Claimed By The Military Bear: BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance Standalone (Paranormal Shifter Romance, BBW Shifter Romance, WereBear Romance)

by Alicia Wild

  It was long but not deep enough to require stitches, according to him. Melissa sighed slowly as she applied some ointment once the bleeding managed to staunch.

  A silence spread between them as she applied the gauze against his wound.

  “You want to tell me what happened?” She muttered, hoping he heard her over the thunder, rain, and crackle of fire.

  “Just a stupid mistake,” he sighed.

  “I got distracted.”

  A frown tugged her lips and brows down, as she reached for a bandage to wrap around his wound.

  “That doesn’t sound like you.”

  He let out a short laugh, “As if you’d know.”

  “Of course I know,” she replied rolling her eyes.

  “I’ve lived with you for almost two months now… You’re not exactly a space cadet, Barrett.”

  There was a pause then and she didn’t realize something had changed until she was done adjusting the bandage and peering into his eyes. He was staring at her strangely, intently… as if he had discovered something and wasn’t sure how to process it.

  Melissa felt her insides squirm the more she was under his scrutiny, yet she couldn’t exactly pull away from him.

  Something kept her close.

  “Two months…” He muttered and Melissa gave him a tiny nod, worried that the moment—whatever it was—would break if she moved any further.

  “It has been a while…”

  “Yeah.” Melissa murmured, swallowing back nervously even while her eyes flicked back and forth over his.

  She then realized that one of her hands was still on his shoulder, her thumb grazing over the edge of his collarbone and igniting sparks of electricity beneath their skin.

  His eyes moved, orbs of dark azure sliding down hers to land over her mouth and she felt the tingling in her hand spread everywhere.

  Something magnetic passed between them, urging her to inch forward, for one of his hands to press over her hip.

  Whatever was going on, it frightened Melissa… frightened her because she had never felt so excited in her life.

  Should this be happening? What even was happening? Melissa didn’t know, she vaguely wondered if she was okay where this was headed. He had been her savior, even her only friend, was she even ready to go… wherever this was going?

  But then she remembered how scared she had been; she remembered how she had wished to have him at her side, to converse with him again.

  She liked him, she knew this after that night in the kitchen when he had promised she’d be safe. But…

  “Mel,” Barrett whispered and she could feel his breath on her lips and she could feel her body tighten in anticipation.

  Slowly, Melissa inched down, felt him shift beneath her frozen fingertips before their lips just barely touched each other.

  It was a butterfly touch, the lightest flutter of flesh on flesh before Melissa suddenly found herself on her back. She let out a cry, alarmed that gravity has suddenly flipped and her eyes were wide and staring above her.

  Barrett’s blue eyes were wide and focused, and she could feel his breath on her lips, hard and hot. Her hands were gripping to his body, firm and surprised. Then he ducked down, and Melissa felt her breath catch in her throat.

  She could feel his mouth on hers more securely. His lips were amazingly soft, and for a moment, Melissa couldn’t do anything but register the sensation of them. He pulled away, dragging her lips in a gentle suckle that sent tingles through her bloodstream.

  She didn’t want him to pull away, she realized this, so she dragged her fingers over his chest to grip the back of his neck. She rose her chin, letting her lips brush against his once more and she felt him groan against her chest.

  Kiss after kiss was passed between them, leaving her blood feeling like molten lava and her thighs to press together.

  Air felt light in her head, making her head spin lightly with every touch of his mouth on hers.

  She blinked, eyes fluttering lazily as he pulled away to drag his lips down her jaw, and she shivered, feeling the chill of rainwater land on her skin even as he kissed her hotly.

  “Barrett,” Melissa sighed, arching her back and throat as he pressed languid kiss after languid kiss against her skin.

  “Melissa,” he whispered back, moaning softly when her fingers dragged down his skin.

  Pushing his head back up, she met his lips a little more urgently, daring to part her lips and taste him.

  Barrett gathered her zeal and turned it back on her, running his tongue against the tip of hers in a touch so hyperly sensual it made her gasp against him.

  This felt so unreal, but it felt amazing. Melissa never wanted him to stop.

  Their sighs and moans rose and fell with every press of flesh and taste of tongues. She felt her body jolt when she felt his fingers reach under her shirt before gathering his skin beneath his palms.

  She suddenly felt bashful, worried, and self-conscious that he would be repulsed by the extra weight in her skin.

  To her surprise, Barrett let out a soft groan of appreciation, pulling the fabric and trying to feel more of her with his hands.

  Each touch he made ignited something inside her so carnal and delicious it was hard to want to stop. His lips continued to travel, tasting her neck, under her jaw before returning to taste within her mouth.

  Melissa moaned with every touch, her back arching beneath him to press her breasts against his chest.

  She let out a gasp when one of his hands traveled beneath her bra, pulling the fabric up until his fingers found her nipple.

  She ripped herself from his lips, throwing her head back with a wanton moan.

  “Barrett,” Melissa said airily, “Please… please, I want…”

  “What do you want?” He hummed against her throat, both of his hands appearing over her belly before dragging her shirt high over her collarbone.

  She could feel the cold wet of his pants, and she realized he had settled between her legs.

  She bucked against him, arching her back high so that he could touch her. His thumbs hooked under her bra, pulling it up as he ducked down.

  “Wha-what are you doing…?” Melissa breathed, struggling to find air in her lungs.

  He answered her by pulling a nipple into his mouth. The wet heat made Melissa let out a squeak, body jerking beneath him as he sucked and laved her sensitive flesh with saliva. Her other nipple was being plucked and pulled gently between his fingers, making her see stars.

  She could hear the sound of his lips sucking and letting go, making her back feel funny in how her chest felt.

  When she glanced down, he was staring at her with a heady look, panting slowly as a string of saliva connected her skin to his mouth.

  She had never felt so erotic in her entire life.

  “I want you,” He murmured, tongue flicking out to graze her nipple.

  “I want you more than anything, Mel…”

  He ducked his head back down, switching to her other breast to give it the same treatment. Melissa moaned, digging her fingers into his scalp and drawing out groans from his throat against her chest.

  She spread her legs out further, wanting for him to be closer, to rub against the throbbing between her legs.

  He shifted his hips and she felt the graze intimately, made her lips part in a silent exclamation.

  “Mel,” he breathed again, pressing wet kisses against her navel, traveling further down until his teeth were pulling on the hem of her pants (it was a pair of pajama bottoms he had lent her).

  Melissa moved, removing her hands from Barrett’s skin to pull on the fabric of the pants, pushing down with a huff of needy air.

  “Barrett,” Melissa moaned, wiggling against his body with need.

  He pulled away, his hands helping her finish the task of pushing her pants down her knees, ankles, until she was bare beneath him. He stared down at her and Melissa felt a blush work its way down her entire body.

  His panting became ragged an
d Melissa groaned when she felt his hands trace her calves, up her thighs until caressing the sensitive flesh of her hips.

  “You look delectable,” he murmured, pushing her knees wide and exposing her dampness to the air of the cabin.

  A hot shiver burned through her as Melissa’s hands roamed her own skin, finding Barrett’s grip with shaky fingers.

  He bent down, placing a kiss on her pubic bone, Melissa nearly came apart with just the sensation of his breath over her lips. A vibrant moan ripped through her ribcage when she felt his tongue suddenly lap against her entrance.

  His lips sealed over her flesh, sucking, nipping, and biting tenderly at her flesh, her inner thighs and the moistness of her sex.

  He pressed his tongue against her, flicking and licking mercilessly—like a starving man finally given a meal.

  With every flick, Melissa felt her body twist and writhe, making her suck in air and gasp it out in noises that made her surprised to hear.

  Her body stiffened, feeling something penetrate her gently. The sensation was almost too much, and her walls slammed down into this object, yanking it deeper before her body shook with a powerful wave of pleasure.

  She felt herself rush out, fluid coating Barrett’s lips and tongue.

  He kept licking until Melissa couldn’t take it anymore.

  “Barrett!” She shrieked, reaching down to yank him up, slamming her mouth against his.

  He responded in kind, kissing her hard and groaning when she bucked her hips against his.

  Their grunts and groans were harder now, rushing through their lips in fierce exhales.

  She wanted him—no, needed him—and she wanted nothing more than to take him.

  All initial concerns and worry flew out the window when she felt him push up, his hands flying down to his pants to pull them down.

  “Mel,” he gasped, shuddering against her fingertips.

  “Are you sure you want this?”

  “Yes, yes,” Melissa said through a straining throat, “Please. Please…. I want you. I want you.”

  It was all he needed because the next thing she knew, she was being kissed harder than ever before. Something hard brushed her entrance, made her buck and gyrate almost madly.

  “Hold still,” he murmured against her mouth, one of his arms resting by her side to steady him.

  Melissa spread her legs wide, resting the soles of her feet against his hips.

  He groaned, she sighed, and finally, he moved and Melissa was groaning a loud sound that vaguely resembled his name.

  His member was large, thick in girth. He pushed in tentatively, made her face screw in discomfort and effort. Yet there was a sense of pleasure that his movements caused.

  She was so wet already that he slid in easily, if not with some careful shifting.

  When he was halfway in, Melissa was biting down harshly on her lips, and she felt him press kisses to her swollen mouth.

  “Are you okay?” He gasped, sounding strained.

  “Mmm, yeah,” she muttered yet the discomfort wasn’t faded and tears pricked at her eyes.

  “Maybe we should stop,” he said, but Melissa wrapped her around him, tightened her hold on his hips with her thighs.

  “No,” she begged, “No. I want this. I want it. Please, just keep going.”

  “Mel…” He protested, voice coming out worried.

  She fixed him a hard glare, before pressing her feet against the strength of his ass.

  With a push, she shoved his hips harder against hers. She bucked just as he went in, and the sensation of being filled to the brim made her throw her head back and scream.

  “Mel!” Barrett exclaimed, beginning to pull away.

  Melissa shook her head, reaching up to gather his mouth in hers.

  “Don’t,” she mumbled. “I like it. It feels good.”

  “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  Melissa shook her head.

  “You’re not. I promise. It feels good. Please…”

  Thunder cracked in the distance, adding a different vibration in the air. Barrett dropped his head against her collarbone before slowly pulling out, Mel gasped.

  He shifted back in, moving his hips in short thrusts that eased her into a trip towards pleasure. Each shift made her shake, urged her hips to move. Then she bucked, meeting his hips half way and Barrett let out a violent curse.

  “Are you okay?” Melissa asked, surprised.

  Barrett looked up, met her gaze with one of small amusement before he kissed her again.

  “You feel so good,” he admitted.

  Melissa felt her body heat up again, flattered. Her eyelids fluttered, and the two moved slowly, their hips meeting steadily faster.

  “More…” Melissa hummed, dragging her fingers to dig into the muscles of his back.

  Barrett increased his speed, breathing beginning to pick up.

  Melissa let out a small sigh, her mind spinning with the feeling of his chest rubbing against her erect nipples, of his member rubbing delicious friction against her walls.

  “Yes…harder.”

  “Mel,” Barrett let out and his hips slammed a little harder against her. The thrust drew a surprised cry from Melissa’s mouth and it seemed to encourage her lover further.

  He thrust in again, harder and faster until Melissa was throwing her head back and letting out cries that matched the rhythm of their rocking hips.

  Faster and harder, he pumped until he could feel a familiar swelling behind his balls, making his body begin to stiffen.

  “I’m close,” he grunted, “I’m getting close.”

  “I’m almost there,” Melissa babbled, one of her hands flying down to rub between their hips.

  “Oh, oh, ohhhh!”

  Suddenly, Melissa’s walls clamped down over Barrett’s member, milking him tightly and causing his eyes to roll to the back of his head.

  Melissa drew back a whimper, a high-pitched moan before she, too, was spasming beneath him. Their movements lost their rhythm, desperate to find that peak to haphazardly throw themselves off it.

  All that came between them was hard movement that made the two of them cry out, press their tongues in needing curls of each other’s names before their muscles slammed down into a final end.

  Fire and pleasure spread through them in a rush of blood and pooling warmth. Melissa could hardly remember what it was like to breathe, much less her own name.

  Before either of them knew it, they were spread on the ground, catching on to breaths and feeling each other’s skin…

  Barrett pulled away abruptly, pushing his body up. Melissa blinked up at him, feeling thrown and confused by his sudden movement.

  Before she could speak, he was grabbing her, hoisting her in his arms and meeting her lips with his.

  All she could do was barely respond to his kisses, clinging to his skin. He moved them towards the hallway, and towards the bedroom.

  He kicked the door open and once they were both inside, kicked it shut.

  The remainder of the night was spread in delicious touches and kisses and cries shouted to the ceiling as they had sex again and again…

  Chapter 7

  Melissa woke within pale sheets, her eyes fluttering beneath invading sunlight and unexpected warmth.

  For a genuine moment of confusion, she felt around her surroundings, not recognizing where she was. It wasn’t until she felt a gentle caress over her side that she felt her body melt against the mattress.

  “Did I wake you?”

  Barrett’s voice was soft in her ear and when she turned to face him, he was watching her with a gentle expression.

  She sighed, letting her head fall against his shoulder.

  She hummed in the negative, lifting a hand to caress his face.

  “I thought you’d be gone by now…”

  He gave her a half smile, “I’m taking a day off.”

  “How come?” She mused, and he shifted to hover over her.

  The sunlight broke over his ski
n and into his eyes, making the blue in his irises come alive with unexpected emotions.

  There were too many for Melissa to catch, and she felt too lightheaded to try to tell them apart.

  “Mel, I haven’t been… honest with you.”

  He said and his voice was quiet, shame leaking through its edges and making her brows furrow.

  “Where is this coming from?” She mused, blinking furtively under his flicking gaze.

  He sighed and pushed away, drawing from the sheets to sit on the edge of the bed facing the window.

  “Do you ever wonder where I go?”

  Mel shifted over the blankets, sitting up and drawing a sheet to cover her chest.

  “Yeah… but you’re not exactly a business man. I figured it was your business.”

  “You are far too trusting for your own good, Melissa,” Barrett replied, shaking his head.

  He peeked over his shoulder, looking at her with frustrated eyes. “Anyone else who saw all those weapons on the wall wouldn’t have hesitated to disappear. But you saw them and you stayed anyway, why?”

  Melissa’s lips worked into a frown.

  “I told you… I’m running away from that man.”

  “And into the walls of someone far more dangerous than him. I could have killed you several times over.”

  “But you didn’t,” Melissa countered.

  “You took me in. You gave me shelter.”

  “Any other murderer with a flair of charisma could’ve done the same.”

  Barrett snorted, nostrils flaring.

  “And yet here I am,” she waved at herself with an arm, fixing him with a defiant glare.

  “You could have killed me but you didn’t. You kept me safe… you still are.”

  Something in him snapped and he was pulling from the bed in a storm of frustration. He whipped around to face her and she nearly blushed at the sight of his nakedness but the stare he fixed on her kept her from getting distracted.

  “You can’t have possibly known this, Melissa! Had I been a different man—a weaker man—I would have taken you. I have taken you! I defiled you as if you were some thing to be taken!”