The Bear Prince: A BBW Bear Shifter Billionaire Paranormal Romance Novella (Seattle's Billionaire Bears Book 3)

by Sable Sylvan

  “I’ve got to take you upstairs,” said Damien, pulling Crystal up into his arms and kissing her deeply as he cradled her against his firm chest before he started walking.

  Crystal held onto her boyfriend’s firm neck as he carried her gently up the stairs, to the bedroom, where he flicked the lights on and put her down on the bed, gently. He got into the bed, and started back where they’d left off, pressing his hands against her waist and pulling her up to kiss him, to feel just how much he loved her.

  Crystal moved her arms back around Damien’s neck and felt his thick hair between her fingers as he pressed against her. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around Damien’s waist, and that’s when she felt it, that rod that had tantalized and teased her last night, which she’d gotten a peek at but which she hadn’t had the pleasure of actually touching and feeling against her most sensitive parts. Crystal moved her legs so she was pressed up against that part of Damien, pressing.

  “Damien, I want you,” moaned Crystal.

  “You do?” teased Damien, pressing his hand against Crystal’s parts through her thin pajamas. He could already sense her arousal via smell, but of course, he also enjoyed seeing Crystal squirm beneath him, feeling just how badly she wanted him as she bucked against his hand, and hearing her moan for him...he could practically taste that arousal in the air.

  “Yes, Damien, please,” begged Crystal, pulling Damien close and pulling on his shirt. “Get that shirt off, and please, just...”

  “Hey, hey, let’s take it slow...after all, just because this is our third date doesn’t mean that I expect you to have sex with me,” joked Damien. “You sure you don’t just want a chase kiss goodnight?”

  “You have to know that this good-boy act of yours just makes me want you more,” said Crystal. “Shirt. Off. Please.”

  “Whatever you want,” said Damien, but instead of pulling his shirt off, he pulled off Crystal’s, exposing her chest to him, as she hadn’t worn a bra underneath her soft tank top.

  “What was that line you’re fond of?” asked Crystal. “You show me yours, I’ll show you mine? Well, let’s see it.”

  “Oh, you just want to see me shirtless?” teased Damien. “Easy.” He took his shirt off and tossed it aside, flexing with one arm and teasing Crystal’s parts with the other.

  “Come on, you know I’ve gotta have more,” begged Crystal. “Please, Damien...do me.”

  “Well, you did say please,” said Damien, raising a brow, before getting down and pulling Crystal’s shorts off, exposing Crystal’s nethers to him. “Ah...no bra, no panties, but you want to be serviced?”

  “Of course,” said Crystal. “And come on, I already unwrapped that gift last night...let me play with my new toy.” Crystal got up and pushed Damien down. Well. Damien let her push him down, because as hard as Crystal pressed, she never would’ve been able to get Damien down on the bed on her own, but once he was down, he put his hands behind his head as Crystal tore at his waistband, trying to get it down.

  “Need some help with that, princess?” asked Damien.

  “If you’ll be so kind as to be my prince,” said Crystal.

  “Oh, you want the royal treatment? I can give you the royal treatment,” said Damien. “Lay back.”

  Crystal switched positions with Damien and laid back, while Damien got up and got those pesky briefs off. He got back on the bed, member in hand. Crystal looked down; even in Damien’s hands, his member looked huge. She gulped. How the heck was that going to fit inside her, and was it absolutely naughty that she wasn’t going to mind whatever sort of two-person gymnastics they’d have to do in order to get it all the way up inside of her?

  “You showed me how you like it when you use your hands...but trust me, you’ve never had a real man show you these moves before,” said Damien.

  “So I did get dinner and a show after all,” said Crystal.

  “Honey, that movie was your show...this, well, this is the after party, with stripper and a porn tape included,” said Damien. “The stuff we’re gonna do, it’s banned in Las Vegas and Monaco.”

  “Show me,” ordered Crystal, getting up on her elbows to look down.

  “Make me,” retorted Damien, pushing Crystal down onto the bed. “But whatever you do, don’t make me have to gag and blindfold you, sweetheart. Let me take care of you. And hold your applause until the end, sugar tits.”

  Damien pressed his cock against Crystal’s slit, and Crystal instinctively bucked up. Damien pulled away.

  “Hey, I was just starting to have fun,” said Crystal.

  “I know, and you said you were going to let me take care of you,” said Damien, pressing a finger along Crystal’s slit. “So are you going to lie back and enjoy the show, or not?”

  “I will,” said Crystal, crossing her arms.

  “Good,” said Damien, ignoring Crystal’s sass. He grabbed a free pillow. “Now, buck those hips up again.” He pressed the pillow underneath Crystal’s ass and then, went back to work, pressing his cock over Crystal’s slit, feeling the wet honeypot underneath him quiver as he teased and tantalized Crystal. He watched her hold back her urge to buck up against him, to force his cock into her canal, and he couldn’t help but let a smirk cover his face.

  “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” asked Crystal.

  “Absolutely,” said Damien. “I just love seeing you beg.”

  “What’s the point? You’re just denying yourself this pussy,” said Crystal.

  “Yes, but I have a feeling you want this dick, badly, and if I get you to want this dick even more badly, you’ll just explode around me in...oh, let’s say, under twenty strokes,” said Damien.

  “Twenty? You’re on,” said Crystal. “Damien Michaels...do your worst.”

  “Oh, I intend to,” said Damien, pressing his cock against her clit, hard, so that Crystal could feel his throbbing cock through her pleasure nub. Crystal gripped the sheets but was determined not to break, not to let Damien know how badly she wanted to have that cock inside of her, how badly she wanted to press her hips up to force him to enter her all at once, to fill her from entrance to end.

  It was the most pleasurable torture happening in the tri-state area. With every stroke, Damien got harder, and as he got harder, he drove Crystal closer to the edge, and as he felt her dripping wet with desire, as he smelled her body produce fresh juices, he got harder. It was a delicious vicious cycle, and there was to be no end, until finally, Crystal couldn’t help it...

  ...She bucked her hips.

  “Oops,” said Crystal meekly. “It wasn’t on purpose!”

  “I’m sure it wasn’t,” said Damien, and that’s when he gripped Crystals thighs and spread them. “And that’s how I know you’re abso-fucking-lutely ready for this.”

  He pressed into Crystal slowly, letting her feel every last inch of him, as he filled her, easily getting his whole shaft into her, until his base was at her entrance, before he pulled out.

  Damien leaned in, and whispered into Crystal’s ear...“One.”

  “Damn you, Damien,” said Crystal, wrapping her arms around Damien’s neck and pulling him close. Damien pressed into her and she gripped onto him even harder. “Damn you for making me feel this horny.”

  “And damn you double for making me feel this hard,” said Damien, pulling out, before whispering, “Two.”

  He pressed in again, and pulled out, this time, a little faster. “Three.”

  “Four.” Crystal’s arms wrapped hard around Damien’s body as he said the number, her nails digging into his back as he felt her breath become more rapid.

  Crystal couldn’t believe it. Damien was a cocky bastard, but he’d really had a good reason to be...he knew how to please a woman, how to put on a show, and how to be an absolutely pornographic lover. Yes, she’d enjoyed the show, even with the twists and turns, and had learned to trust that Damien really did know what to do with her body, how to handle every curve on the racetrack that was her body, as he’d traversed every lus
h hill and valley with equal and ample skill. He’d brought her to the point of needing his cock so badly that her body would do whatever it took to get it inside of her hole, and now...he was close to making her body do something else...

  “Five.” Damien pushed back in again, and held, feeling Crystal’s body clench around his cock, as if it was trying to lock it into her. Pulling out was hard, physically and mentally, but he managed to do it. The side effect of bringing Crystal so close to the edge? He’d had to get to that edge with her, and they were two people on the cliffs of pleasure, both ready to take a plunge into an ocean of orgasms. The only question was, who would jump first?

  “Six.” As Damien pressed back into her, Crystal felt every last inch of him filling her. Her parts were hypersensitive because they’d been denied this treat. By making her wait, Damien had made her body even more desiring of his shaft, and her love canal was wet enough to take every inch of Damien with ease.

  “Seven,” moaned Damien, before he had to let out a small sigh to catch his breath. Crystal’s body was too good, making him harder with every stroke. He felt himself breaking out into a sweat as he made a concerted effort to hold back what his balls had been yearning to let loose since he first met Crystal that fated afternoon.

  “Eight.” Damien could barely get the word out, and Crystal could barely hear it, because by now, she could’ve been wearing that blindfold, and ear plugs to boot, for all she cared, because the only thing she could really think about was that immense pleasure that Damien was making her feel as he pressed into her, over and over, the tip of his cock rubbing against her G-spot...

  “Nine.” Damien knew he was close...

  “Ten.” But he had no idea just how close Crystal was...

  “Eleven.” But Crystal did...

  “Twelve...” said Damien as he pulled out slowly before pressing in again.

  “Oh, Damien,” moaned Crystal, as she felt herself feel that warm, glowing feeling again. It hadn’t even taken twenty strokes to get her there. The feeling spread through her whole body and she gripped onto Damien even tighter at first. Then, as her limbs turned to jelly, she had to let go and instead, try and grip the sheets, as she could barely control her body anymore as the orgasm spread from her core to her fingers and toes, filling her entire body with pleasure. “Oh, Damien!”

  “That’s right,” said Damien, pressing back into Crystal, no longer counting the strokes, just pressing in and out of her to make sure she’d keep coming. The bear in him roared. He was close to cumming, and therefore, close to the moment of truth, and both the man and the bear knew it. This was going to be the moment that let him know whether or not the woman he was sure was more than just a lover was really...his fated mate.

  Damien could hold back no longer. He gripped onto Crystal, keeping her steady as he pumped, and with a press, came inside of her, filling her with his hot seed as he couldn’t help but moan her name slowly.

  As Damien came inside of Crystal, the mark on his chest started to undergo a change. It was like Damien’s skin was being lit from within with a fire. The facets of the tattoo, the space between the black line work, started to turn different colors. Red, orange, even a bright yellow, which glowed through his skin, and then, faded...but that wasn’t all. The tattoo itself was starting to change, the ink in the tattoo changing colors entirely...starting from the center of the tattoo, the ink, which was usually black, started to turn a brilliant white, only leaving black on the very edges of the line work, the thick black lines turning into white lines that were barely outlined in black.

  The bear in Damien got on its hind legs and roared, making Damien’s deep brown eyes flash a strange brilliant green. This was it: there was no confusing Crystal for anyone else. She was truly his fated mate, the one he was meant to be with, and the bear and his body knew it, as he kept unleashing the largest load he’d ever had, right into the curvy woman whose climax just seemed to have absolutely no end.

  Crystal reached up and touched the strange tattoo as it changed before her very eyes. She’d never had sex with a shifter before, but she sure wasn’t expecting these kinds of fireworks. Damien kept pressing into her, extending her climax far after he’d reached his end, and as finally, her body calmed down, Damien pulled out of her.

  “What the heck was that?” asked Crystal as Damien rolled onto the bed next to her. Damien’s brow was wet with sweat and his hair was sticky and clumped together. He looked absolutely exhausted.

  Shit. Damien remembered he hadn’t told Crystal what he’d told himself he was going to tell her. He truly wanted to, and was planning on doing it after the movie at the park, but then, the wolves had ruined his plan, and everything got thrown off course...and to tell her now, well, it was really not the best time. He was tired, and they had just frikkin’ had sex for the first time.

  “Trust me, I’ve...I’ve got a lot to explain to you tomorrow,” said Damien, before yawning and mopping his face with the other side of his pillow. “And I’m too tired to do it tonight. Shifting, fighting, and mating, it all took a lot out of me.”

  Mating? Crystal thought that was a weird way to refer to having sex, but she wasn’t about to push it. “Alright, sleepyhead,” said Crystal, before she got up to get cleaned up. Mating. What a weird word. Damien’s tattoo was unlike any she’d seen before, but Damien was also unlike any man she’d met before. She was sure he’d be able to explain it all tomorrow.

  Exhausted, Crystal got back into bed and Damien got up to use the bathroom. Damien got up to clean up quickly and turn off the lights before he got back in bed with Crystal, holding her tight and spooning her, his chin in the crook of her neck, his legs surrounding hers, their limbs tangling until it was as if they were one tree that only appeared, on first glance, to be two. The pair fell asleep, with only sweet dreams filling their tired heads.

  Chapter Seven

  Crystal woke up on Saturday morning to the smell of pancakes and the sound of her ringtone, in a bed that she’d never woken up in before. Surrounded by green sheets and pillows, the soft light of the sun warming the bedding, a light breeze moving the lacy curtains over the window, she thought she’d died or gone to heaven, or at least, into a furniture catalogue, before she rubbed her eyes and remembered what had happened last night. The soreness in her thighs reminded her of the party that had gone on in this bed just hours earlier. Apparently Damien had let her sleep in: could this guy get any more perfect?

  The ringtone stopped, and then started up again. Crystal slipped on one of Damien’s large shirts and went through her purse to find her phone. She was getting a call from Tangie.

  “Tangie?” said Crystal. “What’s up? I was going to text you about getting drinks tonight. You wouldn’t believe the night I’ve had.”

  “Crystal, that can wait, I’ve been calling you non-stop for like an hour,” said Tangie.

  “Is everything okay?” asked Crystal, sitting down on the guest bed.

  “Everything up in Seattle is fine, don’t worry,” asked Tangie. “It’s just...well, I’ll just come out and say it. How come you didn’t tell me you were dating a billionaire? I’m your best friend! You know you can tell me anything.”

  Crystal couldn’t help from laughing. “What on Earth are you frikkin’ talking about? I’m not dating a billionaire.”

  “You sure? Because the front page of the tabloid has a picture of a girl that looks just like you holding hands with a guy who looks a lot like the guy you described to me,” said Crystal.

  “Okay, what’s this cover look like?” asked Crystal. She couldn’t believe that she was entertaining Tangie’s fantasy, but this had to be some sort of dumb prank.

  “Alright, the picture is from last week,” said Tangie. “The girl in the picture is definitely you, same hair, same build, and you’re wearing a navy blue dress with lace details and some navy and black flats, with a black fur bolero.”

  “You know I own that dress and that jacket,” said Crystal.

  “Okay,
but the guy, he’s wearing like, a grey suit,” said Tangie.

  Crystal gulped. To be fair that could describe any guy in Seattle, but that was what he’d been wearing on their date. “Tangie...can you send me a picture of the cover?”

  “Check your messages, I already did,” said Tangie.

  “Give me a second, then,” said Crystal.

  She opened up her messages app. There were a ton of messages from a bevy of people: her boss, her friends, and worst of all, her parents, who didn’t text if they could help it. She’d get to those later. There was a new message from Tangie. She clicked on it. Tons of stuff that had been said in the phone conversation were also covered in the text conversation...but in the middle, there was a large picture alert that needed permission to be downloaded. Crystal hit download, and it seemed like the download took forever, even though it only took a minute or so. Once the file was downloaded, she opened it.

  The picture was of the front cover of a tabloid called Scandal in Seattle. Crystal knew a few people that had interned there that were working in her office. The couple on the picture was definitely her and Damien, and the headline said, “Billionaire Damien Dixon Spotted With Mystery Woman: Who Is She?”.

  “Tangie, you still there?” asked Crystal.

  “Yeah,” said Tangie. “So is that you?”

  “It is...but I had no idea that Damien was a billionaire,” said Crystal, feeling her stomach fill with butterflies. “Why would he hide that?”

  “I have no clue,” said Tangie. “What’re you going to do?”

  “I can’t stay with someone who lied to me about something like this,” said Crystal. “He should have just told me who he is...the fact he hid it from me means he thinks I’m a gold digger, or at least, that’s what he used to think. I can’t be with someone who assumes that’s why I’m interested in them. That’s not okay.”

  Crystal stormed into the kitchen. “Sup babe?” he asked before looking up from the chopping board, where he was slicing strawberries. “Crystal...what’s wrong?”