Brenin

by Skye Jones

  She wanted him, wanted to be here, but she didn’t seem ready to totally give in to it all yet.

  Her face went an even deeper shade of pink, and she bit her lip.

  “What’s wrong, Charlie?”

  She opened her mouth then closed it again.

  “You can tell me anything.”

  “I want to do the thing. You know the thing you did the other day, but in person.”

  He frowned a moment and then remembered. “You want me to jerk off in front of you?”

  She nodded. “But…erm…on me. Over me. If you want to?”

  If he wanted to? The blood roared in his body at the idea of marking her in such a way. Covering her with his scent. Making her his.

  He reached behind his head and tugged his T-shirt off. And then he popped the button on his cargo pants and pulled them down. His cock poked out of the top of his boxer briefs, he was so hard for her. And he already had fluid gathering at the tip.

  “You like my cock that much?”

  She nodded, her eyes hungry. “I love it.”

  She went and lay on the bed, her hair fanned over the pillows, and he followed her.

  “You want me like this?” He straddled her chest, knees on either side of her.

  She nodded and flushed again, and he could sense this was hard for her to articulate, but she spoke. “I want you to come on me, all over my chest and…stuff.”

  He bit back his smile at her shyness. Oh, he’d come all over her stuff, if she wanted.

  She went to take her glasses off, but he stayed her hand. “Leave them on. They’ll look hot covered in my come, and I don’t want you blinded.”

  She giggled then. “I bet you think I’m weird or dirty or something.”

  “No. I think you’re fucking hot, and I love that you’re hot for me too.”

  He pushed the waistband of his underwear down and took himself out, and her eyes widened.

  Chapter 11

  Charlie’s mouth watered at the sight of Bren straddling her. His big hands on his cock, thighs straining to hold him up as he looked down at her.

  She’d never realized this was a kink of hers, and maybe it was only related to Bren. A Bren-specific little kink she’d developed. But his cock was big and thick, and when he’d jerked himself off in front of her during one of their video sessions, she’d nearly come just from watching him.

  And he didn’t lie when he said bears came a lot. So much stuff! And she wanted him to cover her in it. Why? She had no clue, but it had become a little bit of an obsession.

  “Stroke yourself for me, Bren.” She found saying the words so hard. Felt like some stupidly bad actress in a porn film, trying to be sexy and failing, but he didn’t seem to think so as he gave a grunt and moved his hand up and down his length.

  His big fist went slow at first, going up and down the whole length, but then he began to pick up speed.

  “Touch yourself,” he ordered her. So she did. She reached down between her legs and slipped her fingers inside her lace panties. Her first touch between her lips made her cry out. And she was soaked.

  Their breaths came in pants, and their eyes were locked on one another, but every now and again, she moved her gaze down to watch his cock slipping in and out of his fist.

  “Won’t be able to last long, darling. I’ve been so juiced up waiting for you to arrive.”

  She didn’t care. She wanted to see.

  “Fuck. I’m going to come.” He gritted his teeth as his jaw clenched, and his neck muscles stood out as he groaned.

  The head of his cock seemed to swell in his hands, and the slit there fluttered for a second before a long arc of seed shot out of him, hitting her on the cheek and down the side of her throat.

  He grunted and humped his cock into his fist as another volley shot forth. The third one, he aimed at her cleavage, watching with hooded eyes as his essence painted her skin and the lace of her bra.

  He came again and again. She thought he’d finished when he gave one last groan, and a long stream of ejaculate flowed from the tip of his cock, down over his fingers and wrist.

  Holy hell. She was panting. Fucking panting for him. And he was still hard. How was that even possible?

  “I need to be in you, Charlie. I know you want to wait to bond. I’d do it right now, but I respect your need to wait, so I’ll use a condom and we’ll be careful. I won’t bite you to change you, I swear. But, darling, I need to fuck you.”

  She needed him to as well, and finding it hard to speak, she simply nodded.

  He reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out a condom, along with some tissues, and he began to wipe her face and throat gently. When he reached her breasts, she stilled him. “Leave it there.”

  He gave a growl, an honest to goodness growl, and buried his face in her neck. “Fuck, the things I want to do to you…with you.”

  Yeah, she knew the feeling. And God knew how long she’d be able to hold off letting him mate her because right now, her body wanted him in her, bare. Filling her up. But she needed some time. Even if only a few months to make sure they could live together without killing one another and to ensure that they still both felt the same.

  He rolled the condom down his length and leaned down to kiss her.

  And then he was where she needed him the most, pushing into her, and it felt like home. As if some essential and missing part of her had returned.

  He bottomed out on one smooth glide, his balls slapping against her, and he sighed into her neck, kissing her there and giving a small nip.

  The nip turned her blood molten, and she moaned at the sensation. “Do that again. Why does that feel so good?”

  “Because it mimics—on a very small scale—what I’ll do when I turn you.” He bit down on her shoulder, not hard, but enough to make her cry out as her pussy clenched around him in response.

  “You feel so good,” he told her.

  So did he, and she pulled him farther into her, her arms going around his huge, broad back, where they didn’t meet in the middle. She held on tightly as he really began to fuck her.

  The bed banged against the wall, and the springs groaned. She giggled. “We’re giving the others a bit of an audio show.”

  “Don’t give a fuck.”

  Neither did she, truth be told, which shocked her because the Charlie of a few months ago would have been horrified. Instead, she wanted him to go harder, faster, and she wrapped her legs around him and met him thrust for thrust.

  He held himself up on one arm and squeezed his other hand in between them to reach for her clit. Gentle and careful, he caressed her there, the dual sensations of the rough fucking and his tender touch driving her crazy.

  Her orgasm built until she hit the point of no return, and with shaking legs, she pressed up against him as she came with a loud cry.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Bren swore under his breath repeatedly as he came too. Convulsing in her, his cock kicking violently.

  When it ended, they fell beside one another on the bed, and he wrapped her in his arms, pulling her into his warm chest.

  She lay there, sated and content.

  “That’s quite the welcome home.”

  He looked at her, and his warm eyes were serious. “I know why you want your own room, but I hate the idea of you sleeping separately.”

  “I know, but it’s only for a short while, to give us time to get to know one another and figure out how to do this.”

  “I’ve already figured it out,” he groused, but there was no rancor in his tone, and his eyes crinkled at the corners. “But I get it, you’re human. You have your own ways.”

  She laughed and pulled him in closer. “Yes, I do.”

  The next few weeks trying to ensure she kept some sort of space between them while she got to know her bear man better were going to be torture.

  Epilogue

  Charlie watched in delight as the tiny, pale brown Shetland ran around the yard, the two dogs chasing it, yapping. The little hor
se, Ciro, kicked up his legs and cantered by. He loved to play with the dogs, and she loved him. So much.

  She recalled the day she’d arrived back here, two and a bit months ago, and Bren had taken her outside after they’d made love to show her the gift he’d gotten her.

  She’d cried with happiness. And today, tears welled up in her eyes as she thought of the gift she was about to give her male.

  The off-roader pulled up, and Bren and Justin clambered out. Both wearing T-shirts that showed off their massive arms. She was glad her male didn’t do the showing the tourists around thing, because she’d be jealous of the women getting a good look at all that. Maybe she already had a bit of bear in her with the way she got all protective and possessive over Bren?

  “Hey, gorgeous.” Justin brushed a kiss to the top of her head as he went past, ignoring Brenin’s growl.

  She marveled at how well she got on with the whole clan these days.

  Her work helped them to no end though, which earned their respect. Although not a formally qualified accountant, her background in financial services and her logical mind meant she’d sorted their finances and saved them a ton of money already.

  “How are things looking?” she asked Bren.

  They’d been to look at some tracks through the woods. She’d had the idea of maybe acquiring a handful of horses and offering treks to tourists. Aiyana and Eric both rode well, as did she. It would be something other than the accounting she’d love to be involved in.

  Brenin came right up to her and claimed her mouth in a hard kiss before he answered. “Looks good, actually. There are a few paths that need some clearing, but it’s the work of a few weeks. Maybe next week, you, Aiyana, and Eric can go look at some horses at the market?”

  She clapped her hands together. “Oh, that would be awesome. Thank you!”

  “For what?” He kissed her again then ran his nose up her throat and neck, inhaling her scent.

  “For making me happy.”

  “Always, Charlie. Always.”

  It had turned out they were so alike in many ways. They liked a lot of the same stuff. Photography. Horror films. Thrillers. Both liked to go jogging in the woods along the trails. About the only thing they really clashed on was music. She hated the depressing, joyless noise he called music, and he couldn’t stand her taste in cheesy tunes. But, hey, if that’s all they had to worry about, she’d say they were golden.

  Last week, her mother had been to visit. She had no idea of what the clan were, of course, and thought Charlie was working there and had started to date Brenin once she’d been there a couple of weeks. She’d taken her daughter to one side before she left and told her she’d done well for herself, then lectured her not to “screw it up.”

  Whereas, once upon a time, her mother’s words would have hurt, now they didn’t. She had Bren’s unconditional love to soothe her heart, and she honestly thought her mum meant well.

  “I want to make you happy in return.” Her heart pounded hard as she began to speak.

  He pulled back and looked at her. “You do.”

  “I want to give you something.”

  “What’s that?”

  “I want to become your mate.”

  His sharp inhale of breath made her smile.

  “Really?”

  She nodded. “Yep, really. I love you. I want to be with you, in the way your people are when they commit.”

  “You understand it means I will have to bite you to turn you?”

  She nodded and swallowed down her fear. “It’s safe, right?”

  He nodded. “Absolutely. You’re being turned by your mate-to-be, it’s totally safe. It hurts a bit at first, and the bite might sting awhile, but you’ll be fine. And once you’re turned, you’ll be stronger, and you’ll live for a long, long time. You’ll age slower though, too, so it might be an issue with the people you love.”

  Other than her mother, she didn’t much care. Her brother was awful to her most of the time, and her dad had left ages ago. She had no close friends and no one she’d miss desperately.

  “I’d want to be able to keep seeing my mum.”

  He nodded. “There may be some magic that can help with that. Make you appear aged to her. We could ask the fae?”

  She shivered as she always did when they were mentioned. Sometimes, very rarely, the good fae still spoke to her, and she liked to hear them, but she feared the dark fae might return for her one day.

  “Whatever you ask, we shall do it.”

  A singsong voice spoke to the right of them, making her jump. She turned to see a stunning young woman sitting on the fence, swinging her legs. She wore a long white dress, which showed the outline of her stunning figure, and her white-blond hair shone in the sun.

  Jealousy sprang up hot and acrid in her belly. This woman was gorgeous.

  “Yes, anything.” Another slender woman walked out from behind the barn and came to stand by her friend.

  They both looked like supermodels. Seriously. Charlie hated them. She turned to Brenin, expecting to see him gazing at them with lust. But instead, he looked puzzled.

  “You don’t normally show yourselves.”

  Wait? He knew these women? She did not like that at all!

  “No, we do not. But we wish to help. We got you together, so of course, we want you to stay together.”

  “On that note, not that I’m not grateful, because I am, but why did you get us together?” Bren watched the blonde, his expression guarded.

  “We sense things happening. Events building. The shifters, all of them, they are too isolated. Too many males. Not enough young. We’re playing our small part. Using some of our…skills, to find mates for you. All of you.”

  “All of us!” Brenin’s face was a picture. Eyes wide, eyebrows raised. “You mean to tell me you’re going to be finding mates for Justin and Kyle?”

  “We intend to, bear. If we can find the females, of course. The finding is the hard bit, but once we have them on our radar, then it is nothing to bring them here. All we had to do in Charlie’s case was whisper in her boss’s ear about team building and then get the outward bound team to do a decidedly out of season booking, and Rob’s your uncle, you have a mate.”

  Charlie began to giggle. “It’s Bob’s your uncle.”

  The visions shrugged delicate shoulders, and Charlie frowned. “Why don’t you mate with the bears? You’re so beautiful. I’m sure Bren would rather have had one of you.”

  Stupid tears threatened at the thought, and a low, rumbling growl emanated from her side. “Don’t ever say anything so stupid again. I don’t want anyone but you. You’re the most beautiful woman in the world.”

  She laughed through her tears at that, but Bren only growled some more.

  “Seriously, Charlie. I thought we were over this shit. You seemed happy in your skin.”

  “I am…generally. Honestly, I am. But, Bren, look at them!”

  “We don’t really look like this.” The blond one laughed and flicked back her hair. “Do you wish to see my real form?”

  Charlie nodded, a bit scared, but too curious not to.

  The blond vision jumped down from the fence and stood about six feet away from them. A soft golden glow enveloped her and then faded to reveal a tiny woman. Not tiny like the fairies in children’s books. But she must only have been about four feet tall. She had wavy golden hair and huge eyes that dominated a delicate face. She seemed oddly ageless, and Charlie could have easily placed her as anywhere from eighteen to forty.

  “You’re still beautiful,” she breathed. The woman had a strange aura around her, as if tiny lights danced around her head.

  “Thank you, my lovely. And so are you. Anyway, to your point about shifters and us. We are fae, dear, and we don’t mix with shifters. They’re so big and clumsy. Look at the size of him, he’d squish me like a bug.”

  Charlie giggled at the way the fairy wrinkled her nose at Brenin.

  “Besides, we need to find the females, not s
pend our time getting all worked up about giant, galumphing men like him and his ilk.”

  “I don’t galumph, and I still don’t get what it is to the fae if shifters die out completely or not?” Brenin said.

  “We want as many of the light ones as we can find to be happy and mated and strong for what we fear is coming. The dark creatures, the evil ones of our kind, are stirring.”

  “Stirring,” the other fairy repeated. She still looked like some sort of nineties era supermodel and sashayed toward them on long legs, her hips swaying.

  “We are so glad you’re staying.” She hugged Charlie.

  “We need to go now. Find more of you.” The petite one smiled at them.

  “Find more. We must find more,” the supermodel repeated, and their way of speaking struck Charlie as very odd.

  As they walked off, the tall one turned to her friend and giggled. “Can you imagine it? Us with one of those giants. They wouldn’t fit into our home. Take one of those big lugs in, and there’d be no room to swing a rabbit.”

  She burst out laughing before they turned, waving at Charlie and Bren as they walked off.

  “Should we tell the guys?” She looked to Brenin.

  He gave an evil laugh. “Oh, no. No way. Let it be a surprise to them. This is going to be fun.”

  They headed toward the house, and Brenin stopped her before she reached the door. “Do you want to do it now? The turning, I mean. No fuss, just us two?”

  He knew her so well. She’d been nervous as hell of the others watching in case she made a fool of herself somehow.

  She nodded, nerves swirling in her belly, but she wanted to do this. Wanted to be by Bren’s side fully.

  “Come with me.” He led her to the back of the house and toward one of the run-down outbuildings they hadn’t gotten around to doing up yet. They went around to the back of it where they were hidden from view.