by A. B Lee
“But I might be if we mate.” Chance growled to emphasise his point.
“When we mate, and that’s a risk I’m willing to take.” Rebecca pressed her body harder to his and that growl changed from a warning to hungry.
Chance searched her eyes. He was looking for one moment of uncertainty in her. One moment when she might give herself away and show fear. He found nothing.
“Damn…” Chance let her go only to reach down, palm her backside with both hands and hauled her up his body. She wrapped her legs around his hips and felt the rock hard length of his cock pressed against her sex. She almost moaned with the pleasure of it, but he spun on his heels and started off through the house, up the stairs, kicking open doors until he found the big bed that called to him.
“No barn?” She teased and he growled harder at the memory.
“No damn barn.” He assured her. Stalking into the bedroom and taking her down to the mattress beneath his body, pinning her down, and caging her in with his.
“I kind of liked the barn…” She could barely breathe. Anticipation was everything.
She wanted him inside of her… she didn’t know if it was the damn pull from their assured mating or just the fact that he made her so damn horny, whatever it was it was pretty damn potent.
“I want to see you and I want you to see me as I push deep inside of you…” He growled out. He was already pushing back, his hands tearing at her clothes, tearing at his own. He needed to feel her naked against him…
“Fuck, Chance… hurry up…” She didn’t know how much more teasing she could take. He might not have been meaning to do it, but ever since she’d had a taste of him in the barn it was all her body registered, wanted, needed…
He stripped her down and finished yanking his own clothes off. Her eyes took him in, every inch of his hard body was on display for her, and his thick length was the most tempting sight of all… She reached for it, licking her lips, and bringing a hard warning growl rumbling all around her…
“Don’t touch, not yet… I don’t want to lose control.” He warned and she withdrew her hand.
Chapter fourteen
“I need…” Rebecca pleaded.
“I know.” Chance growled. Claiming her lips again, more fevered now, desperate to have her. Every inch, over and over until he couldn’t see straight.
His cock was like steel, twitching with the need to push into her. That wasn’t going to happen yet. He needed to taste her… he broke from her lips and started down her body, tasting, licking, teasing, and nipping as he went.
He lavished attention on her breasts. Biting against her nipples, gently but firmly until her hips pushed up from the bed. He closed his lips and sucked hard; making her moan, making her wet hot for him, and his fingers traced the silk of her folds…
He tortured the other nipple, suckling so hard and fast that she was sure she was going to orgasm just from the constant jolts of pleasure to her clit and her womb…
His thick finger pressed into her channel and her head pressed down against the mattress. She cursed and fisted his hair, only for him to shake his head and release her grip as he started down her body, nipping and licking as he went.
He wasted no time in getting his shoulders between her inner thighs. His beast tried to press forward and he growled inwardly, warning the bear to stay put. He needed to taste her on his tongue and that wouldn’t be denied him.
He pulled his head back and looked up her body at her. Adding a second finger and opening her muscles up around them, before he pulled them out, dipped his head, and ran his tongue over her folds.
He growled as her essence rolled over his tongue and down his throat- he wanted more- needed… everything that she had to give.
Needs clawed within him and he devoured her like a starving man. The sound of her moans, mixed with gasps, and half cries that lodged within her throat sent him wilder against her.
He latched onto her clit and suckled hard, rubbing his blunt teeth back and forth over that nub of flesh as his tongue flicked over the sensitive nerves under the little hood.
He thrust his fingers back inside of her and her hips shot upwards as she ground down on the best moan yet. He added a third finger and curled them upwards looking for that inner spot that would seal her fate. Her curse told him that he’d found it, her inner muscles locked down harder around his fingers and he built up a fast friction within her that he duplicated against her clit…
Rebecca fisted the covers at her sides and tried to move her hips in time with his thrusts. He’d locked her body down to the bed with his other hand and she had no control over where he was taking her- and right now that was hard and fast towards her first orgasm.
Her body practically convulsed as she lost herself in the intense pleasure that tore through her in hard waves that reached out to every last inch of her body. She bit down on the cry that wanted to burst from her lips, and she knew that he wasn’t giving up against her, inside her, but she couldn’t do a damn thing to stop him, to find relief… her body took another hit of pleasure that made her mind want to shut down- she let go…
Chance crawled up her and over her body. Slowly, deliberately slowly, like a predator that had cornered its prey and was in no rush to devour it.
That was bullshit. He needed to be inside of her, he ached with that need. He’d been rubbing his damn cock against the bedding the whole time that he’d been making her come and it had been pure torture not to be inside of her as her muscles clamped down hard and fast, but now there would be no stopping him.
The way she looked at him, trusting, open, and so obviously satisfied with his loving so far put pressure on him to not lose control. He growled like a man on the edge. He wanted her so damn much that it hurt.
When she went to reach for him, he caught her wrists, pushing the backs on her hands down against the bed and locking them there. His hands slid upwards, he locked his fingers with hers as he nudged her legs wider to take the width of his hips between her inner thighs.
Rebecca’s legs came up, opening her sex to him, offering herself. He growled once more, this time with the heady pleasure of the crown of his cock finding the wet heat of her sex.
He knew he was going to lose himself within her body, but not his mind. He couldn’t let that happen. He couldn’t bite- not without her permission.
Chance lowered his hips, nestled them between her inner thighs and moved just enough to find the opening to her channel. He nudged it and saw her eyes flare- then they were hooded, and her breathing came in short bursts as he slowly pushed forward, taking her inch by inch down his length, opening those tight inner muscles to sheath his thick cock with her silken walls.
When she snagged her lower lip with her teeth his beast reared up, wanting to do the same.
“Don’t do that. Don’t bite…” he warned her, and she immediately set her lip free.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be. It’s just so damn tempting.” He growled.
Chance pushed deeper, heard the sweetest sound catch in her throat, and rolled his hips to tease her inner walls with the crown of his cock. Her head pushed back against the mattress, her eyes half closed. He couldn’t help it when he thrust to the hilt.
Her eyes slammed shut and she moaned at the same time as her inner muscles locked around him, holding him there. Her hips had pushed up against him, allowing him to take her just a little more. He could feel the pressure against the tip of his crown and he gloried in the tight squeeze of her inner body locked around his.
He grunted in pleasure. Dragging his length back out until he almost slipped out of her, before pushing back to the hilt once more.
She moved beneath him- her body urging his on, but he pressed his weight down on top of her, just enough to hold her in place, and resisted the desire within him to rut like a wild beast.
Chance held himself in check. He just moved his hips, back and forth, slowly, deliberately keeping the rest of his body against hers, every inch
that he could touching, it soothed him…
His cock was doing all the work, stretching her body around it, creating the kind of friction that made her moan out loud, gasp for breath…
Her hands twitched beneath his, her fingers curled, searching for skin to claw against… he wouldn’t allow that, couldn’t, he might lose his mind… he might lose control of his bear.
Rebecca cursed as her body responded to his. Her head pressed back against the mattress and she felt her inner muscles start to tighten as the friction of his cock against that nub of inner nerves that linked to her clit made her want to touch herself…
“Chance, I need my hand. I need to touch my clit…” she bit out as frustration rose within her.
Chance shifted his weight and adjusted the way that he took her. His shaft ran against that sensitive nub and she let out the sweetest damn sound that he’d ever heard in his life.
Then she cursed again, over and over as his hips moved faster, his cock dragging back and forth inside her body and out.
She was close. So damn close that her body was almost strangling his cock. Then she twisted her head to one side, exposing her neck and shoulder to his gaze; like an offering, and his beast pushed to be uncaged…
Chapter fifteen
Chance couldn’t hold back any longer. He released her hands and wrenched his hips backwards. His hands gripped her body and he lifted and turned her onto her hands and knees on the bed in front of him.
He used his knees to spread her legs wide. His eyes took in the glistening wet clench of her channel as it searched for his cock, and he gripped her curvy hips and slammed his length home…
Rebecca’s head went back on her neck as her back arched and her body opened to take every last inch of him inside. She bit down on the throaty growl of pleasure that shot through her, and then he was like a force of nature that couldn’t be stopped.
His hips slapped against her backside. His balls hit her clit. He thrust deep and wrenched back out, over and over, grunting and growling, rutting like a wildman as her body tensed and clamped down around his length, making him work harder…
Chance took in the sight of her. Her hands were fisting the covers and her knuckles were white. Her full breasts were bouncing in circles with every slap of his hips against her rounded backside, and the flesh of her ass rippled every damn time the crown of his cock hit home.
She was a glorious sight with her head stretched back on her neck, and her spine arched… fuck, he never wanted this to end. He reached out with one hand and fisted her hair within his hand, tugging her hair as he leaned his body in low over her back.
“You- are- mine…” he growled close to her ear and heard her gasp in a breath a moment before her body locked up, her inner muscles clamped down hard in expectation, and then she cried out as her world exploded into wave after wave of pure pleasure.
Her inner muscles clenched and released around his cock, sucking it hard, trying to get his seed. He ground down on the urge to let go, allow his body to give hers what it wanted.
He wasn’t done yet… his beast pushed forward, his fangs pressed down from his gums and he growled like a man possessed.
He wrapped his arm around her waist and dragged her body up with his own. Pushing back onto his knees, her back arched, and his cock pounded inside of her.
The friction was pleasure and torture all rolled into one. She was still in the clutches of one orgasm when he was demanding the next.
Chance was losing himself within her. His mind was drifting more towards the intoxicating pleasure that he found inside of her and less towards controlling his beast. He needed to taste her blood on his tongue- the fever to truly know every inch of her burned within his veins…
He tugged at her hair and her head moved to one side, exposing her neck and shoulder to his will, to his need, to the burning desire within him… then he dipped his head and took her scent, licking down her neck and across her shoulder… his fangs hovering just over her soft skin.
Chance pressed his fangs against her flesh and closed his jaws. The razor sharp tips of his fangs punctured the skin and somewhere in the mayhem of his mind, he heard her cry out as the pain met the pleasure of another orgasm that wracked her body as he tasted her blood upon his tongue.
His whole body stiffened as his muscles started to lock up. The feel of her inner muscles suckling his cock was too much pleasure. He released his fangs and took the pleasure from sealing the wounds, tasting her blood, and then he pushed her body down against the mattress and lost himself completely inside of her as he sought his own release.
Chance’s back arched as his head went back on his neck. Every muscle strained in his body as he held himself above her.
His hips beat an erratic rhythm against her backside, and he heard her cry out once more, felt her silken walls suckling his cock as his balls tightened and his seed was ripped from deep within him…
He roared as he buried his cock as deep within her body as he could get and his seed exploded again and again against her womb. Lost, adrift, thrusting over and over as he gave her everything that he had, until he was done, until there was nothing more to give.
Chance dropped down onto his elbows on the bed. His body caging hers beneath him. He reached around her waist and pulled her with him as he rolled onto his side. Curling his body around hers protectively, possessively.
“Mine…”
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“If you don’t do it I will…” Alex had had more than enough. It was time, it was overtime, and she wasn’t getting paid for it.
The clan was happy, everyone was healthy. Chance and Rebecca were totally loved up, and Darby was demanding a baby sister.
“Alex, the cub will come out when it’s ready…” Jackson chuckled but he knew his mate couldn’t see a funny side to it.
“I’m ready.” Alex growled with the kind of scowl that should have had him running for the hillside.
“Too bad.” He chuckled.
“Janice said your sperm, my orgasm, could bring on labour.” Alex rolled towards him on the bed and her hand cupped his cock.
Always hard for her, especially lately when he hadn’t been getting his fill of her body on a daily basis. She grinned at him like the cat that got the kipper.
“No.” Jackson brushed her hand away. “I’m not going to poke his damned eye out…” He growled and she had to laugh.
“I already told you, you’re not that big.” Alex chuckled harder. He growled and grumbled.
“Just wait for it to happen naturally…” Jackson scowled at her.
“What’s more natural than his parents having sex?” She grumbled.
“Alex…” Jackson groaned.
It took a little effort but Alex dragged her body up the bed a little. Getting closer to him on route.
“Fine.” She lied. Resting her head on his shoulder and making sure her hot breath fanned out against his neck. He liked that.
“Behave yourself…” Jackson knew her too well.
Alex pouted as she palmed his naked chest with her hand and sighed.
“But I don’t want to sleep…” She whined.
“Then don’t sleep… tell me about…”
“But I don’t want to talk…” She sounded a little more breathless. He could only image what she was thinking. He growled as the scent of her arousal reached his nostrils.
“Damn it, Alex. That’s not…” He went to push up from the bed, but her hand circled his hard length and she stroked downwards bringing the kind of hungry groan to his lips that she loved to hear…
He rolled to his right and ended up on his hands and knees on the floor, growling in annoyance at her, and eyeing her from just over the mattress. She chuckled as she tossed back the covers…
“Fine. Then I’ll do it myself…” She teased him, but when her fingers went down over the swell of her naked belly and she connected with her clit for the first time- his mouth fell open and his tongue practically fell out as his eyes took her
in…
“That’s not…”
“You, but it’ll do…” She sighed as she moved against her flesh. The sound of his growl as she watched him frown harder and deeper was too cute.
“I could…” He licked his lips.
“You should, because one way or the other…” She teased him, lifting her hips as best she could and working her flesh.
“Damn…” He pushed up to his knees and reached for her, turning her on the bed and gently easing her glistening sex towards him until she was perched with her backside on the edge of the mattress.
He knocked her hand out of the way and used his tongue to gently tease her…
He’d never heard such a needy moan in his life before, and he’d teased her good on occasion…
“Jackson…” She bit out, fisting his hair and rolling her hips. “Please…” she needed him. He growled again, torn, needing her right back.
He cursed as he pushed to his feet. His cock was like steel, desperately twitching for a home. He fisted it at the base and made a mental note not to let go. He’d take her, give her what she needed, but not all of him…
Jackson pushed into her, slowly, gently, every inch was a blessing, every inch was heaven and hell when all he wanted to do was sink the whole way inside… Thrust hard, take her the way that she liked it… Not long to go and then he could again…
“Jackson…” She moaned as he used the bulbous crown to create the kind of friction that she needed against those inner nerves. His thumb rubbed her clit, and his balls were already pulling up at the sound and sight of her writhing beneath him, let alone the way her channel was clutching at him…
He cursed. He’d never thought he’d get so much damn pleasure from just taking her like this… She was as horny as hell, almost ready to orgasm around his length… he moved his hips faster, knowing he could let himself go, not have to worry about her pleasure, because she was so damn ripe.
He could catch her up. She cried out as he took her over the edge and he debated withdrawing, but she’d wanted his seed. He couldn’t deny her that… He rocked his hips and kept going, close, closer, he bit down on the need to thrust deep inside of her, his fist still locked in place…