by Bear Naked
“Take the panties off and then lie back with your legs spread as wide as you can get them, baby.” Her chest rose and fell quickly, but she did what he said without any hesitation. A deep noise left him in pleasure that his mate obeyed so nicely. When her panties were off she placed her feet flat on the bed and spread her legs wide. Declan ran a hand over his mouth as he watched her pussy lips part, exposing her inner labia and the pink shading of them. Her clit was hard and protruded, and the crack of her ass and roundness of her cheeks called out to him. For a moment all he did was stare at her, at the pussy that was his and no one else’s. “Melissa, you are mine, your body is mine, and no one will ever touch you again but me.” Slowly he slid his eyes from her pussy to her face, and held her gaze with his own. Maybe the whole alpha cave-man shit wasn’t what some females liked, and maybe it would piss off his mate, but there was no going around it. Declan was a bear shifter, an alpha on all accounts, and this was his mate. There would be no other for him, and the same went for her.
“I know.” She was a true submissive in every way, but he also knew that the submission she so freely gave him right now wasn’t how it would be all the time. Out of the bedroom she was headstrong, stubborn, and pissed him off like no other. But he liked that, like that his little wolf shifting mate gave him attitude. It made things interesting, but where he didn’t care about the tug and pull in their relationship, when they were in the bedroom he was the one that had control, and it was very clear she understood that.
Chapter Nine
Melissa had never been this turned on before in her entire life. She was on her bed butt naked, her legs spread, with Declan staring at her like he was barely hanging on to his control, and all she could think about was pushing him further. He gripped the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up and over his head. The lights weren’t on, but shifters could see well in the dark, and every hard ridge, dip, and bulge of his muscles was shown in startling clarity. He was just so very big. Tall and hard in all the right places, he was the epitome of masculinity, and he was hers. Submitting to him was easy and pleasurable in every possible way, and she found that her wolf didn’t want to fight. She wanted to have this male tie her up and do all the wicked things he promised her. She stared at the tattoo that started along his upper bicep, moved over his shoulder, and covered one of his pecs completely. This wasn’t some kind of tribal tattoo that she saw a lot of the younger people sporting. This was intricately placed lines, sharp and almost angry in appearance, and she had a feeling they had to do with the fact he was in the SIL. For some reason she felt as though they were a brand of his own, a badge of honor that he had earned working in the field.
“Turn around and get on your hands and knees.” He went for his belt, and when that was removed he undid his button and pulled down the zipper of his jeans. Melissa was transfixed by the sight of even more hard flesh being revealed. He grabbed his jeans off the floor, took a condom out of his wallet, and slid it down his length. Melissa never thought watching a male sheath himself would be a turn on, but God, it really was. She was so wet, almost embarrassingly so, and the feel of her arousal sliding down the crack of her ass had her shifting. But a low growl form Declan had her stilling.
He stood before her just as naked as she was, only wearing that thin piece of latex, and Melissa took in every gloriously male inch of him. His chest was hairless, which only seemed to accent his muscles even further, but he had had a dark line of hair that started right below his belly button and continued its downward path to his cock. And God, his shaft was the biggest one she had ever seen. The thought passed through her mind that he was thicker than she thought would fit comfortably, and long enough that she didn’t even know if would fit all the way inside of her. Melissa was definitely no virgin, but damn, his cock would make any female feel apprehensive. No doubt it would fit, but hell, he would have to really work it in.
“Get on your damn hands and knees, Melissa.” He said the last word on a growl, and she did as he asked. Looking over her shoulder she held her breath as he stalked forward, and really there was no other way to explain what he was doing. When he was on the bed and positioned behind her, the heat that came from his body could have scorched her skin clean off. It was a heady and intoxicating sensation, but not as much as when he brought his open palm down on her ass with enough force that the sting had a yelp leaving her. But soon blood rushed to the surface of the erotically abused area. He continued to spank her over and over again, heating her flesh from the inside out, causing her ass to jiggle with each slap, and grunting out the most deliciously filthy words she had ever heard.
“One of these days I’m going to shove my dick so far up your ass you won’t be able to see straight.” He rubbed the spot he had been spanking, soothing the pain and mixing it with pleasure. When he pressed his hips forward so she felt the hard length of him settle between her legs she forced herself to keep her eyes open. His cock felt so hot, and she wanted to feel that heat deep inside of her body. “But not tonight. Right now I’m going to fuck my mate until there is no doubt in her pretty little head that she belongs to me.” He brushed the strands of hair that had fallen from her bun off her neck. Her heart beat hard and fast because she knew why he was doing that, knew that he was going to mark her. “Once my cock is in you, my scent covers your skin, and my mark is on that gorgeous neck of yours, everyone will know that Melissa Damien is Declan Faylon’s.” He moved his hand between their bodies, and his knuckles brushed along her sensitive, soaked flesh. He positioned the thick, bulbous head of his erection at the entrance of her body, but didn’t thrust in right away. Instead he held very still, and the only sound Melissa could hear was her pulse in her ears and the way he breathed harshly. “Ask me for it, beg your mate to finally claim you.” Melissa looked over her shoulder again, saw his dark eyes watching her, and heard the rumble of his bear as he spoke.
“Just fuck me already. Take me and stop with the threats.” She pushed too hard. She knew that as soon as the darkness covered his face and heard the low, frightening rumble left his chest. With his cockhead nudging at the entrance of her pussy, his hands on her hips, and his claws digging into the flesh of her hips until the sting of pain followed, she knew that this wasn’t going to be the kind of sex she was used to. The males she had been with had been dominant, but not like this. This was the real deal, a mate taking what was his, and this coupling would be really fucking intense. Good.
In one move he pushed his length into her. It wasn’t slow, wasn’t meant to ease his way into her, but one of ownership. Melissa had never been into the whole “mine” thing, but she had to admit that being with Declan and hearing his declarations that no one else was to think, look, or touch her, had the feminine part of her warm and fuzzy, and so very pliant. He might have pushed right into her, but he did it with a consistent, even push. The pain of being stretched by his size had her eyes watering, but that discomfort morphed into pleasure with each passing second. The clench of her inner muscles around his dick had a gasp leaving her each and every time. Declan didn’t move inside of her just yet, but instead held very still. His balls were pressed right up against her slick flesh. The sounds that left him were carnal and feral. They speared into her body, created this delicious vibration to every one of her erogenous zones, and had her nearly begging him to start moving.
“Christ, baby.” He slid his hand up the center of her back, gripped the nape of her neck, and tightened his hold ever so slightly “I’m going to fuck you so damn hard, Melissa.” And with that he started pulling out of her, and then pushed back in. He did this continuously at an agonizingly slow pace, one that had her curling her hands into the sheets and biting her lip until the taste of her blood filled her mouth. Declan started pushing into her harder and pulling out of her faster. Soon beads of sweat covered her flesh, and her throat was dry as bone from the amount of oxygen she was sucking in. “That’s it. Fuck, that is so it.” She didn’t respond because she knew he was talking to himself, but Me
lissa wouldn’t have been able to speak even if he had asked her something directly. The faster and harder he pumped into her, the higher her orgasm climbed. And when Declan moved the hand that wasn’t holding her neck to rub her clit back and forth, Melissa couldn’t hold off the inevitable. She came explosively, bit her lip even harder, and felt a trail of blood slide down her chin. But Melissa didn’t care because stars flashed in front of her eyes, and her head grew hazy.
Before her ecstasy even waned Declan pulled out of her, causing a startled whine at being empty suddenly, to spill from her mouth. He had her flipped around a second later, then had both of her wrists in one of his huge hands, had them above her head, and said in a very deep voice, “Keep them there.” He grabbed the sheet beside her, and in one powerful move torn it until he had a strip long enough that he could use it to restrain her hands to the headboard. Once she was bound with her breasts thrust out, and the pull of her muscles promising wicked pleasure, Declan positioned his cock back at her entrance, but this time he didn’t shove right into her, but instead slowly penetrated her inch by thick inch. When the root of his cock bumped her clit sparks of electricity slammed into her. He didn’t give her body time to become accustomed to his size again, just started fucking her in the way he had promised. The expression on his face was fierce and filled with pleasure. Beads of sweat lined his forehead, trailed down his temple, and landed on her chest. It was like water on a hot skillet as it hit her skin.
“I’m going to come, Declan. God, I’m going to come.” He grunted as she clenched her pussy around his erection. He slowed his thrusting, as if torturing her was his ultimate goal. Placing his hands on her inner thighs, close to her ass, he pushed her legs up and pressed them to her chest. Muscles that she didn’t even know she had protested from the act, but it had him going even deeper inside of her. Curling her nails into her palm until she felt pain spear up her arms, Melissa had never needed to come more than she did right now. Even after she had already gotten off it felt like she hadn’t come in years, and only this bear could give it to her.
“You’ll come when I say you can, mate.” He slammed his cock inside of her so hard she had to wrap her hands around the slats of the headboard so she could stay stationed. Over and over he did this, hitting something deep inside so that it felt like fireworks were going off in her. And then he was bent over her, running his elongated incisors over her neck, down her collar bones, and stopped at her breasts. He bit at her flesh, caused a cry of pleasure/pain to leave her, and then licked the hurt away. He did this multiple times, but then started sucking at the bite marks, drawing the blood up and then dragging his tongue over the brand he had created. Melissa wanted to come, was almost there, but his languished thrusting had her on the precipice of exploding once more. Moving his teeth and tongue back up the same path he had descended, he took root at the base of her throat, right where her shoulder and neck met. And then he really started fucking her. “Now, baby, now you can come all over my cock.”
That was all it took for Melissa to get off. She arched her head back, closed her eyes, and let out the noise she had been holding inside. It didn’t matter that she was loud, because Declan grunted out for more, and she was all too pleased to deliver. As her pleasure grew to that toe and finger numbing peak she felt the flash of burning pain when Declan finally marked her. The feel of his incisors sliding into the tender spot at her shoulder, the way he slammed into her and then rotated his hips against her clit, was a plethora of sensation. This male had ruined her for all others, but then again she had no intentions of being with anyone else. When he pulled his mouth away from her, looked down at her, and she saw the smear of her blood on his bottom lip, Melissa leaned forward for a kiss. Declan had the same thing in mind because met her halfway and captured his mouth with hers. Their combined flavors mixed together as they pressed their tongues against each other, and then Declan was thrusting into her three more times in quick, hard strokes. On the fourth thrust he buried himself all the way inside of her. The fact she felt him swell even further, felt the way his monstrously hard body shook atop hers, and heard the deep rhythmic sound of pleasure he made, was almost enough to send Melissa into another orgasm. But seconds later he started breathing easier, and his body grew less taut above her. When his weight almost became too much for her, he rolled off. He quickly untied her hands, and even rubbed her wrists to get the blood flow to return. His hands moving across her skin were gentle and soft, and all she could do was stare at him in wonder. After several seconds he leaned down and kissed her head, and then climbed off the bed. The bathroom in her room was right across from the bed, and he made his way inside. Melissa stared at the ceiling, feeling deliciously sore in all the right places, but exhausted all the same.
Closing her eyes and still trying to catch her breath , had Melissa almost feeling like she was almost in a trance. She didn’t even sense or hear Declan come back into the room until the bed dipped beside her and he was pulling her over toward the hardness of his body. For several seconds they did nothing but lie there side-by-side, their breathing eventually picking up a relaxed rhythm. With the stillness and silence surrounding them, and the glow from one of the streetlights coming through the blinds being the only illumination, a lot of things were passing through Melissa’s mind. She tilted her head back and looked up at him. His eyes were closed, but her wolf sensed he was fully alert to everything around him. It never went past her that this male was a trained killer, had probably taken out more lives than she cared to know, but that in just a short amount of time she had given herself to him completely. Of course it was far too early to be in love with him, but being in lust with this male was going hard and strong, and she could easily see herself losing herself in him.
“Do you ever regret the things you’ve done in life?”
She was still staring at him when he opened his eyes and looked over at her. He took her hand and placed it on his chest. His heart beat a steady and powerful rhythm. Resting her head on his shoulder and staring at the wall across from her, she thought about his question.
“There are always things people regret doing in their lives. But for me, I’ve learned to learn from my mistakes, and hopefully never repeat them.” He continued to stroke her hand and arm. “What about you?” Tilting her head back to look at him again, she waited for him to answer. It took him a minute to speak, but she could see on his face that he was thinking hard.
“There are a lot of things I regret, a lot of things I wish I would have done differently,” he looked down at her and lifted his hand to run the pad of this thumb over her cheek. “And then there are things that I want to experience over and over again.” He didn’t have to tell her he was talking about her, because she could feel it in his words, and sense it from his bear, too. “I’ve done a lot of heinous shit, Melissa, but I’d like to think that the things I’ve done have always held something positive about them.” He continued to brush his thumb along her cheek in a mesmerizing motion. “But the fact a bastard like me found a female like you.” He stared deep into her eyes, and his irises flickered from dark to light blue. “Makes me want to try really fucking hard to be a good guy.” He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead. “And I will be, baby. I’ll protect you, watch over you, and make sure you are always smiling.” He leaned back but kept his hand on her cheek. “I won’t say that I won’t piss you off, because I will, plenty of times. We butt heads, and you give as good as you take. We’re a good match for each other, and I couldn’t have asked for a better mate.”
Emotion clogged her throat. No male had ever spoken to her in such a deep, meaningful manner.
“I wouldn’t call me anything special, Declan.” He smiled, and she knew he was going to argue that fact so she continued speaking. “No one is perfect, least of all me. But I want to try this with you. I’ve wanted a mate, wanted a family, and the things I feel for you are real. I know, and so does my wolf, that over time what I feel will only grow.” This time she was the one to le
an in and kiss him. “But I’m pretty sure I’ll piss you off just as much as you piss me off.” She murmured against his mouth, and his deep chuckle had her smiling, too. But before they could go for round two there was a pounding on her door. Melissa leaned back, felt her eyebrows knit as confusion settled in, and went to get out of bed. Declan was already standing and getting dressed. She grabbed a pair of sweats and put them on, and before she could take another step there was another round of pounding.
“Are you expecting anyone?” She shook her head, and she could feel how alert Declan had become. Not bothering with a shirt and just grabbing her robe, she tied it around her waist once it was on and headed out of her room. The front door was right down the hall, but Declan was already in front of her, striding toward it. Her wolf was right there, feeling uneasy as she paced inside of Melissa. Declan also seemed a bit uneasy, but she didn’t know why their animals were suddenly so alert. It wasn’t the middle of the night, and she didn’t live in a bad part of town. So who in the hell was knocking on her door like a damn freak? As if the person on the other side heard her they pounded once again, but just when Declan went to open it she placed a hand on his to stop him. “Please, I think I can handle this.” She wasn’t trying to be stubborn, but she could handle herself, had for the last thirty-seven years. She appreciated the fierceness that Declan was currently exhibiting, warmed even by the thought that he felt this need to protect her, even when someone was banging on her door, but she could step up. She smiled again, and after a second of his bear trying to take over, and most likely wanting to pull her behind his body and be the badass solider that she knew him to be, he exhaled, let go of the handle, and took a step back. “Thank you.” Melissa tightened her robe around her body. What she needed was a peephole, or at least a window by the door, but she had neither. She had the chain lock on the door, and she opened it the few inches that the chain allowed. The male on the other side was drunk, and the scent of the alcohol coming from him nearly made Melissa intoxicated just from inhaling.