by Bear Naked
“You don’t frighten me, Declan.” Now it was his turn to swallow the lump in his throat. “It might not be the traditional way someone earns a living, but you help people.” She was far more than he deserved. “It’s not conventional, but who am I to judge?” She shrugged. “If you say the people are bad—and I can sense you’re telling the truth—then I believe you.” He leaned back and smoothed his suddenly sweaty hands on his thighs.
“But that isn’t all.” She knitted her brows, but nodded. Well, this would either break or make what they were working toward. “The night I met you I went home and looked you up.” A moment passed where all she did was stare at him, but he sensed her rising annoyance over that.
“You looked me up?” She said the words slowly.
“Yeah.”
“What does that exactly mean?”
He thought about how to word this, because he didn’t want to sound like a fucking creep, but there was no getting past just coming out and saying it. “I meant no offense, but it’s just instinct I guess.” Melissa leaned back in her seat and crossed her arms under her breasts, clearly waiting for him to tell her the truth. He really wished she hadn’t done that since all that did was pop her chest out. He was trying to focus on other things, but now the image that slammed into his head was pressing her breasts together and sliding his dick between those huge mounds. His erection, which had started to lessen as they talked about his past, had come back with a vengeance. But Declan didn’t hide his need for her hard enough because her nipples hardened right in front of his fucking eyes, and she dropped her arms to her sides. Had he really been trying to mask the fact he wanted her? No. When he looked into her face it wasn’t to see irritation that he obviously couldn’t get his desires under control. Instead he saw a reflection of his own arousal. “I just wanted to know who my mate was, and our first interaction didn’t exactly go as I would have hoped. I dug into your past, found out everything about you. I learned who your friends and family were, where you went to school, what you do for a living. I found out everything, Melissa.”
“I really am not comfortable with someone looking me up. It’s a bit stalkerish, if you know what I mean?” Maybe he should have felt bad for what he did, and he supposed he did, kind of, but this was who he was. He had told her the truth about himself, and that was a lot more than he did for others. “If you want to know something about me just ask, okay?”
“Yeah,” he said and then ran his hand over his jaw. “I just didn’t want to start this off with lies.” She looked down and smoothed her hand over the linen napkin.
“Although I don’t really like the fact that you dug into my past,” she looked up at him, “and I don’t think I want to know how deeply you dug, thank you for at least being honest with me.” She reached for the bottle of wine and filled her glass up, gestured the bottle to him, and then filled his up as well when he nodded for more. “Just don’t do it again.” She smiled, but she was being completely honest. “You want to take this to the living room? It’s a lot more comfortable than these chairs.” She stood, and he followed. He grabbed the wine bottle and followed her out, and damn him for not being able to not stare at her ass. But shit, the way that thing swayed and jiggled under the jersey material of her dress did wicked things to him. She sat on the couch, but there was no way in hell Declan was going to put any distance between them. The heat between them was slowly climbing, and although he had no delusions that he would get to sample Melissa tonight, he did have hopes that they could move in that direction. To say it was hard not to touch her, to take what he wanted, and just claim his mate, was the understatement of the fucking century. She turned to face him, and he did the same. “We can watch TV, or talk more if you like.”
“Or you can move closer, let me touch you, smell you, and let things progress the way they are going to anyway.” Her eyes widened, and Declan realized what he had just thought hadn’t been private at all. He had just fucking said that shit out loud.
Chapter Eight
Melissa shouldn’t have been surprised that Declan had said those words, but she was. What was even more shocking was he hadn’t even meant to. The grizzly’s arousal was like nothing she had ever experienced before, and it was all for her. When she had planned on seducing him, taking this to the next level and seeing how it would go, all of that had been in theory. Melissa had never been one to grow nervous or apprehensive on taking something she wanted, and never when it concerned a male, but when she had opened her front door and seen Declan standing there, she had felt like this was her first time with a male all over again. They only sat a few inches from each other, and their knees almost brushed together. What she wanted was something that didn’t require that part of their bodies, but she didn’t move. The lights were dim in the living room, and it was a very intimate setting, especially when the only thing that could be heard was the sound of their combined breathing. With every second that passed her pulse quickened further, her pussy became damper, and her clit throbbed. Her panties were past the point of being soaked, and the slinky material of her dress—although casual—hugged her body like a second skin. She was a bigger girl, with curves and bumps that some females found disgusting, but Melissa loved that she wasn’t this twig of a frame, loved that when she had been with males they would hold onto her and give her all they could. That was what she wanted with Declan.
Setting the wine glass on the table and then smoothing her hands down her thighs, she told herself that her nerves were not warranted here. She wanted Declan. He wanted her, and all she needed to do was grab onto her confidence and take what she wanted. Looking back at him showed Declan still as stone, and his focus totally on her. Maybe she should have kicked his ass out of her house when he admitted to basically spying on her, but Melissa was a strong believer in redemption, and his coming clean, not wanting to have any lies or secrets between them, went a long way in her book. She also should have been scared shitless that she was in the company of someone who had been in the SIL. They were more of a select, elite group of males, similar to the ones the humans had with their Delta Force or SEAL teams. But everything was hush-hush with the SIL, and she was content in that. This male, her mate, was deadly, skilled, and trained to take people down when they didn’t even know he were standing right behind them. But Declan would never hurt her, was in fact very territorial of her, and what female didn’t like that?
“The way you’re looking at me is very dangerous, female.” His voice was low and rough, like sandpaper moving along her body.
“And what way is that?” She was playing with fire, tempting his beast that flickered right in front of her, but she loved every damn minute of it.
“Like the way I’m looking at you. The look that screams you need me as badly as I need you.” Her heart pounded so hard that she felt like it would burst right through her ribcage. He moved closer, so close that she smelled the sweet berry flavor of the wine on his breath. His eyes were lowered and trained on her lips, and she felt them part under the weight of his stare. He was so ruggedly handsome, so masculine and raw, that Melissa wasn’t going to deny herself the one thing she wanted the most: him. But before she could lean forward, kiss him, and run her hands over all that muscle that was barely hidden beneath his clothes, Declan was talking in that rough timbre of his again. “As much as I like the fact that you want to take control,” he lifted his gaze from her mouth and to her eyes, “I’m not a male that takes well to submitting to others.” He leaned forward, and all she could do was sit there, motionless, waiting for this potent male to have his way with her. And God, Declan was so going to have his way with her. She could see it in his eyes, and feel it in his words. “Just tell me how much you fucking want this, too, Melissa. I want to actually hear you say it.”
His breath brushed along her lips, and a small sound left her. Melissa liked submitting in the bedroom, but she had done so with her mind still controlling the situation. But here, now, she felt very helpless with this very dominant bear
. Her mind and body were already in submission. She wanted to feel him slide his cock deep inside of her. He would be huge between his thighs, that she had no doubts about, and Melissa ached to feel the stretch and burn of Declan claiming her.
“Tell me you want be to do filthy fucking things to you.” He slid his hand over her thigh, along her hip, and up her side to rest right by her breasts. “Tell me you want my hand prints on your body.” He slid his hand over her breast, very slowly, giving her time to stop him if she wanted. When he covered the mound a moan spilled from her. “And tell me you want the bite marks of your mate covering your lush flesh.”
“You know I want that, and so much more.”
He applied pressure to her breast, curled his hand around her sensitive flesh until a sting of pain filled her and mixed with the pleasure. She let her head fall back slightly, and instantly Declan had his mouth on her exposed throat. God, she was going to come before he even fucked her.
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Declan groaned deeply against Melissa’s neck. She even tasted sweet. He flattened his tongue and ran it up the length of her neck, over and over again until his bear was appeased. Her breasts were more than a handful, and her nipple was a rock hard bead in the center of his palm. His cock jerked against the zipper of his jeans, and he felt wetness coat the tip. He wanted her, and he was going to have her. She wanted this, told him as much, and he sensed her wolf relinquishing its power over to him. She may butt heads with him, but he knew in the bedroom she would submit to him fully. “You have no idea how hard I am right now, baby.” She moaned, and the vibrations that came from her neck went right to his mouth.
“You’re probably as hard as I am wet.” Her words had a low rumble leaving him. His bear pushed forward, coming to the surface, and kicking his human out of the way. Right now his grizzly wanted a taste of their mate.
“I want to see your ass in the air, want to spread your cheeks and look at the cunt that is mine now.” He pulled back enough to look in her face, but she was already watching him.
“Your bear…” Her desire was piqued, and he grinned like the wild animal he was. Yes, his bear was the one taking control, and it would be all the sweeter. He didn’t want to talk anymore. All he wanted was them naked and on a bed with him between her thighs. Declan took her mouth again, fucked her between her lips with his tongue, and groaned deeply.
“The things I’m going to do to you will have you screaming out my name and begging for more.” A gasp left her, and he swallowed it. Kissing her harder, he didn’t give her time to take any control. He was the male, the animal, and the one that would be doing the fucking. He slipped his hand to the collar of her dress, and without giving her a chance to realize what was happening he tore the material. The sound of fabric rending filled the room, but it didn’t mask the rising scent of her lust, or the sound of her breath hitching. Declan pulled back and looked at the work he had done. The front half of her dress hung open, but it was the sight of her bared breasts, free of the confining material of a bra, that had his mouth watering. Pushing her back on the couch, he tried to remember that this was their first time together, that he should go slow, but he couldn’t. It seemed like a lifetime he had wanted her.
He lowered his head and latched onto one of her nipples. Moving his tongue around her areola before sucking the taut peak in his mouth, Declan felt her tremble beneath him and took her flesh harder and more fiercely in his mouth. He alternated to the other breast, sucked, licked and nipped until both of her nipples were wet from his saliva, hard from his mouth, and red from the erotic abuse he had just given her. But her little pants and soft mewls for more wouldn’t stop him from escalating this. “As much as I’d love to take you right here, I want you spread out completely on a bed for me. I want to see every fucking part of your body that will be mine, not only tonight, but forever, Melissa.” He leaned forward, placed his mouth right on hers, but didn’t apply any pressure. “And when I slide my dick into your pussy, which I can smell is pretty damn juicy right about now, I want to see you stretched for me.” She leaned forward, and the minutest pressure was applied to his mouth with hers, but as much as Declan wanted to kiss her again, this was about him taking control. He pulled away, moved his hand so it was wrapped around her throat, and bared his teeth. “I’m in control.” He ran his tongue along her bottom lip, but kept his hold on her throat loose. This wasn’t about frightening her, but about dominating her. He was the alpha bear, and she was his mate. The scent of her pussy becoming wetter filled his nose, and he nearly let his eyes roll back in his head from the pleasure of it. “You already gave me that power, didn’t you, baby?” Burying his face in the crook of her neck he inhaled deeply. Yes, she was his, and they were just getting started.
“Yes. God, yes, I did.” He placed his hand right over her pussy, through the material of her dress, and pulled back to look into her face again. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth was slightly opened as she breathed in and out heavily. “This is mine, Melissa.” He added pressure between her thighs. “You are mine.” Slowly she opened her eyes, and her lust was so strong that her pupils were fully dilated. “I have no problem snapping necks, breaking bones, and beating the shit out of a motherfucker for even looking at you.” This conversation may not be the best thing to say right before claiming her, but then again it was the right fucking thing to say. “I want to be inside of you so badly right now. I want to slide my cock deep into your body, feel you clench around me, and have your wetness slide down the length of my dick. And when you think I can’t possibly go any deeper, I’ll push that last inch far inside of you until there isn’t any part of your pussy that I’m not touching.”
“Oh. God.” She licked her lips and lifted her hips, causing his hand to press further into her. He felt her wetness through her dress, and it was maddening. “I wish you’d stop talking and do this already.” Oh, he was going to, but the buildup was nearly as pleasurable as the actual act itself.
“I am going to fuck you so hard, mark you up so much, that there won’t be a doubt in anyone’s mind who you belong to.” This time he took her mouth brutally, their lips pressing so hard together circulation was cut off and their teeth clashed together. He rotated his hand so he could press his thumb to her clit. Declan rubbed the bud, which was obscenely swollen, back and forth. He grinned at the way she writhed under him, held onto his biceps with an unyielding force, and curled her nails into his flesh, and he needed to stop this foreplay torture and fuck her already. But he needed to taste her first. Pulling back so he could look down at her, all Declan could think was that she was all his. Taking hold of the material of her dress, which was already destroyed, he ripped it the rest of the way. Her breasts shook from the force of it, and if possible her nipples hardened even further.
“I liked that dress.” Her voice was breathy, but it held no heat.
“Baby, I’ll buy you a whole damn closet full of them.” He leaned down and ran his tongue along her lips. “And then I’ll tear every last one of them off your hot fucking body.” A moan left her, and before she could suck in another lungful of air he was moving down her body until his face was at the junction between her thighs. The white lace panties she wore were soaked clean through, and because of the nearly transparent material and her wetness, Declan could see the lips of her cunt, and the cleft between them clearly. He ran his tongue first along her left inner thigh, and then moved to her right.
“Declan, please.” Melissa had her hands in his hair, and tugged at the strands forcefully.
“Christ, baby, you have no idea what it does to me to hear your beg.” He latched his mouth right over her pussy, not caring that her panties were obstructing her bare flesh from him. He sucked on her through the fabric until the material grew pliant from his saliva. Her labia were puffy from her arousal and his suckling. Leaning back to look at her again, he reached between his legs and rubbed his cock through his jeans at the sight of her. Her panties were pasted to her engorged pussy lips. The swell of her
ass was generous and had his hands itching to grip the cheeks and squeeze the fuck out of them. He slipped a finger under the edge of her underwear and pulled it aside, exposing her to him. She had a trimmed thatch of black hair at the top of her mound, but aside from that everything else was bare. A guttural groan left him, and he attacked her pink flesh like a starving male. The musky, sweet smell and flavor of his mate exploded on his tongue, filled his nose, and he licked, sucked, and bit at her flesh harder. The sounds she made were making him insane, having his bear become more dominant, more aggressive. The image of marking every inch of her flesh, and having her nails dig into his back swamped him in euphoria. He fucked her pussy with his tongue, slid it in and out continuously until he sensed her climax approaching. Flattening his tongue once more and slowly dragging it up her slit, he sucked her clit in his mouth at the same time he thrust one, and then two of his fingers into her clenching body. Her pussy gripped those digits in rhythmic pulls, and he sucked on the hard bundle of nerves at the top of her mound with increasing force. It didn’t take long for her to explode in ecstasy. Tugging at her hair forcefully, Declan didn’t stop his ministrations. He was so fucking turned on that he started pressing his cock into the couch, thrusting against the cushion to try to ease his own raging desire. But it made it worse.
His bear roared out inside of him, and Declan tore himself away from her. But the scent of her climax filled the room, covered his mouth in a slick haze, and every part of him was on fire.
“Take me to the bedroom, Declan.” Her eyes were wide, and her cheeks were red from her orgasm. He had her in his arms as soon as the words left her mouth. Her face was in the crook of his neck, and the small, heated puffs of her breath moved along his flesh. She whispered where her room was, and once he was inside with the door closed behind them, he was striding to her bed and laying her down on the center of it. Declan tore the rest of her dress away until it sat in a heap of material on the ground.