by Honey Jans
"I've never been a very progressive kind of Were,” he said, bending to kiss her.
She kissed him back, loving the feel of him against her, rocking against him, dry humping him because his damned clothes were in the way. And then he growled as she felt his surging cock break his zipper again and she giggled. She wasn't the only one feeling primitive. And then she lifted up a little to hop on his cock and they both groaned in unison.
"Little queen,” he groaned, slamming into her.
She sobbed, rocking against him, seeing stars as her pussy tightened around him. And then she rode him hard, taking him deeper. He clutched her ass, surging into her driving her over the edge. And they came with a shout clinging to one another.
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Chapter 8
At sunrise Cruz woke up pressed against Honey's ass, feeling warm, languid, satisfied, and strangely energized even though she'd worn him out throughout the night. He cupped her left breast, feeling the strawberry pink nipple bud against his palm. She was so exquisitely responsive, it was hard for him to concentrate on the task ahead—bearding her grandfather in his own den. Knowing he might not come back alive he wanted one more taste of paradise. His aching cock nestled between the sexy globes of her rounded ass and he rubbed it against her, smiling when he heard her sleepy murmur of pleasure. He rolled her onto her back and kissed her. She moaned under him, kissing him back. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, his arousal building as he felt heat build inside her. His hand cupped her breast, rolling the nipples as he drank in her breathy gasp. He reveled in his ability to excite her as her nipple jutted out harder. Then he rolled onto his back taking her with him and loved the feel of her warm body sprawled atop him. He put his hands on her waist, and effortlessly pulled her up so he could suck on her nipples. Her breasts dangled like ripe fruit for his voracious mouth.
As his hot mouth closed over her right nipple, he felt a shiver of delight go through her. And then he was lost, sucking on her nipple, his cock rising to the occasion. She spread her legs and rubbed her creaming pussy against the ridge of his erection, torturing him too. He growled, making her giggle. He smiled against her honeyed skin and arched against her, driving her wild as he moved on to suck her other nipple. She let out a cry, riding against him. When he was satisfied and so horny he could stand it no more he released her nipple and she let out a murmur of protest. He ignored her and lifted her higher so that he could taste her sweeter fruit.
She seemed flustered but when his tongue flicked out to lick her pussy she moaned and stopped struggling. He savored her, licking her labia and sucking it into his mouth until she was thrusting against him. Then he let her go to lap at her clit and she screamed with pleasure. He flicked against her again and again until she was sobbing and arching against his teasing tongue. His hands tightened on her hips, holding her captive, as he pleasured her with his mouth. He sucked on her clit, drawing it into his hungry mouth, nursing at it. And then as she was shuddering, his tongue slipped into her pussy. Her body went spasmodic for him as she came, her pussy rippling on his tongue as he drew her pleasure out.
Cruz was dazzled by her response, his heart open for her, his cock hard enough to break off. But he wanted to brand her as his and make it last. When he finally eased her down to lie beside him, she was limp. He kissed her and she opened for him. He knew she tasted her essence on his tongue as she purred for him.
Honey wrapped her arms around Cruz, kissing him back, feeling dazzled. Oral sex—wow! It was the most forbidden, erotic, experience so far. Somehow Cruz always managed to up the ante every time he took her. Now in the afterglow, she was suddenly bit by the notion to do the same thing to Cruz. How she'd love to rock his world. She slipped her hand down his toned body to reach for his erection. She could hardly wrap her hand around his hot pulsing staff, confirming her thought that it got bigger the more they touched. He growled as she fisted him and then bent to taste him. She looked up at him. The burning look in his eyes and the rigid set of his body told her he was holding back, waiting for her to make the next move. The sense of feminine power that filled her at that moment spurred her on.
She watched a nerve in his tight jaw pulse, made a yummy noise, and focused on his cock. It was hard, bobbing in front of her face. She experimentally flicked her tongue out to taste him. Salty, sweet, and all man...hers. A drop of pre-cum glistened on his slit and she lapped it up, stealing it. He growled in response, making her quiver, emboldening her. She smiled, swirling her tongue around his hot cock's velvety head and then opened her mouth to take him in. His groan excited her, made her suck on him hard, trying to take more of him in. He tastes like honey!
"Enough,” he gritted out, his hands on her shoulders.
Honey gave him a frown, her lips still holding him trapped, not wanting to give him up. But his demanding, if tender, look made her stop. She let him slip from her mouth and left him with a kiss and a promise. She wanted more. When Cruz pulled her up his body and then flipped her over onto her back, she went with a giggle. Then his mouth crushed hers with a kiss and she stopped giggling to moan. She kissed him ravenously knowing he tasted his essence on her tongue, reveling in it.
He broke the kiss to gaze down at her, his eyes glittering with banked fires. “Reach out for the bedposts."
Shivering with anticipation, she did as he said and by magic soft fur restraints snuggled around her wrists. Her back arched a little, as she let out a little gasp of surprise. Feeling his hot gaze on her made her nipples harden to tingling points as he gazed at every inch of her breasts. She felt as if he were touching her. Tremulous, she gasped for breath as if she had run a marathon. He moved closer and reached out to touch her. His fingertips brushed over her nipples, making them jut out harder, just begging for his attention. She hoped he'd make good on his seduction and wasn't just teasing her.
"More,” she begged, arching out for him.
"Be good and you'll get fucked,” he promised hotly, skimming his hand over her once more.
"Yes, sir,” she said with a gasp.
He chuckled and bent to lick her nipple.
She bit back a scream of pleasure when his rough tongue rasped over her. Damn, but the bear could lick. Then her eyes rolled back in her head when he sucked on her. She went wild, arching off the bed, crying out. And in a flash he was lying on top of her, pressing her into the bed. She tried to put her arms around him and grumbled when she realized she couldn't. He laughed and she fumed.
"Wrap your legs around my waist, Honey,” he demanded.
She didn't need more encouragement and flowed around him wrapping her legs around his body. His cock scraped against her sensitized pussy and she cried out with need. He growled and thrust into her, his hands cupping her ass. She cried out, her cunt milking at him instantly as he deepened his thrusts. He growled, muttering passionate words in a different language that she didn't know but felt to the bottom of her heart. Then she stopped thinking as he fucked her harder than ever before.
She clung to him, never wanting to let go. It was at that moment that she promised herself that she'd fight to keep him. Then he kissed her, driving high and hard inside her, driving all rational thought from her head. It pushed her over the top and her orgasm rocked through her like a shock wave. Her last conscious thought was of his growl as he emptied his essence into her.
"Honey!” he shouted, coming high and hard inside her.
She drifted back to earth listening to him whispering sweet, soothing sounds into her ear as her restraints magically vanished. There were definite perks to sleeping with a strong Were talent. Then he eased back up beside her, rolled onto his back, breathing hard, pulled her into his arms and she melted against him. Bathed in afterglow, she reveled in the feel of being in his arms.
"Sleep now, sweetheart,” his said, stroking her hair.
"I'm not going to let you play those Werebear mind-meld tricks on me,” she said with a yawn, her eyes drifting shut.
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Chapter 9
Cruz smiled, kissing the top of her head as she drifted off to dreamland. He waited until she was sleeping deeply and then rolled out of bed. It took all his strength to leave her but he had a job to do. Dressed, he walked down the hall to the kitchen where Tyson and Lane were talking. The concerned looks they gave him told him they were on the same wavelength. There was trouble coming but they'd protect what was theirs. “Watch over her for me, will you?"
Tyson nodded. “You want backup at the Lockwood Camp? I can call in a few of our warriors to babysit and accompany you."
Cruz winced, they all knew that Black Jack wouldn't take well to that. He'd just have to take his chances solo. He shook his head. He also knew what Tyson wasn't saying, he didn't want to let another woman that close. They'd just all have to get over their hang-ups if this was going to work. “No. We all know she'll need you both here. Besides, I don't want to go in all gangbusters to the Lockwood Camp. It'd break more treaties than we can count."
Tyson let out a sigh and looked toward the bedrooms. “You're probably right. She know what you're up to?"
"No. And I wouldn't advise telling her. She'd kick my Werebear ass,” he said with self-mockery.
Tyson's eyes twinkled at that last statement. “The lady does sound interesting."
Cruz did his damndest to quash the jealous feelings inside him. “She is.” He turned to Lane. “How about you, junior, you ready to stand and deliver?"
Lane smirked at him. “I've never had any complaints,” he quipped, adding solemnly, “If you're going to be so bonehead stubborn as to go in with no backup, at least take this new dataport I designed,” he said, thrusting a handheld device in Cruz's direction.
Cruz looked down at the matte black device in his hand. “What does it do beside text and send tweets?” he asked, thinking of the kid's latest love. Of course, looking at the strong set of Lane's body, he knew he wasn't really a kid.
"Well,” Lane said with a grin,"the redial is a panic button. Hit it, and our clan warriors will get the Bear signal."
Cruz groaned at the batman reference. The kid also liked comic books. “Yeah, I'll be sure not to push that one."
"Also type in 911 and it'll pack a punch to knock anyone on their ass."
"Sounds interesting,” he said, pocketing the device. “I'll see you when I see you,” he said, starting to teleport.
"And make sure you're in a clearing when you set off the bomb. It's star six nine."
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Chapter 10
Honey woke later that morning feeling blissfully sated but alone. She didn't need to reach for Cruz to know he was gone. Maybe Cruz had gone for some of Tyson's yummy coffee. They could both use the caffeine buzz after the night they'd spent. Being ravished by a hunky Werebear stud could wear a girl out. She smiled and snuggled under the covers. No wonder her Bear sisters indulged in harems. She was still tingling. And best of all, after last night, she knew that she wasn't such a flop in the mating department. She might not have a harem but she could handle one man. The only troubling thing was that she still didn't have a handle on her emerging powers, even if they were insignificant.
She sighed, tossing and turning as she waited impatiently for Cruz to return. After a while she came to the painful realization that he wasn't coming back. Some lover she was if she couldn't hold on to him all night. With a grumble she rolled out of bed. She'd just have to track him down and find out exactly where she stood. After Alex's desertion she was through being laid-back. As she moved, feminine muscles she wasn't aware of spasmed in protest. A hot shower just might make her feel human again and ready to face the world. She still didn't know where Cruz was but she knew he wouldn't be paying that call on her grandsire. After all, he'd promised. Well, actually, he'd just nodded but she'd taken it as a promise.
Stepping under the steaming shower, she let out a groan of relief as all her knotted muscles unraveled, loosened. Then she reached for Cruz's sandalwood body wash, realizing that it smelled like him. Lathering up, she indulged in a few fantasies as she scrubbed herself clean. It was time to come up with a game plan. First, she'd track down Cruz and say her goodbyes on her terms. Then she'd go assess and repair the damage on her grandsire's fishing shack. After that, she'd get on with the rest of her life. It might be loveless but at least she'd had her taste of bliss.
Out of the shower, she noticed the clothes she'd worn last night freshly washed and folded on the dresser. How thoughtful. Cruz and she had been too occupied last night for her to even think of it. She'd bet it was Tyson.
She walked out of the bedroom, fully clothed and feeling as pulled together as she was going to be. Determined to be as sophisticated about this mating game as her Weresisters were, she moved purposefully down the hall. Drawing in a steady breath, she took in the heady aromas coming from the kitchen and headed there like a beeline, her stomach grumbling. She was famished and hopefully Cruz would be there. She had to admit to herself that she was in danger of falling hopelessly in love with him but she'd never let him know. She was determined not to fall for Tyson or Lane's charms either, no matter what her natural inclinations were.
She turned the corner, feeling Tyson's gentle pink aura before she saw him and noticed a difference. It was somehow warmer, less guarded. As she walked into the room, Tyson turned to smile at her and she couldn't help responding in kind. He wasn't hostile today. What had made him soften toward her? The hot pink aura around him practically glowed, telling her how comforting it would be to touch him. She blushed at the errant thought.
"Pull up a seat, my lady. I've got your breakfast ready. I scented you the minute you left the bedroom,” he added with a grin.
His answer confirmed that he was very powerful. “You saying that I smell funny?” she teased back, looking around the room for signs of Cruz. Where the blazes did he disappear to?
"No, you smell like a woman should smell,” Tyson said, giving her an approving once-over. “Feminine, intoxicating."
The breath caught in Honey's throat and her captive gaze flashed back at him. Damn, he was attractive in a rough-around-the-edges way but she couldn't afford to get involved with him. She had to keep her mind on her to-do list. Find Cruz and say goodbye...
"Can I tempt you?” he asked, pouring her a cup of coffee.
She bit her lip as the heat rose inside her. Damn. She needed to cut the sensually charged flow between them like yesterday. She had a list. Oh yeah. “Where's Cruz? I need to say..."
"Cruz is gone, love,” Tyson cut in while carefully watching her reaction.
Honey blinked back tears of humiliation that sprung to her eyes. Damn it, she wouldn't be a weak female.
Tyson added gently. “Don't take it so hard, love. Cruz had some important business to take care of in town. Otherwise, he wouldn't have left. He told me to take extra special care of you."
She took in the way the swarthy bear stud said ‘care of you’ and blushed down to her toes. He was reporting for harem duty. So why was she flustered? Because you're not trained to handle a harem, stupid. It was the opportunity of a lifetime. Not that she was considering it, her nerve endings tingled. Still, it was a comfort to her wounded pride that Tyson was hanging in there for her. But she couldn't take him up on it. “No thanks, I need to get going."
He moved so fast he was a blur one instant and holding her hand the next.
"You can't leave."
Her natural feistiness kicked in. She was tired of being told what to do. Just what kind of game were he and Cruz playing? “Don't even think you can order me around."
"Now calm down, sugar. I didn't mean to rile you up. Of course, you're in control of this harem."
Somehow she didn't believe him, but she found herself softening toward him just by his force of will. She licked her dry lips, her gaze drifting over her would-be harem mate. Tyson was drop-dead gorgeous if one li
ked ebony gods, and she did. Strong, glittering eyes, luscious lips, tall and powerful with a sensual look in his eyes that told her he knew what she was thinking. And he had a swagger she knew was probably earned. She looked at him seeing the sincerity there, shocked that she could read him that clearly. He wanted her, needed her to heal him emotionally. It shocked her that she could pick that up.
Tyson broke eye contact to look down and pull out a chair for her. “Have a seat at the breakfast bar. I'm dying for you to sample my latest creation."
Honey could feel that he'd allowed her past his defenses to show her that he trusted her and she felt honored. Her heart went out to him along with her lust. Damn, this was getting complicated. She stopped trying to fight it and dropped onto the chair. Her to-do list could wait until she figured this out. “Thanks. I really am starving and that smells divine,” she said, feeling shy.
He smiled. “I need an honest opinion from someone with good taste."
She couldn't help beaming at his compliment. He slid the platter of silver dollar pancackes in front of her and added a small heated pitcher of syrup.
"They're purple raspberry with homemade syrup."
She took in a heady whiff. “They smell heavenly and look almost too good to eat."
"I'm told they taste even better. Although the boys will say shoe leather tastes good if I keep on doing the cooking."
She felt herself warming to his seductive smile. Tyson had a smooth line and she couldn't help responding a little bit. To demonstrate, he picked up a tiny cake, dipped it in the syrup and pressed it to her lips. She felt a bit flustered as she took a bite, her lips brushing his blunt-tipped fingers. She groaned with bliss as the summer flavors burst on her tongue. It was better than she'd imagined. Then Tyson grinned and leaned forward and she knew the time had come for her to make a decision. Give in to her raging hormones, her destiny, or run away.