Shifters in the Snow: Bundle of Joy: Seventeen Paranormal Romances of Winter Wolves, Merry Bears, and Holiday Spirits

by J. K Harper

  “I may know a few tricks,” she said.

  She stood at the end of the bed and slowly unbuttoned a series of small copper buttons on her shirt. She pulled it open to reveal a lacy red bra. He swallowed as he raked his gaze over her curvaceous breasts. Damn, her cups really did runneth over...

  “Sorry,” she whispered as she climbed onto the bed. “I don’t want this top to get all dirty.”

  The way she said “dirty” sent a fresh wave of need straight to his cock. It stood rigid against the fabric as if trying to break free.

  A low and throaty chuckle escaped her lips. She crawled across him and straddled his waist. Pinned beneath her, the urge to plunge into her became an obsession.

  “Enough with the games,” he said. “Untie me and I’ll show you dirty.”

  “Uh-uh.” She waggled her finger. “I get to play first. If you’re a good boy, you’ll get your turn.”

  She slid back until her warm round ass pressed against his cock. He groaned and tried to hold still, but it was damn near impossible. His hips jerked and he strained against the bonds. He could easily break them, but that would ruin not only the game, but it would shatter her world. How could he explain his monstrous strength without revealing his secret? He couldn’t, so he had to play along.

  She leaned in and spread featherlight kisses from his mouth to the edge of his jaw. Her hands went up to his bound wrists. She dragged her pink-tipped nails all the way down to his chest, stopping just below his bellybutton. His stomach heaved as adrenaline flooded his system.

  When she leaned down to catch his lip between her teeth, he groaned. If this was any indication of what she had in store for him, it was going to be damn good.

  A ding went off on the dresser and her eyes lit right up. “Just a second.”

  “I’m not exactly in a position to move,” he said.

  Her throaty laughter rippled across the air. In her wake, the scent of wild orchids and French lavender washed across his skin.

  She returned with a bowl of melted chocolate. He tensed. Hot liquid and a hard cock didn’t mix.

  “Where are you planning on putting that?” he asked nervously.

  “You’ll see,” she said.

  Using her fingers, she spread a small amount of chocolate across his lips. The scent curled into his nose to chase hers away. He almost regretted the loss, but as she leaned closer, her scent mingled with the chocolate to create an unbelievable aphrodisiac.

  She nibbled on his bottom lip before swiping her tongue across the top one. Her tongue trailed along his lips and when he kissed her, he tasted chocolate and something else. Cinnamon maybe?

  “What do you think?” she asked.

  “What else did you put in it?” he asked.

  “A dash of clove.”

  “Hmm. I wasn’t sure I got enough of a taste,” he said.

  “Don’t worry, you’ll get more.”

  She scooted back and dipped the spoon into the bowl. Hot, thick liquid chocolate dripped down the spoon. She placed a finger under it.

  “A little hot,” she said. “But you’ll be fine.”

  She dripped a brown, sticky trail from his neck to his chest before smearing it across his hard nipples.

  “Whoa,” he yelped in surprise. The chocolate wasn’t overly hot, but it was on the verge of being uncomfortable.

  “Too hot?” she asked with a frown.

  “Almost.”

  “I turned off the burner,” she said.

  “Good, because—”

  She silenced him with a kiss. Her tongue trailed down his neck and across his collarbones before meandering toward his nipples. When she sucked one between her lips, his hips jerked, nearly throwing her off. No one had ever done anything like that to him before, and he couldn’t get enough.

  As she continued to drizzle the hot chocolate down his body, she stopped to kiss his abs, his stomach, and the dips between his hips. She hovered over the waistband of his underwear.

  “Well don’t stop now,” he said.

  Even though he was on the verge of exploding, he couldn’t wait to feel her warm lips wrapped around his cock. He fought the urge to come as she pulled his boxers down to his knees. His legs were spread too wide, so she couldn’t get them any lower.

  Nothing could’ve prepared him for the first brush of her lips against his cock. She leisurely explored him from base to tip before devouring every inch. As she sucked him into her greedy mouth, her eyes went wide. Maybe she’d underestimated his girth. His chest swelled with pride.

  She sucked and licked and pushed him to the brink before pulling back to give him a sultry smile. His cock twitched, begging for more.

  As she drizzled swirls of chocolate around the base of his cock, he reconsidered busting out of his bonds. But the second she took his thick, hardened length in her soft hands, he shivered and surrendered to her touch. She stroked him slowly before leaning in and licking up every last drop of chocolate.

  “Your mouth feels so good,” he groaned. If she didn’t slow down, he’d explode.

  “How about this?” she asked as she stroked him in her fisted hand.

  Before he could reply, she sucked him deep. Pressure sizzled from within him. No matter how much he tried to hold back, he couldn’t. Every muscle in his body contracted as he roared with the force of his orgasm. She clung to him, sucking and licking until she’d lapped up every last drop.

  As her head fell back against the pillow, darkness threatened to pull him under. His cock throbbed as the last quivering remnants of orgasm curled his toes. But his bear wasn’t satisfied, and it wouldn’t be until he’d claimed her.

  “That was fun,” she murmured.

  She slid out of bed and set the bowl of chocolate on the dresser.

  “Yeah,” he replied. It was all he could manage.

  When she slipped into her white blouse, he tried to sit up.

  “Wait, where are you going?” he asked as she buttoned her shirt.

  “I have to get rid of the chocolate. We don’t want to leave any evidence, do we?” she asked sweetly.

  When she turned toward the door, he wriggled on the bed.

  “Wait. You can’t just leave me here like this,” he said.

  “Oh, I almost forget you were still tied up.”

  “Yeah, right.” He laughed. “Come back and untie me.”

  “Don’t worry, I’m not quite finished with you.”

  As she hummed an unidentifiable tune, she sashayed around the room doing a strip tease. His mouth went dry. She slipped the shirt down to expose each silky shoulder before pulling the shirt up to cover her skin. When she turned to face him, the front of the shirt hung open.

  “Tell me what you want,” she said.

  “Take it off.”

  “You want me to take this off?” She ran her fingers down the front of her shirt.

  “Yes,” he replied in a strangled voice.

  As she shimmied out of the shirt, her breasts jiggled and swayed. She turned and bent forward, giving him a great view of her heart-shaped ass. Even though he’d just come two minutes ago, he started to get hard again.

  She unbuttoned her tan pants and let them drop past her hips to pool at her feet. As she stepped out of them, she grabbed the edge of the bed and arched her back. He’d never been to a strip club, but he loved her private dance moves.

  Without a single note of embarrassment, she stood before him in matching lingerie. A lacy red thong showed off her luscious hips. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on her.

  “Do you have any condoms?” she asked as she reached back to unclasp her bra.

  “In my suitcase. In the corner.”

  She grabbed the box and placed it on the night stand. After plucking one out, she tossed it onto the bed. It landed between his knees. She smiled and slipped her bra off.

  Her breasts were magnificent. Twin pink nipples topped large, perky globes of soft, tanned flesh. She hooked her fingers into her thong and pulled it down to rev
eal a landing strip of soft, blonde hair. His bear roared in his chest. He couldn’t wait to fuck her like an animal. But Brody couldn’t let his bear get out of control.

  As she crawled across him again, the tips of her full breasts grazed his skin. His eyes rolled back. The struggle to rein in his bear was overwhelming. He almost lost it when she straddled his thighs and slid the condom over his rock-hard cock.

  She brushed her pussy against his cock before sliding down to take every inch of him deep into her molten center.

  “Oh, God,” she whimpered. “You feel so good.”

  She was warm, tight, and rocked in a rhythm that carried him closer to the edge of ecstasy. He never wanted it to end.

  As she swirled her hips and rode him with wild abandon, he thrust up to recapture her heat again and again. Each time she landed, her full, voluptuous hips jiggled. She closed her eyes and her lips parted. Whimpers of feral need spilled from her lips as she pushed faster, harder, and with an urgency he felt all the way to the soles of his feet.

  He tore one hand out of its binding and reached to scrape the pad of his thumb across her clit. She shrieked and pitched forward. Her pussy clenched with powerful waves of release. He followed her over the edge, fucking her furiously, holding her down with one hand on her ass.

  When he came, he jerked into her again and again until he couldn’t move. She collapsed on top of him and clung to him with a desperation he couldn’t comprehend. She was such a mystery. There was so much he didn’t understand. But he couldn’t think about any of that right now.

  She reached up to release his other hand and he rolled her onto her side. Still inside her, he traced the trail of sweat between her breasts. To finally touch her was enough to reignite his desire. He pushed her onto her back and pinned her beneath him.

  “It’s my turn now.”

  Chapter 5

  As he pinned her wrists over her head, Donna arched a brow.

  “I never suspected,” she said.

  “Suspected what?” he asked.

  “That you’re just as naughty in bed.”

  “Mm...”

  When he leaned down to nuzzle her neck, she smiled. But as his lips burned a trail of fire down her neck and across her collarbone, her mouth went slack. She closed her eyes. He slid one hand down to grip her hip while the other continued to hold her wrists.

  After nibbling a trail down to her breasts, he flicked his tongue against her nipple. She gasped and sighed before tangling her fingers in his hair. As he reached down to cup her soft mound, she ground against his hand, silently begging him to continue.

  Liquid arousal drenched his fingers as he slid them into her. First two fingers, then three. One more and she’d be stuffed. In an effort to encourage him, she arched her back and lifted her hips slightly. He took the bait, slipping another finger in to join the others.

  “You’re so damn sexy,” he murmured.

  “Stop talking and kiss me,” she demanded.

  He teased her with breezy kisses before returning to her taut nipples. As he took one hard peak between his lips, her body clenched around his fingers. Her breath hitched. She was on the brink of exploding when he pulled back.

  “Don’t stop,” she whimpered.

  He skimmed the tip of her clit with spiraling circles before lifting his fingers to his lips. As he tasted her sweetness, he closed his eyes and moaned.

  “You taste like wild honey,” he murmured.

  He slid between her thighs and hooked his hands around her hips. Before she could make sense of what he was doing, he bent to kiss her delicate lips.

  Her eyes fluttered shut. She’d read about this in books, but her ex had never kissed her there. When he pushed his tongue against her, she tangled her fingers in his hair. If she didn’t hold onto something, she’d float away.

  “Oh, God. Yes,” she whimpered.

  It was all the encouragement he needed. He parted her slick folds and curled his tongue around her clit. She shivered against his mouth as his tongue swept up and around to capture every inch of her.

  Within seconds, she cried out. Her feet arched and rose up until only her toes touched the chocolate-smeared sheets.

  “Don’t stop,” she begged.

  He didn’t.

  He licked and sucked and lavished her with sensual kisses until she screamed. Her legs clamped together around his head as she twisted to one side. Pulsing orgasmic waves of ecstasy racked her body. She shuddered and half-sobbed as the orgasm captured her in its grip. Starbursts exploded behind her eyelids, and for a second she thought she was going to faint.

  When she was finally able to catch her breath, he kissed the inside of her thigh. He wiped his drenched lips across the soft patch of hair over her pussy. Her sensitive flesh quivered beneath his touch.

  “Brody,” she groaned. “Oh my God.”

  “Yes?” He had the self-satisfied grin of a man who knew he’d just rocked her world.

  “I haven’t come that hard since I got my last vibrator.” She covered her mouth with her hand. A horrified expression crossed her face. “I mean…”

  “I take it your ex wasn’t satisfying you in bed?” he asked.

  “Not even close.”

  “That’s too bad,” he whispered. “Come here.”

  He lay on his back and offered her the crook of his arm. She snuggled into him and sighed as he wrapped her in a tight embrace.

  “I feel so alive right now,” she whispered.

  “Good, because I don’t sleep with corpses.”

  She laughed and playfully slapped his chest. As she settled down beside him, a sense of peace filled her soul. Her limbs felt like spaghetti and she couldn’t move a muscle. Not that she wanted to. She was perfectly happy lying in his arms.

  Within minutes, he drifted off to sleep. She turned to watch the soft rise and fall of his chest. He was a good man, someone who didn’t deserve to be taken advantage of, which is exactly what she’d done. She’d barged into his room with chocolate and then had proceeded to seduce him without a second thought.

  Who did that? Especially knowing that he wanted a nice woman to be his wife. She wasn’t the kind of woman he wanted. She’d accepted it the moment he’d told her all the ways she’d be completely wrong for him. But it hurt.

  He was right about some of it. She was high-maintenance, but she’d been raised that way. She didn’t know how to walk out of the house without having perfect hair and makeup. Maintaining the best possible appearance had been drilled into her by her movie-star mother for as long as she could remember. Her mother had told her over and over that a woman’s worth only lasted as long as her beauty. Falling from a position of most-wanted starlet to has-been actress, coupled with her parents’ divorce, had turned her mother into a bitter, beauty-obsessed shrew. And as much as she tried not to follow in her mom’s footsteps, she recognized that she was on the same path.

  She couldn’t drag Brody into her insanity. It wouldn’t be right. He deserved someone better, someone who knew how to be a good wife and mother. Someone other than her.

  “Brody?” She gently shook him awake.

  “Hmm?” he mumbled against her hair.

  “I think we should talk. I’m not looking for anything more than a week of fun here and I don’t want you to get the wrong impression. Okay?”

  “Mm-hmm,” he said in a sleepy tone.

  “I’m not ready to be tied down again,” she said. “I just finalized my divorce and there’s so much that I want to do—alone. I want to live my life on my own terms. And I know that’s selfish, but I need to see what I’m like when I’m not in a relationship. I’ve never really been single before, and I’m not even sure I ever want to get married again.”

  His formerly deep breaths grew shallow. As he rolled onto his side to face her, he brushed her hair away from her eyes.

  “Don’t worry, I understand,” he said. “I’m not expecting anything, and to be honest, I’m kind of glad you aren’t either.”

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p; “We’re not right for each other,” she said softly.

  “But we’re dynamite in bed.” He waggled his eyebrows.

  She laughed, grateful that he’d broken the tension.

  “We’re only here for a week, so let’s enjoy it for what it is—a break from reality.” His tone was light and casual, relieving her of her guilt.

  Glad that they were on the same page, she snuggled against him. But she still couldn’t fall asleep.

  Hours later, she stared at her reflection in the mirror above the dresser. She was surprised to see herself in another man’s arms. As much as she tried not to question it, she couldn’t help but wonder—would she be willing to give him up at the end of the week?

  * * *

  Brody rolled over and patted the space beside him. He cracked one eye open and found his bed empty. He yawned and opened his eyes. She was gone. The only trace of her was the wadded-up, chocolate-stained sheets on the bathroom floor. She was definitely keeping up her side of the bargain, so why did that make his chest hurt? They were supposed to be keeping their relationship simple, no strings attached, right? So why did it feel like there was an empty space in his heart?

  He took a quick shower, making sure to scrub her scent off of him. Although some of the other guests had probably heard her screaming in ecstasy, he didn’t want to parade her scent through the B&B. When he spotted bits of chocolate around the drain, he smiled. It had been one hell of a night.

  As he stepped out of the shower, his phone jingled with his best friend Duke’s ringtone. He quickly wrapped a towel around his waist and hurried to answer it.

  “Hey man, how’s it going?” Duke asked. “Have you learned how to flambé a canape?”

  “It’s been eye-opening, to say the least.” Brody ran a comb through his wet, tangled hair. “I’ve been enjoying the cooking lessons, but that’s not all I’ve been enjoying.”

  “Oh yeah? What else is going on?”

  “I met someone.”

  “Hot damn, tell me everything,” Duke said.

  “She’s a wealthy divorcee and she’s drop-dead gorgeous. But she’s also really sweet and totally unpredictable,” Brody said.