Gay Shifter RomanceDaddy Bear

by Sy Walker

  “What did you do?” she whispered, staring at the window as flames leapt against the glass from inside.

  “I started a fire,” Marcus whispered in her ear, sliding her hair off her neck and sending chills down her spine.

  Corinne whipped around to find him pressed against her, pinning her to the window and wall, one hand splayed on either side of her head and a lascivious grin on his face.

  “Why would you do that?” she asked, still in shock.

  “I already told you, if I can’t have you…” Marcus let his words trail off and licked his lips, pointed fangs protruding just enough to show off what he was.

  “You have to do something. I’m not the only person who could get hurt.”

  “You mean the bastard?” he asked, pressing his body into her, against her stomach.

  “I mean other residents. People in the shops around us. There are children that live in these buildings, Marcus!”

  “You should have thought of that before you rejected me,” he shouted in her face, making her flinch.

  “I’ll come with you, okay?” she begged. “You win. Just do something.”

  “Too late. I need a mate that obeys me and you’re just too much trouble, Corinne.”

  “It can’t be too late,” Corinne cried. “Look. My suitcase is packed. I…I just didn’t know for sure until now.” Maybe if she fed into his delusion she could find a way to get away later when no one was in danger.

  Marcus yanked the window open and a burst of smoky air swirled inside the room making her cough.

  “I couldn’t stop it now if I wanted to, Corinne. No one could.” He grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her to stare outside, eyes watering from the ash filled air. “It’s in the walls, Corinne. It’s in the roof and around all the exits. There is no getting out.”

  “But you’re in here too,” she said when he tossed her on her knees to the ground.

  “I can make the jump from the window in wolf form,” he said easily. “After I’m done with you and I watch you struggle to take your last breath.”

  Corinne collapsed to the ground, crying.

  “Oh, babe, don’t worry. I promise I’ll rock your world one last time first.”

  Fluttering inside of her stomach wakened something inside. She had to fight to protect the life inside of her. She had to try.

  Corinne began crawling toward the door as fast as she could, but Marcus leapt on top of her, pressing her face down to the ground.

  “Come on, babe. Don’t end like this. Let’s both enjoy it.”

  Marcus stood and she rolled over, grabbing her phone where it had fallen after hitting the wall. But it was shattered and wouldn’t light up. Marcus stood by, laughing at her.

  “Come on,” he said, yanking her up by the arm and shoving her back on the bed. “Nice little sundress. Hides your fat stomach well.”

  Marcus yanked hard and the spaghetti straps holding the flowered dress together tore, letting it fall from her exposed chest. She turned and tried to crawl off the other side of the bed, but he grabbed her legs and yanked her back toward him, her dress nothing more than material gathered around her waist as he tugged on her panties until they ripped, leaving her exposed and vulnerable.

  “Gordon will be home any minute!” she lied, grasping for anything that could stop this from happening.

  “That’s why I started that fire on the other side of town first. He’s going to be busy for a while, babe.” Marcus licked his hand and rubbed it between her legs. “You’re so dry, babe. Here you go.”

  Corinne sobbed in response when she heard his zipper.

  “At least Eileen was a challenge even drunk,” he said, holding her down by the waist and positioning himself over her.

  Corinne braced herself best she could, but instead of Marcus’ intended violation came an enormous roar, louder than any wolf she’d ever heard. The very foundation of the building shook as Marcus was ripped away from her.

  Corinne scooted toward the headboard and grabbed a blanket to cover herself with. The room was thick with smoke and her eyes watered as she coughed, trying to gulp in air. But there was no mistaking the hulking form taking up the entire doorway. The dragon had shining red scales that glowed even through the smoke and an enormous snout with razor sharp white teeth protruding from inside. It seemed to smile as it’s bright green eyes honed in on Marcus’ cowering form.

  “Gordon!” Corinne’s heart leapt. He was okay.

  The dragon peered at her with kindness and said in Gordon’s deep, human voice, “Get low to the ground where the air is clearer.”

  Corinne nodded and scampered off the bed to lie on the floor where it really was a bit easier to breathe. She watched as Gordon crept forward on four heavily muscled legs, towering over Marcus, who was transforming into a wolf before them.

  “Don’t bother us again,” Gordon boomed over him. “Out.”

  Marcus bounded toward the open bedroom window, but at the last moment, Corinne realized he was aiming for her. She watched in what felt like slow motion as the wolf soared through the air toward her, fangs barred and ready to rip into her tender flesh.

  She wasn’t ready to die.

  Corinne rolled beneath the bed just in time as the wolf landed, face snapping at her inches away from the side of the bed. She yelped, searching the floor for a weapon of some sort, but then she saw the great jaws of the dragon come down over the body of the wolf, completely engulfing him. Blood sprayed the ground as he rose from her sight with a horrible whimper and cry then the sound of what might have been bones crunching.

  Corinne lost her lunch beneath the bed before crawling out the other side.

  “He… he… he’s dead?” she stammered between coughs, confronting the enormous dragon, who’d broken a large portion of the door frame when he’d burst into the room in his entire form. His tail curled around the entire room and his head had to duck to avoid hitting the ceiling and making fiery chunks of plaster rain down.

  “Not very tasty,” Gordon said with a wink. “Can you climb on my back?” he asked.

  Corinne nodded through a longer coughing fit. She glanced toward the doorway and saw actual flames lapping at the ceiling and walls.

  “We’re trapped,” she said, using Gordon’s iridescent scales as handholds to climb onto his back.

  “No. We will be fine. I am immune to fire.”

  “I’m not,” Corinne said, taking firm hold of the base of his neck.

  “You are when you’re with me,” Gordon said and reared back so that she had to grab even tighter.

  Enormous bat-like wings sprung from his sides, smashing through the walls. Corinne screamed, but he opened his snout, releasing a storm of blue fire that burst through the other room, somehow canceling out the one that Marcus set ablaze.

  “Hold your breath,” Gordon instructed and she ducked low to his body, clamping her mouth and nose firmly shut.

  With a powerful whoosh, he beat his wings once, and the rest of the building came crashing down around them as he rose through the ceiling, shielding her by twisting around his massive head.

  Corinne’s heart pounded, making her whole body feel like it was throbbing as they burst up into the sky. She peered over Gordon’s side and saw the ruined building below and the flames still consuming everything around it.

  Gordon reared back again, drawing a deep breath and releasing a stream of flame that put out the rest of the fires, leaving the neighboring buildings unscathed, but a pile of smoldering ruins and shafts of white smoke where their little home and the vacant side had been.

  “You’re my hero,” she whispered in his large ear, which he twitched in response.

  Chapter 8

  “Are you sure she shouldn’t stay for a while longer?” Gordon asked the nurse for the seventh time.

  The woman smiled and patted his arm. “I promise she’s okay. The baby too. Apparently thanks to your genes he was immune to the smoke inhalation they both suffered.”

  “W
ait,” Corinne interrupted from her hospital bed. “Did you just say ‘he’?”

  The nurse glanced worriedly at Doctor Fontaine who was signing the release papers on her other side. They’d done a million tests, mostly to appease Gordon’s worry. Maybe one had revealed something?

  “It’s okay, nurse. You’ve been under heavy questioning. I’m surprised you didn’t slip sooner.” The doctor winked. “You were wondering the sex, weren’t you?”

  “Well, doubting Gordon over there was,” Corinne said, hand splayed over her stomach, which had grown even larger in the two days she’d been in the hospital since the fire.

  “It’s a boy,” Doctor Fontaine confirmed.

  “Charlie,” Corinne said, smiling up at her fiancé.

  The ring he’d given her had belonged in his family for four generations and it was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. Besides his smile. It had an enormous blue diamond in the center and was surrounded by tiny perfect rubies. Apparently the whole dragons love treasure thing was true and they kept this within the family.

  Speaking of family, they were supposed to stay with Gordon’s parents until the renovations were done on the duplex. Between the fire insurance and Marcus’ life insurance (since no one had ever seen the divorce papers because Corinne had been too preoccupied to file them) they had enough to redesign to include a room for the baby, one for a possible future addition, and an awesome area for the teen hangout everyone wanted.

  It was going to be some time though until it was all ready.

  “I’m nervous about meeting your parents,” Corinne said as Gordon helped her into the car.

  “Don’t be. They already love you.”

  “Are we going there now?” she asked as he headed into the city. She’d imagined they lived more toward the country somewhere, or at least the suburbs.

  “Actually I have a surprise for you,” he said, continuing to concentrate on the road. But he slipped one hand over hers.

  “Surprise huh?” she said. “I think I’ve had enough of those to last a lifetime.”

  “I want to replace those memories with happy ones,” Gordon said.

  “You already are,” Corinne agreed, scooting to the side to rest her head on his shoulder.

  “Baby, you ain’t seen nothing yet.”

  Gordon drove toward the waterfront and pulled into the valet entrance of the biggest, fanciest hotel she’d ever seen.

  “What are you doing?” Corinne asked as the valet opened the door and offered her a hand out.

  Gordon just smiled as he tipped the driver and took her hand to lead her inside. A huge lobby with marble floors and a gigantic crystal chandelier greeted them. They walked right past the front desk where a bellman nodded at Gordon.

  “We can’t afford this,” Corinne whispered as they entered the glass enclosed elevator.

  “Remember that whole treasure hoarding thing we discussed when I gave you the ring?” Gordon asked with a smirk.

  “Well, yeah, but…”

  “We have plenty. So don’t worry. Just enjoy the penthouse suite while we have it.”

  Corinne couldn’t speak, which was rare as they rode all the way to the top floor and the doors opened with the swipe of Gordon’s keycard onto a gorgeous room filled with roses and chocolate of every color and kind.

  “Oh my…” she stepped forward onto the lush white carpet and took in the view.

  Behind the flowers and chocolates was a wall of windows that overlooked the city, now twinkling with lights like a million jewels.

  “There’s more,” Gordon said, opening the tall double doors onto a master suite with the biggest, comfiest looking bed she’d ever seen. All around were sprinkled rose petals and tiny burning candles.

  “Oh, Gordon!” Corinne clapped her hands together, truly taken aback by the romance he’d gone to so much trouble to orchestrate.

  He pressed a button on his phone and speakers came to life, filling the air with soft jazz music.

  “You sure know how to create a mood,” she said, feeling less than beautiful in her old clothes that still smelled of fire.

  “I have a bath already drawn for you,” Gordon said, pulling close. “Go relax and take all the time you need.”

  She had no words so left him with a lingering kiss that she hoped said it all. The “bath” was more like a swimming pool with jets of water and more fragrant rose petals floating on top. There was a smorgasbord of beauty products and shampoos to choose from along with an entire vanity of makeup and luxurious creams and perfumes. And on the counter was a large gift box marked ‘open when ready’.

  Corinne sunk back into the soothing warm (not too hot for the baby of course) bath and took her time washing away as much as she could of her past. She sniffed and selected her favorite shampoo and conditioner and took her time drying off and doing her makeup and hair in a cascade of blonde curls. She rubbed some of the moisturizing cream into her skin and pulled the giant red ribbon on the box, unable to hold off a minute longer.

  A white negligee made of delicate lace with satin trim lay on a black velvet backdrop. Corinne gasped at the beauty of it and the tiny diamonds that adorned the pattern of lace, which twinkled in the lights.

  She slipped it on and spun around as the fabric so light it was like air, fluttered out behind her, rising just enough to cover the very tops of her thighs in a tantalizing way. She could see everything through the lace and bedazzled sparkle, but it cast enough of a shadow to leave some allure behind.

  She felt like a princess when she finally opened the bathroom door.

  Gordon glanced up from the bed where he was resting and whistled. “Wow.”

  Corinne spun around for him, giggling. “I love it. Thank you.”

  “No. Thank you.” Gordon rose and walked toward her wearing only a pair of satin boxers.

  He held out his arms and she gladly fell into them, enjoying the feeling of the thin and silky material pressed between their bodies, the only barrier. His lips were soft yet firm as they worked against hers, and there was nothing but the two of them in the whole world.

  Gordon lifted her about the waist and she curled her arms around his neck, throwing her own back for him to kiss as he laid her back on the soft bed.

  “Are you sure you’re up for this?” he asked, crawling over her.

  Hell yes.

  She yanked him down shoving her tongue in his mouth in answer. Her body responded as always to his touch, primed and ready for more with sensations awakening in places she wasn’t usually even aware of.

  “I love you, Corinne,” Gordon said, gazing down at her with his bright green eyes.

  “I love you, too.” Corinne caressed his face with her hand and he turned into it to tenderly kiss her palm.

  “I’m going to make you forget everything,” he promised. And slid out of sight.

  Corinne felt his mouth on her toes, sucking at each one until she moaned with pleasure. He rubbed her feet as he kissed and licked his way up the inside of her legs and thighs, stopping at the sensitive skin just beneath her skirt.

  Willing him forward she spread herself wider and Gordon’s hands worked at the flesh inside her thighs, circling slowly upward. But then he appeared again, above her with a sly smile as he slid his hand below her nightgown and up over her stomach to her breast where he circled her nipple with his thumb.

  She writhed a little, working her hips in a state of frenzied anticipation. When she moaned in complaint he finally slid his hand back down and between her legs, rubbing down hard over her sex.

  “I love the sounds you make,” he said as he slipped two fingers inside of her and drew them slowly in and out while playing with her clit. “You’re so hot and wet for me, baby.”

  “It’s been two whole days,” she blurted out.

  Gordon laughed, shaking both of their bodies with it and she joined in until he pressed harder and further inside of her, making her draw in a sharp breath with the shot of pleasure that resulted. He knew just
how to manipulate her to build her arousal.

  “I love you, baby,” he murmured, kissing her neck then sucking at her breast as he continued his finger-work.

  “love…you…” she panted, reaching for his silk boxers so she could tug them off and bring out the big gun.

  “There’s no rush, baby,” he said, as she stroked him back. “We have the rest of our lives.”

  She liked the sound of that.

  Corinne sunk into his kisses as they rolled over and over, back and forth on the top of the enormous bed, legs twisted together, him kneading her breasts and tugging at her nipples until they stood out hard.

  “I want you inside of me,” she said as he kissed his way down to her stomach.

  “Not yet,” he said. “I told you, I’m going to make you forget everything.”

  Before she could ask what he meant, he buried his face between her legs and his forked tongue darted half wriggling inside of her, half flicking against her clit in quick hard motions.

  “Ooohhh,” she said losing herself in the sensations washing over her.

  His hands worked beneath her and his fingers slipped slowly inside her, replacing his tongue. He switched back and forth, building her to a maddening crescendo.

  Her fingers dug into the blankets at her sides as she came hard and loud to the motion of his flicking tongue.

  The next thing she knew he’d flopped on the bed beside her and laid a hand over her stomach.

  “Did it work?” he asked.

  “Who are you again?” she replied then laughed.

  He rolled her to her side and spooned her, lifting her outside leg with his hand and entering her from behind in one quick motion that sent fireworks through her.

  “Not done yet,” he said, squeezing her breast as he thrust over and over up inside of her already slick sex.

  Nirvana. Every fiber of her body sang with pleasure as he worked them both toward orgasm. But before they came, he slipped out and repositioned them, guiding her onto her knees on the bed where she protested lightly, shaking with desire.