Stone Bear: Sentinel (A BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance) (Stone Bears Book 1)

by Amelia Jade

  “Now the bowtie,” she ordered, a faint hint of strength returning to her voice as he allowed her to dictate what was happening at first.

  “Undo the cuffs,” she told him, “And roll them up.”

  He grinned but didn’t say anything, and simply followed her commands.

  “Now what?” he whispered into the silence as he stood there. She was looking him up and down, admiring him. Especially the way his rolled-up sleeves emphasized his forearms. It was such a sexy look. She wanted to drool over him. That, however, would not do for what she next had in mind.

  “Come closer.” She had barely finished speaking before he stepped up right in front of her.

  Putting a finger on his chest, she held him just inside of arm’s length, preventing him from getting any closer.

  “Now, stand still.” He didn’t move as she dragged her finger up to his neck, where her other hand joined it.

  Her deft fingers worked quickly, and the first button fell victim to her. She could sense him shaking as she worked, peeling the shirt off one button at a time. He wasn’t wearing an undershirt, and efforts revealed broad muscle everywhere she touched. His chest flexed almost reflexively under her caress, which she emphasized by running her fingers through the slight patch of hair on his breastbone.

  “What?” he asked as she made a noise while doing so.

  “I like this,” she said, pointing at the black patch. “It’s sexy. Makes you more manly.”

  “Oh,” he said, then smiled. “I’m glad you think so.”

  “I do. Now hush,” she said, and went back to work, finishing undoing the last of the buttons. “Off,” she said, stepping back to watch as he removed the shirt entirely.

  He has the body of a damn statue!

  Every muscle seemed to be bulging and visible. Her feet carried her right up to him, at which point her fingers ran across the bumps of his abs. They were so well defined she could count each of them.

  “Now, unzip me,” she said, turning around to face away from him.

  “Of course,” he said into her ear, his voice practically a purr as she finally let him touch her.

  A shock ran through her body at the sheer warmth his hands exuded as they ran up her arms to the zipper, which ended at her neck. Despite his size, he managed to undo the clasp with ease and the zipper slid smoothly down her back.

  She shivered as his fingers ran up her back, pressing under the fabric, and then down her arms, taking the dress with it as he stripped her down to her underwear in a matter of moments. The material fell to the floor into a puddle of silk, from which she removed her legs.

  A moan slipped from her lips as he moved closer, his arms encompassing her at the same time his chin dipped. Gabriel’s lips breathed fire along her neck, a burning blaze to echo the furnace building between her legs as his hands ran from her sides, across her stomach, and up to cup her breasts through the thin lace of her bra.

  “Is this allowed?” he breathed into her ear, before taking a gentle nibble of her lobe, which sent all kinds of shockwaves through her spine, weakening her legs.

  “Yes,” she said, her voice trailing into a hiss as his fingers gently tweaked one of her hardened nubs through the material. It took her a moment to recover and find her voice once more as he switched to the other side. “But put me up on the counter.”

  “Of course,” he said obediently, picking her up as if she were nothing, and carrying her two steps forward and two to the right as he entered the kitchen, depositing her on the counter so she was at his head height.

  “Now get your hands back on me—this counter is cold. Keep me warm.”

  Gabriel didn’t respond this time, surging forward to close the foot or so gap that had opened between them, his arms clasping around her back as his lips sought hers. They met and she jumped as a small static charge leapt between them. But the sheer heat that he exuded quickly made her forget that and the cold granite on her legs and ass. His touch seemed to bring her to life, and she felt warmth begin to pool between her legs in anticipation of what was to come.

  She wanted him. Bad. The buildup was driving her wild with a craving need, but she held on, not wanting to give in just yet. Gabriel’s mouth opened, and his tongue sought hers, finding it in a flash as her lips parted in return. Her bra fell away, exposing her breasts to him. Caia hadn’t even felt his fingers touching it, she was so caught up in kissing him.

  “I think things are slightly uneven,” Gabriel said as he stepped back, his eyes feasting on her nakedness with a ferocity that made her swallow hard with nervousness.

  “What do you mean?” she asked. Things had been perfectly fine with her.

  “Give me your hands,” he said, and she smiled at the reversal of authority that had managed to subtly take place without her realizing it.

  Still, she didn’t protest, sticking her hands out. Gabriel took them and placed them on his belt. “I think you should remove this and equalize our nakedness,” he said, his eyes twinkling before they shut as he leaned back in to kiss her some more.

  Her hands fumbled with his belt as she tried to concentrate on both that and his lips, but she found success when he began to trace his kisses along her jaw before dipping down to her neck once more. Her mind turned to mush as he did, but she could focus just enough to pull the belt from his pants and unbutton them. They refused to simply fall to the floor—they had become stuck on the large protrusion just below them, to the point where she had to reach out and tug them over it.

  “Oh,” was all she was able to say as they fell away and Gabriel stepped out of them smoothly. His cock looked huge.

  Without warning his hands grabbed her legs, lifting them so they wrapped around his waist, and he pulled her closer until her hips were almost falling off the lip of the counter. She wanted to ask him what he was doing, but she found out. His hips pressed into hers, the entire thickness of his cock pressed flatly against her opening, the only thing separating them the two thin pieces of underwear. She felt herself soaking through, and wondered if he could feel any of her wetness through his underwear. She fervently hoped so. She wanted him to know just how badly she wanted him in return. It was, she thought, rather easier for her to tell if he was turned on than the other way around.

  Gabriel moved to pick her up. “Where’s the bedroom?” he asked, pausing in his alternating of kisses and tender bites along the veins in her neck, which had been driving her wild.

  “I thought I told you to put me on the counter?”

  “You did. And I did.” He sounded thoroughly confused.

  “Did I tell you to move me elsewhere?” she said with malicious delight.

  Gabriel pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, and she saw the realization there.

  “No, you didn’t,” he admitted.

  “I’m glad we got that settled.” She smirked, and pulled his head down to her chest. His mouth took one of her nipples in immediately, and the warmth was so intense it almost burned, making her gasp.

  Meanwhile, his hands slipped around her back and pulled her underwear down, until it encountered the granite. He tightened one hand around her waist, and like before, lifted her up as if it didn’t faze him in the slightest. Fingers tugged and all of a sudden she was completely naked.

  Caia licked her lips nervously as one of his hands—she wasn’t even sure at this point which one—traced its way back up the inside of her leg, heading straight for the apex. Her entire body shuddered as a single finger slid through her wetness, before encountering the slight bump at the top, where it came to rest. It slowly moved in tiny circles while his tongue continued to flick across her nipples.

  The air seemed to thicken. She could think of no other reason why it had suddenly become so much harder to breathe. Her lungs worked harder as she moaned and moved within his grip, but he didn’t let up. The pressure between her legs increased slowly, and he continued to dip down lower to ensure that he glided smoothly over her tender skin.

  Her nails
dug sharply into the skin of his shoulders as Gabriel increased the pressure and speed slightly once more. She was shuddering now as the pleasure overwhelmed her nerve receptors, triggering feedback within her brain. Despite her cries and muffled groans as she buried her face in his shoulder, he never stopped. His teeth had moved back up to her jaw now, teasing her there with nips and bites, followed by tender kisses that fed the flames between her legs.

  “Gabriel,” she gasped as he increased his pace one more. “Just like that!” she cried, her arms shaking violently as they trembled to hold her up.

  “I’ve got you,” he said, his arm tightening around her waist ever so slightly.

  Her arms collapsed from the overwhelming assault on her senses, but she remained upright as he held her in place, never moving or wavering.

  “Yes,” she cried out repeatedly, before suddenly inhaling deeply, her eyes wide. “Now!” she told him, and her body went from shivers and trembles into an explosion of movement as ecstasy blossomed between her legs and flowed out through her central core, overwhelming her body’s instincts.

  Her lungs tightened and would not move as she shuddered, her climax pounding her with wave after wave of excruciatingly delicious pleasure that kept her frozen. Air became scarce as it went on and on, but there was nothing she could do about it. Her vision dimmed slightly, darkness creeping in around the edges, before snapping back into sudden clarity as her cries ricocheted through the kitchen, filling it with noise.

  “Holy hell,” she gasped a minute or two later as full control finally returned to her outer extremities, allowing her fingers to move as she told them to.

  Gabriel said nothing, though he did lean in for a kiss. She returned it with interest, her fingers threading through his hair and mashing his face against hers as her lips moved furiously, kissing him as passionately as she could, not caring of how it may have looked to anyone watching.

  As she regained more of her composure, Caia went on the offensive, her one hand slipping between them as she continued to pull him tight to her with the other. Her questing fingers slid down his rock-hard stomach, barely pausing to feel his muscles flex under her touch before she descended lower. She wanted something, and wasn’t going to stop until she...

  Gabriel grunted in pleasure as she found what she wanted, her hand wrapping around it dexterously before sliding her palm all the way to the base, where her fingers caressed the rest of him. Taking advantage of the strength in his arms, and using it to prop her up, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of his compression boxers and pulled them out and over his cock.

  “Wow,” she breathed. He was huge. She had sort of known that, from touching him, but to actually see him laid out in front of her was…something else.

  “I’ll go slow,” he promised as she took hold of him once more and lined him up with her opening.

  “You’re going to have to,” she said, her eyes going round as he slipped inside her. “Yes,” she squeaked. “Realllll slow.”

  “I promise,” he said, dipping his head to hers and kissing her once more.

  He was true to his promise. Although she was drenched with wetness, it still took time for her to adjust to his size. She almost told him to stop several times, but each time he withdrew slightly and waited, before pushing forward once more.

  “Amazing,” she gasped, practically drooling all over him as their hips finally ground together. He was inside of her completely. Caia had never felt so full before, so right. It was an unbelievable sensation.

  “No!” she cried out as he pulled back. The void he left behind ached with unfilled desire.

  “I’m right here,” he told her, pushing himself back inside once more.

  “This is incredible,” she whispered, “I’ve never felt like this before.” She looked into his eyes. “Can we go to the bedroom now?” The emotions of the moment were starting to take over, and she wanted it to happen in a slightly more traditional place.

  Gabriel smiled softly and nodded, his arms picking her up, though he never withdrew from her. Then he paused and looked at her expectantly.

  “What?”

  “I’ve never been here before,” he said patiently, as if the weight of her in his arms didn’t bother him at all.

  How strong is he?

  “Right,” she said, her cheeks burning red. “Out and to the left, second door on the right.”

  Caia lived in a bungalow, and while she sometimes wished for an upstairs, this time she was quite happy that was not the case. Going up the stairs with Gabriel buried deep between her thighs and her legs wrapped around his waist would not have been an easy task, no matter his strength.

  The few steps it took for Gabriel to cross the distance to the bed, however, was another story entirely. The queen mattress would have a tough time fitting them side by side, but with him on top, it was much easier.

  “This is better,” she whispered as he settled, his hips slowly grinding into her.

  She bit her lip when he propped himself up on his arms. The muscles bulged and popped, flexing so hard that when she touched them, they felt like steel. It was as intimidating as it was sexy.

  “I want it harder,” she told him as he continued his gentle movements.

  His eyes flicked to hers, but seeing no hesitation in them, he nodded. His hips moved away from hers, drawing his cock out from within her. She whimpered, not liking the sensation.

  Then he thrust forward quickly, and Caia’s world exploded. A remote corner of her brain knew that Gabriel wasn’t going as hard as he could, but it was enough. All she could do at the moment was hold on for dear life. Her throat felt hoarse as she yelled and cried out in pleasure as he thrust into her harder and harder, his huge cock slamming home inside of her. Fists tightened on the sheets as she snatched at the comforter, looking for something, anything to help keep her mind on reality.

  “Gabriel, I’m going to—” she couldn’t finish as another climax exploded within her, racking her body with tremors. Gabriel’s hands shifted, pinning her hands above her head as he kept fucking her, not stopping his movement. The world blurred, refusing to come back into focus even as he slowed his hips.

  “Don’t stop,” she begged an unknown amount of time later as he remained still for a moment.

  “If I keep going, I’m going to lose control,” he murmured in her ear.

  “Yes,” she gasped, her lungs still working hard to keep up. “Do it. I want you.”

  “Are you sure?” he asked, to which she nodded and then kissed him fiercely.

  Gabriel began to fuck her once more, this time with his hands on her hips as he pulled her into him, all of his weight resting on his knees. She cried out some more, but her attention was focused on him now. She could see his face contorting, and deep within her, he seemed to grow bigger.

  He cried out her name just as he erupted inside of her. She could feel the warmth rushing out of him as he turned her name into a long groan.

  The two of them collapsed onto the bed next to each other as they enjoyed the high of the moment. Caia found the strength to speak first.

  “We are so fucked,” she said into the comfortable silence.

  At first she thought Gabriel hadn’t heard her, but then his shoulders began to shake, and she realized he was holding in laughter, which began to sputter out from between his clenched lips. Then the realization of what she had just said and its double meaning came to her.

  “Well, that too,” she said with a laugh of her own.

  “How do we handle this?” Gabriel asked, propping himself up on an elbow.

  “Carefully.”

  He nodded. “I think we should have some good news for the Kedyns, before they discover what’s going on between us.”

  “Such as what the fuck is going on in the Valley lately?” she asked mildly.

  “That’s what I was thinking. If we piss them off now…” he trailed off, then shrugged as best he could from his position.

  “Exactly.” He hadn’t ne
eded to articulate his thoughts for her to understand them.

  “So I suppose I should probably head home then,” he said with a grimace.

  “Unfortunately,” she said dourly, not at all interested in relinquishing his body heat.

  Then she felt something press against her side.

  “Think we could get away with another thirty minutes?” he asked demurely.

  Chapter Nine

  Gabriel

  “Morning sleepyhead,” he called through the open window of his truck as she exited the house slowly, pulling the door closed behind her.

  There was no response while she fumbled with her keys before finding the right one to insert in the lock. He couldn’t help but laugh as she turned around. The woman walking down the path now was nothing like the put-together woman he had picked up the night before. She looked showered and fresh, but the slow trudge and eyes as thin as slits indicated a lot.

  “You aren’t much of a morning person, are you?” he asked jovially as she yanked the passenger door open. “Well that’s not very ladylike,” he said, laughing in response to the rude gesture she bestowed upon him. “Look, I even got you coffee!” He pointed toward the cup in his dash. Steam swirled up through the flimsy plastic lid, indicating it was still hot.

  “You did?” Caia brightened immediately as she realized he was telling the truth. “Well, you might just get laid again now,” she said as he went to take a sip of his own.

  Gabriel, thankfully, had excellent control over his body, or else he might have spit it all over himself. He looked over at her in astonishment. “I might?” he asked incredulously. Then he paused while she slowly turned to give him a death stare. Completely unfazed, he continued talking. “I’m pretty sure you were the one who insisted I stick around for a third round last night. Or am I remembering that wrong?”

  “If you don’t stay quiet until I drink some more of this, it’s going to be the last round,” she threatened.

  He laughed and put the truck in gear.

  “Think we’re going to have any luck today?” she asked a few minutes later.