Bearly Cooking (Pacific Northwest Werebears #1)

by Moxie North

  Cage would rub his face up and down her neck while grinding his hips and hard cock into her stomach. She wanted to rip his clothes off and ride him like an Old West cowgirl on her tiny single bed. Inevitably Cage would break off the kiss, growling that she wasn’t better yet and leave her panting and damp in her room.

  She was feeling much better, but Cage had some kind of radar when it came to her. He could see when she was tired or her head started to hurt. He got annoyed when he saw her lifting something too heavy and caught her wincing at the pull on her chest

  He took her off of meal service and told her she was only allowed to cook. He had a couple of guys come in before meals to lift the heavy trays and put them out for her. She appreciated the thoughtfulness, but didn’t like being labeled an invalid either.

  After a week of this, she was fed up. She was feeling much better and she was so horny she could scream. She had a plan, and tonight she was acting on it. She boxed up two servings of dinner and dessert and headed over to the office.

  Without knocking she walked in and found Cage at his desk mumbling to himself.

  He looked up at her and smiled when he saw her.

  “Hey, darlin’, what are you doing here? Dinner over?”

  “No, the guys said they’d tidy up after dinner. I brought over a picnic. You and I are going to head to your house eat this fine meal, then we are going to bed. The same bed, this time,” she said, taking a deep breath. She was trying to be all casual and sexy but her bravado didn’t come across that clear. She knew she sounded a little more panicked and desperate. But she’d already thrown the gauntlet down, she just hoped Cage picked it up.

  “Is that so?” he said giving her a sexy grin. See, how did he manage to pull that off so easily she wondered.

  “Yes, that’s so. Cage Rochon, you have been teasing me all week and I can’t take it anymore. Seriously, I’m feeling a little crazy. My dreams are getting weirder and all I can think about is you naked,” she blurted out. Shoot, that was not what she had planned to say. Nice job Sophie, she thought.

  Cage sat at his desk, just staring at her. She felt her face turn red, she wanted to escape. Invent a time machine and go back and not tell Cage that she dreamed about him naked. Clearly that was not her most logical choice.

  Standing up and coming around the edge of the desk, Sophie watched Cage stalk towards her. When he reached her his hands cupped her face and he gave her a long wet kiss. His hands slid down to her shoulders and around to her back, ending on her ass. He gave her a hard pull and she felt the hardness in his pants.

  “I think about you naked all the time too Sophie Carlton, so we’re even,” he admitted kissing her again.

  Thank goodness for that, Sophie thought. Tipping her head back to look at him, she saw that yellow tinge around his eyes again that he got whenever they were getting hot and heavy. She liked it.

  “Are you sure you’re feeling better? We can wait, darlin’, we don’t have to rush anything. Neither of us is going anywhere. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve been waiting a long time to meet you, but I also don’t want to rush you.”

  Laughing Sophie said, “I’m sure you didn’t lack for female company Cage.”

  Giving her a sad little smirk, he admitted, “You’d be surprised, honey, I’ve been alone for years. And I mean that, years. No dating, no girlfriends, no one.”

  “But why?” she asked, her brain struggling to figure out if she had missed some kind of blaring red flags on why this catch of a man was still single.

  “It’s hard to explain, and I will explain it, just not now. I’ve been waiting for you Sophie, the one I’m meant to be with. I know that sounds crazy and too soon. But I know what I want, what I need and that’s you.”

  Sophie was a bit addled at this declaration. They’d known each other a week and this man sounded like he was truly, what? In lust? In love? She wasn’t sure about her own feelings, all she knew is if she didn’t get into his pants soon, someone was going to pay.

  “This is so fast, Cage. I say that and I think we shouldn’t be this involved already. But I can’t stop how I feel about you,” she said looking up at him with confusion.

  “Trust me, honey, trust me that this is totally normal and it’s right for both of us. What we have doesn’t happen every day. It’s a miracle, whether you believe in those or not. I’ve waited years and years for this. If I need to I’ll wait a little longer to be with you.”

  “I do trust you, Cage. And I do want to be with you. I’m feeling one hundred percent better and I need you tonight. Need you like oxygen or really nice knives,” she said a little embarrassed. Realizing her needs in life might differ from normal people.

  Sighing and pulling her tighter into his arms, Cage stroked her back and cupped her head to his chest.

  “What do you say we go home?” he offered.

  She liked that, home. She’d never thought of her parent’s house as a home. Too old and stodgy and you never were allowed to touch anything. Cage’s cabin felt like it should have a family in it. She could see a giant Christmas tree in the front window shining out onto the forest. Kids laughing and playing with new toys, indulgent parents sipping tea and enjoying the chaos.

  She wondered if a life like that was possible for her?

  “Yes, Cage, take me home.”

  Chapter 17

  Standing in the bathroom of Cage’s master bedroom, Sophie was working up her courage. Her horny bravado was fading fast now that they were back at his house. What if he didn’t like how she looked naked? She wasn’t skinny, she had way too many soft bits. Did she go out there naked? In her bra and panties? Crap, she was not good at this, she thought. Deciding to ditch her pants and keep on the v-neck sleeveless shirt she was wearing and her knickers she took a deep breath and opened the door.

  Cage had lit candles and placed them around the room. They gave off a warm glow and they smelled like vanilla. Her eyes scanned the room and she saw Cage staring out the window. Or at least he had been. Now he was staring at her. He’d removed his shirt and was standing barefoot in just his jeans.

  He looked scrumptious, like a triple layer chocolate torte. Okay maybe not a torte, but he did look delicious she thought.

  His eyes scanned her body and this made Sophie fidget and pull at the hem of her shirt. She bit her lip and nervously tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

  “Sophie, come here,” he said quietly but his voice held a tone of command that she didn’t seem to want to ignore.

  Her feet started moving before she had time to decide her next course of action. She was standing in front of him staring up at the most handsome man she had ever seen.

  Turning her back to his chest, Cage wrapped his arms around her and said, “Look.”

  Sophie looked out the window and saw the brightest fullest moon she had ever seen. Billions of twinkling stars coated the sky. She’d never seen a sky like that before. It was like a celestial show just for them.

  “The fates, the universe want us to be together. They are giving their approval,” he said near her ear. “It’s a sign.”

  Sophie wanted to believe that, everyone woman wanted a guarantee that the man she was trusting with her heart was the right one. Maybe she should trust the fates to this one, give herself to whatever they had in store. The chance of happiness was too much a prize to not risk it all.

  “It’s beautiful,” she whispered.

  “Not as beautiful as you, but pretty spectacular nonetheless,” he whispered back.

  Pulling her hair aside, Cage placed small kisses along her neck up to her ear.

  “My Sophie,” he said licking the shell of her ear.

  Shivers broke over her skin and she leaned back against Cage. His firm warm chest the perfect pillow for her head.

  “Come to bed, let me love you,” he said walking backwards towards the massive wood carved bed. It had to be custom made to accommodate his height, but she imagined this was what his family all had to do to sleep comfortably
. Cage sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her between his spread legs.

  “Arms up,” he directed.

  Sophie was so lost in the glinting blue of his eyes, she immediately raised her hands over her head. Cage tugged the shirt off and dropped it to the floor. Planning ahead, Sophie had made sure to wear her matching set of black lace bra and panties with the little pink bows. It was her nicest set and she hoped Cage agreed.

  “Stunning. You are a beauty, Sophie,” he said in a hushed reverent tone as his hands skimmed over her arms, the tops of her breasts. He moved slowly brushing her rounded belly and cupping her hips pulling her even closer to him. Her breasts were eye level with Cage and much to her amusement, he let his head drop between her breasts with a loud sigh and moan.

  She giggled and a pair of blue eyes peeked up at her, “You don’t know how much I’ve dreamed of doing this,” he said rubbing his face back and forth in her cleavage. He gave each breast a lick and kiss nuzzling between the two.

  “Breast man huh?” she said still chuckling.

  “No, I’m a you, man. I want all of you, I like all of you, I want to taste all of you,” he growled. Reaching behind her he released her bra and her breasts spilled out of their lace cups.

  “Mine,” he growled and palmed both of her breasts, his mouth sucking one taut nipple into his mouth. He sucked and pulled like he was as starving man. Sophie gripped his shoulders to keep her balance. The sweet tugs on her nipples went straight to her clit, her pussy getting wet and swollen.

  She heard a rumble come from Cage but he didn’t stop his enjoyment. He moved back and forth laving attention on each nipple. Squeezing and massaging her breasts, it was brilliant. Sophie had never had anyone spend that much time on her breasts. She didn’t even know they were that sensitive.

  Cage seemed in no hurry, like he could spend all night there. But Sophie had other ideas.

  “Cage, please,” she begged.

  She needed more, she was hot and wet and it had been way too long for her. She had no idea it had been even longer for Cage.

  “What do you need, honey, tell me. I’ll give you the world if I could,” he whispered against her chest.

  “Not the world, Cage, just you. I need you please,” she said, hoping her honesty didn’t scare him away. It didn’t, in fact it seemed to drive him a little crazy.

  She felt his hands move to her hips and the next thing she knew he’d spun her onto the bed, her back bouncing on the soft mattress. Her feet were dangling over the bed and Cage was leaning over her, hands on either side of her hips.

  “You have me, baby,” he said before sliding to his knees. His hands were at her knickers in a flash and they were pulled off and flung somewhere in the room.

  Firm hands push against the inside of her knees, spreading her wide to his view. This was not something Sophie was comfortable with, but the look in Cage’s eye had her reserve melting away.

  He looked hungry.

  His eyes darted up to hers and he gave her a wicked smile before his head dipped down between her legs. His long tongue swiped up through her pussy, catching all the juice his teasing earlier had made. Cage’s eyes closed and he sat up for a moment, his head tipped back. He just sat there, and Sophie started to get nervous. Did she taste bad? Oh god, what a horrible thought!

  But Cage’s eyes popped open and for a moment, Sophie could have sworn his eyes glowed a little in the darkened room.

  “Honey, you taste like honey,” he said reverently, his head disappeared back between her legs. Sophie didn’t have much to think after that. Cage ate at her, licking and sucking her lips like a starved man. He used his fingers to hold her open and darted his tongue into her tight hole to gather every drop of her. She heard him moaning and a rumble would go through his chest that she felt vibrate straight into her pussy.

  He teased her clit, licking around it and flicking his tongue just over the tip. This made her wiggle and buck her hips toward his mouth seeking more contact. She was rewarded with a long slide of a finger into her aching pussy.

  “Baby, you’re so tight, I can’t wait to get in there,” he said dragging his finger along the top of her wall. Sliding out he added another finger and pushed back into her.

  Chapter 18

  Sophie moaned and arched her back off the bed. She felt his lips seal around her clit and suck hard into his mouth. The pleasure was overwhelming. Her pussy felt stretched and grew slicker with each pass of his fingers.

  “Baby, I’m going to stretch you a little. I’m not a small man and don’t want to hurt you,” he said giving soft kisses on her clit.

  “Mmm…” was all Sophie could manage.

  Cage move back to working his fingers in deep to her canal, scissoring his fingers as he pulled out, dragging against her tender flesh.

  Sophie began to moan, her body flushing with the building climax. She needed to come so badly, but she didn’t want him to stop either. She was torn between the impending release and the greedy side of her who wanted his mouth and fingers on her all night.

  “That’s my girl, give me your sugar, honey. I want to taste you on my tongue,” he urged, pushing his fingers deep inside her, searching for that spot to make her scream.

  He found it when Sophie let out a crying moan and a whimpering, “Cage…”

  Cage grinned and increased his thrusts, her sweet taste was getting stronger. And he lapped like a man at an oasis. Urging her higher with his fingers and tongue, he felt her hands grip the back of his head, shoving him harder against her sweet flesh. He sucked hard on her clit letting his teeth graze over it.

  Sophie came screaming at the top of her lungs, clutching that blond head between her legs, her thighs clamping down keeping him in place. Cage shoved his fingers deep, causing sparks to flare behind Sophie’s eyelids. The pleasure crested and flowed down her body. Her muscles quivering and contracting as she rode out the best orgasm of her life.

  “My girl,” he whispered proudly.

  Crawling up her panting body, he used his massive muscles to hook her under her arms and pull her farther onto the bed. He rained kisses over her face until he reached her mouth. Delving his tongue inside, giving her a taste of her own sweet nectar.

  “See how good you taste, baby? I could eat you all day, my own little honey pot,” he murmured.

  Letting her eyes flutter open, she saw a man that was in no hurry to get his. He looked content, like a cat that had gotten his cream.

  “Wow, Cage, just…wow,” she said with a laugh.

  His face broke into a grin, “Wanna do it again?” he said with a decidedly boyish enthusiasm.

  “Yes, but not now. I need you Cage, inside me. Make me yours,” she whispered shyly up at him.

  “You are mine Sophie, just as I’m yours. Believe me that I’m saying that from the bottom of my heart,” he said, his eyes pleading with her to believe him.

  “I think I do, Cage, I do believe that.” She hoped she sounded as confidant as he did.

  “I’ve waited so long, sweetheart, I don’t think I can wait much longer,” he said dropping his head down to her chest.

  Running her hands through his hair she whispered, “Show me, Cage, show me you want me.”

  Leaning up, the yellow glow tingeing his eyes again, Cage reached down and flipped open the buttons on his jeans, freeing his rigid erection. Shucking his pants to the floor, Sophie had a moment to realize he went commando under his jeans. Good to know.

  She also took a moment to look down to see what Cage had been hiding behind those jeans. Just like the rest of him, he was big. Not circus freak big, but bigger than she had ever had, in her very limited experience. Her last boyfriend barely counted compared to Cage.

  He was long, and thick, the tip of his cock was shiny and purple, straining towards her, eager for its prize. Sophie was about to mention protection, but something stopped her. A little voice inside told her she didn’t want anything between them. She wanted flesh on flesh and the consequences be damned.
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  Cage palmed his hard cock and gave it a long stroke before fitting the tip against her wet pussy. He looked deep into her eyes as he pushed the end into her. Sophie gave a gasp at the fullness of just the head of him stretching her open.

  Cage’s eyes never left hers, he was burning this moment into his memory. The one moment that would seal them for eternity, he wanted to see the moment they became one.

  Sophie couldn’t look away either. Cage’s soul was laid bare before her and she wouldn’t have looked away for anything. He was being slow and giving her time, her body enveloping him in a slow acceptance. A silent agreement, a bond went through both of them. Cage surged forward completing their joining. He froze as Sophie’s body clamped down around his cock. It was tight and he struggled to stay still. He didn’t want to hurt her but the urge to move was overwhelming.

  Watching the tension play across his muscles, Sophie relaxed as much as she could, letting him seat himself deep inside her. She didn’t feel invaded, she felt complete. Like two halves of a whole finally finding each other.

  “Cage, please, baby I need you to move,” she begged.

  “I’ve got you, honey,” he promised and slowly started canting his hips into her. Slow glides in and out had them both gasping. Sophie clutched at Cage’s shoulders, locking her legs high over his hips and he continued his slow torturous pace.

  “Cage, faster,” she pleaded.

  “No honey, nice and slow,” he said with a pant.

  “Stop teasing, Cage,” she argued.

  “Stop being bossy,” he grunted, pitching his hips deep into her.

  Sophie gasped as he hit a sweet spot inside of her.

  “There it is, I know you, Sophie. I know what you need, what you really want and I promise to always give it to you, baby,” he breathed hotly into her ear, licking along the shell. He brought their mouths together as his hands reach down to cup her ass. He lifted her hips off the bed and started pounding into her wet aching pussy.