Bearly Royal_Brion

by Ally Summers

  He looked over his finished project. He smiled and turned to cut off the light when he heard something behind him.

  His neck stiffened and his chest tightened.

  “Hey.” Her voice was soft and light.

  He turned. Whitney was standing in the barn door. Her hair was down on her shoulders. She was wearing a T-shirt barely covering her ass. He swallowed hard.

  “You ok?” He was afraid to take his hand off the workbench. It was the one thing keeping him from dragging her up to his bed.

  She shook her head. “Not really.” She walked in the barn, closing the door behind her.

  “What happened?” He had just been in the house and everything seemed fine.

  She leaned against the wall. That’s when his hand let go of the one thing anchoring him in place. He walked toward her, faster than he meant to.

  He stopped close enough he could smell the wine on her breath, the shampoo on her hair, the rain on her skin. The T-shirt clung to her chest where the rain had pelted her. He could see the outline of her nipples through the thin fabric.

  His breath hitched. “What’s wrong, Whit?”

  He couldn’t stop his hand from reaching for her neck. Her skin was warm in his palm.

  She raised her eyes to him, holding his gaze in place. Her teeth raked over her lip.

  “I heard you in the shower. I walked downstairs but you were gone.”

  “Did you need to tell me something?” he asked. Her breasts were bobbing in front of him as her breathing quickened.

  “Mmmhmm.”

  “What is it? What’s wrong?” His voice was husky and deep.

  “You,” she whispered.

  “Me?” His fingers began to massage the back of her neck. He couldn’t stop the pull he had toward her.

  “I had to finish an entire bottle of wine to walk over here.”

  “Why?” His other hand landed on the soft curves of her waist. God, she was so luscious and sweet.

  “Because I want to know why you haven’t made a single move.” She leaned closer to him, pressing her breasts against his chest.

  Fuck. “Made a move?” He leaned down, inhaling her sweet breath. His lips dying to kiss her. To touch the curves of her mouth.

  She nodded, her eyes widening. “You’ve been here a month. What’s wrong? Do you think of me as Sam’s little sister? Is that it?”

  “Hell, no. Is that what you think?”

  She nodded, her lips full and pouty. “Yes.”

  “That’s not it.”

  “Then what?” she whispered.

  His lungs seized with air. He wanted her. He needed her to help him take his next breath. She was gorgeous and sexy. She was soft and warm. Innocent and kind. All the things his mate should be.

  He pressed his forehead to hers, knowing his bear was pushing him to take more than this moment. His bear wanted every part of her.

  “I can’t explain it, Whit,” he groaned. “I’m trying to protect you.”

  Her hands slipped up to his neck. “Protect me from what?” Her fingers rubbed along his skin.

  “From getting hurt.”

  “I’m hurting right now. Every day you don’t kiss me hurts.” She breathed. “I came over here to tell you I want you to make a move.”

  His bear was beyond restraint. There was nothing Kyle could do to calm him, or convince him to keep things in check. She was offering herself to him, and as far as his bear was concerned, he should take what was his.

  Kyle’s mouth landed on hers, hot and rough. He cradled her face in his hands, drawing her close to him. He could taste the wine as his tongue twined against hers. He drew a moan from her throat as he sucked and bit at her lips.

  His hands slid to her hips, snaking the T-shirt over her generous ass. She raised her hands in the air, and in a swift tug he yanked it over her arms and threw it near the pile of sawdust.

  “God, you’re fucking beautiful.” He stared at her breasts, ripe and round. Pink and soft. Puckering for him. Begging to be sucked.

  He gripped one before his teeth landed on the nipple. He tugged and toyed, while his tongue flicked against her skin.

  “Ohh,” Whitney cried, fisting her hands at the back of his head.

  The nipple perked under the heat of his mouth. He blew across it. He kissed between her breasts, then moved to the other side, sucking hard until he heard the moans from the back of her throat. His teeth raked against her skin as he sank to his knees, kissing and licking against her flesh.

  He wanted to cover every inch of her. Taste her. Suck her, and fuck her until she was screaming his name. He couldn’t stop his bear even if he wanted to. Four weeks was too long to wait.

  His eyes flashed up to hers. Her gorgeous brown eyes misted with lust and want. It was all he needed to see. And in an instant he peeled the panties from her hips, dropping them to her ankles. She stood before him, flat against the wall. Her head reeled back. Her legs spread wide.

  He didn’t ask. He knew exactly what he wanted. What he wanted to taste. His hands moved between her legs, spreading her slick folds wide for him. His tongue slid between her, slow at first.

  “Ohh,” she whimpered.

  He grinned. God, she tasted sweet. He dipped his tongue against her again, his hands prying her thighs. He began lapping at the bud, relentless with thirst for her. With each moan and rock of her hips he felt his cock grow more solid.

  “Whitney,” he breathed between her thighs.

  She whimpered. “You do want me.” Her head rolled to the side.

  “Let me show you. I want you more than you know.” He eased one of her legs over his shoulder so her hips tilted toward him.

  His tongue plunged against her entrance. He worked in and out, wickedly flicking over her throbbing nub before dipping into her sweet spot.

  He felt her began to quiver around him. He pressed his palm to her stomach, pinning her to the wall while his tongue continued to lick and tease her.

  “Ohh,” she moaned. “It’s so much. I can’t…I can’t…” Her words said one thing, while her hands pressed him deeper between her legs. She rocked rhythmically against his tonge.

  “Feel it. Feel what I can do to you.” He sucked hard against her, and the vibrations quickened. His tongue dipped deep, loving the feel of her clenching against him. Her hands flattened against the barn wall, and her hips thrust forward into his face.

  He growled low, letting it rumble between her legs while he lapped against the sweet sugar she gave him. If she could come like that with his tongue, he could only imagine what she would do with him buried deep inside her. He growled again, knowing he was going to find out.

  Her quivering quieted as she began to open her eyes. He kissed along her stomach, inching his way to standing.

  He looked at her beautiful face.

  “I want you even more than that,” he whispered.

  “More?” she asked. “There’s more?”

  Her fingers reached for the hem of his shirt, dragging it over his chest.

  His mouth crushed against her. Her lips parted as he kissed her hard. He felt her nipples pebble against his chest as the friction between them heated.

  He jerked her leg to his hip, wrapping it around his waist. His cock was hard, straining against his jeans. Her eyes flashed at him. He looked around them. Sawdust. Nails. The barn wall. He might be a bear, but he could do better than this.

  “You want this?” He kissed the base of her throat, sliding his hand between her legs. She was so wet and ready.

  She nodded. “Yes,” she whispered. “Please.”

  He picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder and marched up the stairs. His bear was finally getting what he wanted.

  13

  Whitney

  His lips were on hers and then suddenly she was looking at everything upside down. Kyle climbed the stairs, kicked open his bedroom door, and then laid her on the bed. His eyes were on fire, brimming with lust and hunger.

  Whitney felt her c
ore melting from the inside out. She had never seen blue eyes blaze like that before.

  Kyle unbuckled his belt, shoving his jeans to the floor.

  Her mouth dropped when she saw him. The moonlight streamed through the window, landing on his wide pulsing cock. She whimpered, wondering if she would be able to handle it. It was thick, long, and perfect.

  On the walk from the house, she had convinced herself this was it. She’d throw herself on him and blame the wine. She’d tell him she had a bottle, when really she had stopped before the second glass. It was a full proof plan. But now she was naked. And he was naked. But holy shit he was huge.

  He climbed on the bed, crawling toward her. His chest was broad. His shoulders like boulders bracing his frame on top of her. She reached toward his skin, desperate to trace the hard ridges on his abs where muscle met more muscle.

  She had pictured him a hundred times in her dreams. How he would look in her bed. How his mouth feel against her breast. How he would sound in the dark. But nothing prepared her for this.

  He kissed her neck and her throat. His hand roaming over her body, stopping to squeeze and press into her skin.

  “I’ve wanted you since I saw you on that porch,” he growled into her neck.

  “You have?”

  She wanted to talk about it. Ask him why he hadn’t tried a single move. Why he never kissed her. But suddenly his fingers were between her legs and she couldn’t think.

  “Mmmhmm. Wider, baby.” he urged, spreading her legs.

  “Ohh,” she moaned, doing everything he asked. She was his to command.

  She bucked forward when she felt him slip two fingers inside her. It was intense and strong the way he strummed against her.

  His mouth covered her nipple, sucking until she thought she couldn’t take the sensations. She could feel the warmth between her legs, coating his fingers as he plunged in and out of her.

  Her head thrashed to the side. The burning was taking over her blood again. She was going to come like this while he fucked her with his fingers. She gripped at his shoulders, needing him to ground her to the bed.

  “Tell me what you want.” He nipped at her neck, before grazing his teeth over her shoulders. “Do you want me to make you come like this?”

  She’d never said the words before. She’d never asked anyone to fuck her. But it was there on the tip of her lips. She didn’t know why, she only knew she needed it, she wanted it. Her body was on fire. Fueled by his tongue. By his fingers. By the weeks of dreaming of this moment.

  She pushed off the mattress enough to roll on her stomach, her ass grazing his stomach.

  “I need you to fuck me. Please.”

  “Fuck,” Kyle groaned, gripping her hips. “Whitney…”

  “I’ve wanted it every night.”

  She couldn’t hear. She couldn’t think. She only knew she needed his cock buried deep inside her. So deep she wouldn’t know her name. Or his.

  She wiggled her hips toward him, her tits bouncing under her, draping over the pillows. She pressed her palms against the wall, bracing herself for him.

  His finger ran between her legs, massaging her with her own hot juices.

  “So wet,” he groaned. “Spread your legs for me.”

  She moved her knees wide, hoisting her hips for him.

  “You are so fucking perfect.” His tongue licked against her, lapping at her bud until she was panting. “You taste like sugar.” He sucked the nub between his lips and she rocked her hips toward him, pressing harder against his tongue.

  If he didn’t take her she would burst in flames. If his tongue felt like this she could only imagine what his shaft would feel like sliding in and out of here.

  The desperation was clawing at her. For weeks this was all she could think about. She’d wake up with thoughts of him between her legs.

  “I want to bury myself inside you. Hard and deep.”

  She swallowed, forcing herself to keep breathing. “Yes.”

  “Fuck you so hard you never remember any other man.”

  “Oh, yes.” Her muscles clenched. Each word made her wetter.

  “Fuck you until you beg me to stop, but scream for me to fuck you harder.”

  The quivering in her core was tightening to a blistering pain. She might come just hearing him talk about fucking her.

  She nodded. “Anything. Fuck me. Please.” She wanted rough and dirty. She wanted to be molded in his hands.

  “This is what you’ve been thinking about?” His fingers curled deep inside her and she screamed.

  “I can’t think about anything else,” she moaned.

  “Don’t move,” he commanded.

  She felt the bed bounce as Kyle stepped to the side. She heard him unzip his bag and in seconds he was behind her again. She heard a ripping sound, and looked over her shoulder to see him rolling a condom over the biggest cock she’d ever seen.

  He pressed the tip of it against her entrance and she moaned. He felt hard and thick. She titled toward him, the heat of his shaft blazing against her. Any second he would be inside her.

  “You’re so tight. I don’t want to hurt you.” He kissed her back, but his tender lips turned to teeth and he nipped into her flesh.

  “I want to feel it. I need it.” He was stretching against her entrance, and the pain was searing and soothing at the same time. It satisfied something inside her to know he was getting ready to thrust inside her.

  He promised it would be deep and powerful. He promised he would be hard. She smiled, knowing he always kept his promises.

  “I have to fuck you,” he growled.

  And then she felt the slice of pain as he eased himself into her. “Ohh,” she screamed, needing something to hold on to, but Kyle grabbed her, slamming her back on to his shaft of hardness. Her hands were useless.

  The white light hit her as she felt her body spiral away from her. He began pumping wildly against her. At first she wanted to fight against it, tell him it was too intense. It hurt too much, but as he thrust again and again she felt the tight coil in her belly turn to blissful pleasure.

  “Oh, fuck, Kyle,” she moaned.

  It was like nothing she had ever felt. She didn’t want him to stop. He pulled out of her, taking her to a new height, before sliding into her with fierce intensity.

  The tears rolled down her cheeks as she felt the fever of her orgasm begin to ripple in her blood. She wanted to stop it, hold on to it, feel him pleasure her body with his cock and his tongue. Nothing had ever felt so powerful and out of control.

  Weeks of wanting him had led to this. The sexual tension between them. The late night dinners. Working side by side on the house. All of it had led to this moment when she gave her body to him. He had to know he already had her heart.

  Before she knew what was happening, Kyle had pulled her hips higher in the air, yanking her hair back. “I want you to be mine, Whitney.”

  “Oh, yes...” She lifted her ass to him. “I already am.”

  She clenched around him, gripping tighter with each thrust. He laid his body over hers and she felt the cool metal of his tags rake over her back before he reared up on his knees hiking her ass in the air with him.

  He roared into her back as he throbbed deep inside her, vibrating against her inner walls. She knew his release was hitting him and she reveled in what she could give him. She whimpered and panted, desperate to hold him.

  She could feel him pulse as her orgasm ripped through her, shattering her limbs into a million pieces. She screamed as he plunged into her. But she took it, needing it, wanting it, loving every breath, every thrust, every second like this.

  His breath was ragged on her neck, his dog tags sliding along her skin until he pulled her against his chest, rolling on his side, his arms wrapping around her stomach.

  “I-I-” She didn’t know what to say. She didn’t know what had come over her. Some sort of primal need had attacked her hormones from under her skin. She’d never been taken from behind. She’d never
let a man lick her sweet spot. She’d never begged for sex. She’d never felt like her body was no longer hers.

  “Shh.” He kissed her neck. “Sleep.”

  And within minutes she heard the gentle vibrations of Kyle snoring behind her.

  14

  Kyle

  There was something in his arms. He jerked forward and then remembered. Whitney. He closed his eyes. That wasn’t supposed to happen. But she showed up in that barely there T-shirt and his bear didn’t have much choice.

  Fuck. She was asleep in his arms. He slid out from under her, pulling the sheet to her shoulders. His bear wasn’t gentle either. He had been rough and demanding. Pushing her farther than he’d ever asked a woman to go. He commanded her. What did he expect his bear to do?

  He paced at the foot of the bed, watching her sleep under the moonlight. He knew why he had taken her the way he had. He wanted that damn condom to pop off. The harder he pumped inside her, the rougher he got. He wanted to claim her. Fill her with his seed. Fill those gorgeous hips with his cubs.

  He couldn’t. He was leaving again. Maybe he had fixed everything on the property, but the minute he claimed her his promise to Sam was broken.

  He couldn’t leave her alone and pregnant. He shook his head. Maybe when the next mission was over, he could come back to her. He could claim her. They could have what his bear always wanted. What his bear needed. But not now.

  There was no end in sight. There was no time table that would give her what she wanted.

  He watched her sleep. She had already been through so much. He knew she was doing everything she could to keep it together. She didn’t deserve any of what happened to her.

  It was his job to protect her and give her everything she needed, but he had made another promise. A promise he hadn’t fulfilled yet. His knuckles were white. His jaw clenched.

  She sighed and rolled over. His heart stirred.