purposely sending the strong vibrations along her sex.

  “Dainton…” She parted her thighs wider as she fisted his hair at the crown of his head with one hand, while the nails of her other hand scratched the surface of the wall.

  Her cream coated his tongue as he moved in and out capturing every droplet.

  That’s when it happened. A picture in bold, bright Technicolor unfolded before him. All he could see were images. Odd images that he would never think of. Ebony was lying in a field, the grass brushing and caressing her bare body as he lay between her spread legs pleasuring her. The sun was shining but pecan pies rained down around them igniting and combining the scent of earth and nuts. Her face appeared dark with arousal, but open and at peace as well.

  The vision shifted and he saw two animals running through the forest, nipping, playing and tumbling over each other. One, large and dark he easily recognized. However, the other was a mystery to him until it turned and gazed upon him with a white patch of fur in the center of the head. Ebony?

  Shaking and quivering, she climaxed showering his tongue with her warm, wet essence.

  “Bears? …bears…” she murmured.

  The gasping shocked sound of the woman before him, as well at the illuminating image had him jerking away, ceasing the mental picture. His brow was drawn tight, almost to the point of pain, as he attempted to sort out not only the scene but how Ebony had guessed what he’d imagined.

  Mind-link. That one word shot through his mind like a cannon—loud and piercing. It wasn’t possible. Ebony was human. Even for those members of his county who had succumbed to their desire for a human and married them, they never had the same deep connection. The couple never mind-linked and the human never gained the ability to shift. The reason it was such a precarious situation and usually strongly advised against.

  “What’s wrong?” Her light brown eyes searched his face.

  The concern in her voice caused his chest to ache. The last thing he wanted to do was worry her. He’d promised her a night of pleasure and he wouldn’t renege on his vow just because he wanted to run fast in the opposite direction of whatever the underlining situation was happening between them. There would be plenty of time afterward for him to think about what transpired during his drive back to Den. One thing he was sure about, as soon as the right moment presented itself, he needed to get the hell out of the city and back to familiar territory—literally and emotionally.

  “Nothing, sweetheart.” He rose, shucking his suit jacket and starting on the buttons of his shirt. “I’m just ready to get you on that bed and bury myself deep inside you.”

  “Oh.”

  “Put those soft hands on me and help me out of my clothes so I can fuck you properly.” He needed to keep things on a strictly sexual level, the place he was most comfortable—like himself.

  She hesitated for a moment as she stepped out of her heels and shoved her torn pants and panties to the floor. He only felt a smidge of sorrow for ruining her suit and hoped since she already had the room booked she also had another set of clothes available.

  “I’ll replace all that I’ve destroyed.”

  Looking up at him, she shook her head. “No need. I’m more than financially able to provide for myself.” Taking hold of his belt she worked it loose quickly.

  There was a bite to her words, a tone similar to the one she’d used downstairs when she was rattling off her list of instructions.

  “And I take care of what’s mine.”

  Her fingers halted in the act of dragging his zipper down, leaving it halfway undone. “But, I’m not—”

  He pulled her to him and sealed his mouth on hers. The feelings of possession and aggression had him silencing any disavowing she was prepared to claim.

  She grunted and pushed against his chest, struggling against his dominance.

  When his tongue brushed the tip of hers as he sank into her mouth, her sounds turned to whimpers and sighs.

  A wildness over took them as they began to clutch, stroke each other—both needing and wanting more.

  Pulling his mouth away, he said, “I must have you now.”

  “Yes.”

  Urgency took hold of him, not willing to wait the steps it would take to get to the bed. He flipped her toward the wall and planted kisses and licks along her spine.

  She moaned as she shimmied her hips.

  He growled his pleasure at her response as he shoved his pants to his hips then took hold of one of her legs. He pulled it high, opening her for him as she pressed flush to the flat surface before her. She’d need that support. He knew now that he would finally get inside of her, he couldn’t even hope to be gentle.

  He located her sex and slipped one then two and finally a third finger inside of her, attempting to prepare her for the size of his cock. From years of experience he knew she would adjust to him, but didn’t want to cause her anymore discomfort than he had to.

  Removing his hand, he pressed the broad head of his cock to her.

  “What are you—”

  He entered her, guiding himself in slowly.

  “Ahh…”

  Unsure if the sound was a scream or a sigh, he pulled out and moved in again slower, going deeper. He made sure she felt every inch of his dick as he claimed her.

  “Mmm�
��.ahhh… Dainton.”

  He enjoyed the passionate sound of his name from her mouth.

  “I should get a condom.”

  He parted her legs wider as he positioned the head of his cock at her pussy. “No. I can’t carry your diseases.”

  “What? I don’t understand.”

  He groaned as he stroked along her slit, coating his crown with her cream. “I’ll explain later.” He was shaking and everything around him was covered in a rich golden haze, unsure how much longer he could keep himself from sinking into her. His body, soul, and beast yearned for a connection with her. An ultimate bonding, something he could not give into. But even with that knowledge, it didn’t remove the desire for it.

  He pressed forward, feeling her pussy part, opening for him. Pulling out he pushed further along her walls.

  “Take all of me, Ebony.” In and out he fit his length inside of her. Her pussy was so damn tight and hot along his shaft. He never wanted to be separated from her.

  “Ooooo….” She ground her ass against his hips. “But what about—”

  Groaning from the sensation, he thrust forward, unsure of what she was going to say. A part of him cared, but the animal part of him was aimed on one thing, mating.

  “Ah! Yes…”

  “Ebony…so…fucking…perfect…” He moved back, hooked her knee over the bend of his arm and dragged her leg up higher then drove back inside.

  For purchase he held her other hip as he took them both to ecstasy. Their rutting was hard and fast, but if his bear couldn’t bite her, it still needed to mark her as his.

  Leaning his chest away from her back, he palmed her ass. The thick, round, chestnut hued flesh teased him, beckoned him to play. He stroked the crease and followed it to the furrowed opening. He brushed the ultra-sensitive area.

  She moaned.

  Gliding his cock out, he collected her wetness from his shaft then smoothed the dew over the puckered skin as he thrust inside of her again.

  She whimpered and bucked her hips back.

  He wondered if Ms. Controlled and Straitlaced had ever allowed a man to enter there and take her to an untamed climax. He doubted it. And tonight in his anxious state, there would be no time for him to coach her through it. After this, there would be no other chance for them. His chest ached and his bear whined; he ignored both.