by Ruby Dixon
The hand around my dick alternately squeezes and strokes, bringing myself to the point and then pushing the impending orgasm back down with painful tugs. I close my eyes and revel in the feel of her, the moans that render her fines and goods complete bullshit.
She comes with a scream. Her pussy walls convulse around me. Her hand finds its way into my hair, and she tugs that with fierce strength.
“I want you inside me,” she hisses in sharp staccato rhythm.
Me, too.
Abruptly, I sit up and pull the condom out of my back pocket. I have my sleep pants around my thighs and the condom on my cock before she can take her next breath.
And with one fierce plunge, I’m inside of her. “Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck,” I chant.
Holy mother of all that lives and breathes, this is some kind of religious experience. My eyes roll back in my head as the last waves of her orgasm contract around me. This is the tightest fuck I’ve ever experienced.
“You feel amazing. This is the best night of my life. If I’m dreaming,” I tell her in a strained voice, “don’t wake me up.”
I brace myself with one arm next to her shoulder and grab her hip with the other. She pulls me down on top of her, and our mouths meet again in a clash of teeth and lips and tongues.
She’s done with me talking, and I’m okay with that because I don’t have any thoughts in my head.
It’s all feel now. The slick grip of her cunt as my cock shuttles in and out. Her soft tits rubbing against my chest. Her diamond-hard tips growing harder with each pass. Her luscious lips eating at mine as if I’m the most delicious thing she’s ever tasted.
All these sensations overtake me, and my intention to take this slow and fuck her until she passes out flies out the window. My body seeks out the release I’ve been holding back for so long.
Because I’m finally inside of Alexa. I’m finally buried balls-deep in her sweetness. I’m finally fucking home. With my mate.
And it’s just too much. I give in to the euphoric pleasure that has been held at bay for too long. It engulfs me.
“Come with me,” I beg.
Without breaking my rhythm, I reach between us and find her clit. I rub it in circles until I feel her pulsate against me. This time I drink down her scream as she comes again. The blood roars in my ears as, I swear, all the sperm I’ve ever generated since birth comes barreling out of my cock to fill the rubber.
I collapse on top of her, breathing heavily and completely worn out. “Give me ten minutes,” I mumble into her pillowy breasts.
Chapter Six
ALEXA
It’s weird to be in bed with a man and know I just used him for sex. I idly trace my hands down Griffin’s arms because, really, touching them is a pleasure all its own. My body’s tired and sated, but my mind’s going a million miles a minute. I can’t sleep, unlike Griffin. He’s crushing me with his large body, and even though I like the feeling, I’m going to lose all ability to breathe if he doesn’t roll off of me.
I nudge him with my hand. “Too heavy.”
“Sorry,” he mumbles, and then rolls onto his back. With whip-fast motions, he drags the condom off his cock, tosses it into a wastebasket nearby, towels his junk off, and then flops back onto the pillows to sleep some more. His eyes close. “Five more minutes and then I’ll fuck you blind again, baby. Promise.”
I snort at that. I see his mouth curve into a sleepy smile. And really, I can’t even get mad. He knows what he’s saying is ridiculous…but then again, if anyone’s going to fuck me blind, it’ll be this guy. I still ache between my legs from his pounding, and it feels good.
He’s stretched out in the bed like he doesn’t have a care in the world, and I turn on my side and study him in the low light in the bedroom. Naked, he’s an impressively gorgeous specimen. No tattoos anywhere. There’s not an ounce of fat anywhere on his body, and I bet if I leaned over and tried to pinch the skin on his side or near his belly button, there’d be nothing to grab onto. He’s all taut and lean, and just looking at that body gets me all wickedly turned on again.
I am officially the world’s horniest librarian.
I lean over and slide a finger over his chest, tracing muscles. He’s tanned and golden-brown everywhere, and when I touch him, his mouth curves into that cocky smile again, though he still doesn’t open his eyes. “You looking at my junk, baby?”
Typical man. Though I was going to look at his junk. I just hadn’t gotten there yet. “I was just noticing you don’t have hair on your chest.”
“Yeah.” He yawns. “I’m smooth as a baby’s bottom. Sorry to disappoint.”
Weren’t were-bears supposed to be…I don’t know, big and hairy? Or is the whole were-bear thing a hoax and I’ve bought into it? No one really talks about it, and Mrs. Bell says I’m not supposed to know. But I’m dying of curiosity.
I continue to trace a finger down his belly, gliding over the ridges in his abdomen. “So are you really a were-bear?”
I can feel his body stiffen next to mine, and the air practically vibrates with tension. One eye cracks open, and he looks over at me. “Am I what?”
“A were-bear. I heard you were. Heard lots of locals were.”
“Where’d you hear that shit?” His voice is almost a growl, like I’ve pissed him off.
This isn’t going how I planned. He’s getting all defensive, and all I want to do is play. So I try another tactic. My hand slides down to his cock, at half-mast and still wet from the rubber he’d been wearing, and I begin to tease him. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of.” I let my voice drop to a husky note. “Everyone knows.”
“How does everyone know?” Yep, he’s definitely growling at me.
For some reason, that low, surly growl is doing all kinds of naughty things to me. I guess because he’s not denying that he’s a were-bear? Or that I’m stroking his cock and it’s getting harder every second, even though he was exhausted just a moment ago? I’m in control, and I’m having fun. I give a light shrug and circle his cock with my fingers, then squeeze.
His breath hisses.
“We just know,” I tell him. “You going to turn into a bear for me?”
“Right now?”
Huh. So that’s a yes. I’m fascinated. I give him a tight stroke of my hand, making sure to flick my wrist when I get near the head of his cock. His mouth parts at my touch, and I can feel him tense under me. Love that. “Not right now. Some other time. So do you…do you have to be naked when you change?”
His eyes narrow at me.
I lean in and bite at his nipple to distract him. I’ve found the perfect way to get what I want with Griffin Love—I just manhandle him and interrogate. For some reason, I find this incredibly pleasing. I swipe my tongue over his nipple and then give his cock another tug.
The breath rushes from his lungs.
“Hmm?” I flick my tongue over his nipple again. “Naked or not? Where does your clothing go if you’re not naked?”
“Naked,” he grits out, and then his hand covers mine, on his cock.
“Oooh, interesting.” I picture that as he works my hand over his shaft, using my fingers to masturbate. He strokes his cock a lot faster than I was, and he watches me as he does it. “When did you know you were a were-bear?”
“Born one.” He releases my hand and gestures. “Get on your knees for me.”
“This is about me, remember?”
He arches an eyebrow. “You telling me you don’t want to get on your knees and see what I can do to you?”
All right, he’s got me there. I mock-pout, but get on my knees anyhow. “You going to keep telling me about were-bears?”
“Long as I get to finger your pussy, I’ll tell you whatever you want to hear.”
I shiver, picturing that, and lean over his torso. My ass goes up in the air, and I lick his belly button. “Can I touch you while you do that?”
“Fuck yes,” he growls, and I shiver all over again. I’m starting to really dig that growl.
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bsp; I drag my breasts over his chest, letting my nipples tease his skin, and then I lean over his cock. I flick my tongue over the head of it, because he’s still gripping it tight. It’s like he’s feeding it to me. “So…tell me all about your first time.”
“Naughty minx.” Griffin’s hand slaps my ass, and then he rubs it. “First time I fucked a girl or first time I turned bear?”
So many choices. I drag my lips over his cock-head, spreading his pre-cum on my lips. “Bear. This time.” I’ll save the dirty deflowering story for next time.
Then I realize I’m thinking next time. Shit. This isn’t going so well with my whole ‘use him and discard him’ plan.
Before I can change my mind about the direction we’re heading, his fingers push inside me with a rough thrust. I whimper, my mind short-circuiting at the sensation. As he works my pussy, he starts to tell me about when he was a boy, his dad and uncles all shifted regularly. He couldn’t until he was a teenager, and one day his dad took him out to the woods and walked him through how to shift. He tells it all in a bored voice while his hand works my pussy, occasionally reaching a finger forward to flick my clit.
As he fingers me, I moan and drag my mouth over his cock, licking and sucking as best as I can, but it’s hard to focus on giving him pleasure when he’s lazily fucking me with his fingers. I’m so wet that I can feel my juices trickling down my thighs, and I’m not real sure what we’re even talking about anymore. All I know is that his cock is in my face and I rub my cheek, my mouth, my tongue against it as he pounds into me with fingers that aren’t quite as thick and wonderful as his cock. It’s like a big fucking tease.
“So that’s the story,” he drawls. “You want to hear more?”
I give him a senseless moan and lap the pre-cum from the head of his cock. I definitely want more, but I’m not sure what more he’s talking about.
“I’m teasing you too hard, aren’t I, baby?” He pulls his hand free from my pussy— —and, oh God, the wet sound my body makes is embarrassing and needy—and slaps my ass. “Stay on your hands and knees while I get another condom.”
As if I could move. The thought of him fucking me hard from behind has me turning to jelly, and I quiver on his bed, anticipating his touch. I bend forward, thrusting my ass in the air and my cheek hits the blankets. I should be embarrassed that he’s taken control of the situation, but the truth is that I want this so bad that I think I’ll die if he doesn’t touch me in the next moment.
I hear the sound of a package tearing, and then a moment later, a warm hand goes to my hip. He drags me backward on the bed, lining me up to meet his body.
The moment his cock thrusts deep inside me, he reaches a hand around my front, between my thighs, and finds my clit.
And I scream into the blankets, because I’m pretty sure I’m coming hard all over again. My entire body clenches around him, and I keep coming as he thrusts into me, fucking me hard for what seems like forever. I just keep coming and coming, and he keeps rubbing a finger on my clit as he pounds into me. All the air and all the muscle control is leaving my body, and by the time he groans my name out and comes, too, I’m pretty much a sobbing, orgasmic mess.
But, man, I feel good.
He gets rid of the second condom, crawls back into bed, and pulls me against him. Griffin smooths my hair back and strokes my arm, my side, my hip, helping me calm down. I’m flustered and exhausted and all weirdly emotional, because I’ve never come so hard before.
I lost control of things. I need to take it back again.
As his hand glides down my side, I murmur, “Thanks for the sex. I’m not staying, though.”
“That’s fine.” He doesn’t sound bothered at all, which irritates me.
“And I want that lumber.”
“All yours.” He leans in and kisses my shoulder.
“And the labor hours. I want the discount.”
“Done.” His tongue flicks on my skin even as he caresses my thigh. “You don’t have to bargain with me, Alexa. It’s all yours. I’m a bear of my word.”
“I want to see you shift some time, too,” I demand, and stifle a yawn. “Not tonight, though. Because I’m leaving.”
“Anytime you want.”
Really, the man should give a girl more of a response than that. Isn’t he upset that I’m using him and leaving? He acts like he couldn’t care less, and that irks me.
I fall asleep in his arms, determined to give him a piece of my mind in the morning.
Chapter Seven
GRIFFIN
“How’s the library project going?” Eddington asks me four weeks later. We’re wrapping up the A-frame this week. Once we got the go-ahead on the flooring, it was a breeze to finish. We’d have finished two weeks ago, but Mrs. A-frame took one look at my partner and decided that her renovations needed “tweaking,” which was her way of spending more time with him.
It took two additional weeks for her to realize that no matter how nice he cleaned up, Eddington was, is, and always will be, an asshole.
“Good. We’re starting to frame today.”
An envelope flies across the room. I snatch it out of the air before a pointy end can gouge my eye out. “Our accountant says we should be doing more of this. The library renovation. Would be good for our taxes. Maybe you should splurge and put in some fancy marble flooring.”
“Nah, this is all sustainable. Bamboo flooring, recycled wood wall. Although…” I tap the letter against my cheek. “A solarium might be nice. We’ve got those solar panels that were sent to us by that company out of Edina. We’d have to order about eight more panels, which would be pricey, but according to this,” I hold up the envelope, “the accountant says we should be spending twice as much on charitable contributions to offset the profits.”
“Do it,” Eddington agrees. He stretches his long legs out. “Besides, my kids are gonna use that place. Might as well make it nice.”
I do a double-take. “I thought you just mated with Maddie?”
“I did. Doesn’t mean we aren’t making babies.” The smug look on his face says that he’s willing to be making babies all the fucking time.
I’d like to be breeding Alexa, but the human is still clinging to this notion that she can’t have sex with me unless she’s gaining something other than the usual two or three orgasms.
“I guess I’ll use the solarium to blackmail her into having dinner with me.”
Eddington makes a noise in his throat halfway between a snort and a cough. “You still doing that?”
“Yup. And don’t mess this up for me by letting it be known that this is good for our business. If she finds out that I’d have done this renovation for free, the jig’ll be up and I’ll be spending all my nights alone again.”
“What’re you using to bribe her into staying over?” Eddington’s shaking like a leaf from all his suppressed laughter. I should go over and pound on him a little, but I need to save all my energy for Alexa. That woman can fuck. She’s got more energy than a nest of bunnies. My dick’s getting a few calluses, but hell if I care.
“She gets tuckered out at night and ends up staying. I toss her a few bones in the morning to make her feel better about it.”
“Like what?” He enjoys this shit too much. At my glare, he waves his hands. “It’s funny shit, you got to admit. You’re building a library for your woman, but she thinks she’s blackmailing it out of you. Maddie gets a kick out of it.”
I scowl. “You two better keep quiet about this. If you ruin it for me…” I let the unspoken threat hang in the air.
He pretends to zip his mouth shut, but I get a feeling I better talk to Alexa before she figures out that she’s not blackmailing me at all but that I’m giving her everything because I want to. Because my day starts and ends on one single thought—how do I make Alexa happy?
Everything looks good at the library. I check over the progress, help install the walls, and then hunt down Alexa who I find staring at the project from the back of the librar
y. Her expression isn’t exactly one of satisfaction. I should know. I’ve seen the slack, satisfied face at least once a night for the past four weeks. Alexa’s anxious about something.
She tries to hide it by raising her cup to cover her lips when I stroll over. “We should be done in another four weeks. Once the framing’s up, we’ll board up the exterior, do all the HVAC and electrical, and drywall. The painters will come in and make it look pretty.”
“So soon? You’re not taking shortcuts, are you?”
“Course not.” Now I don’t mind Alexa thinking she’s using me for sex, but I do mind if she calls the integrity of my build into question. “I’ve got my best crew on this job. It’s going to be better built than the shack we’re in now. The entire town’d blow down and this addition will still be standing.”
She sticks her pretty nose up in the air. “You don’t need to be sarcastic. I was simply wondering whether you were trying to speed things up. That wasn’t something I had bargained for, and I just wondered if I would be owing you for that.”
Oh, crap. Now my dick’s semi-hard. Lust is making it hard to speak, so when I do, my voice comes out extra gravelly. “Yeah, I’m cracking the whip here. You’re going to have to do something real nice for me tonight.”
She shudders slightly. I shove my hands into my pockets so I don’t rip off her clothing right then and there. The library isn’t the right place for that. There are kids not twenty feet away from us. Although if these were bear-shifting cubs, they’d understand. Nature is what it is. We breathe, we fuck, we die.
“Will you be installing LED lights? I was doing some research and they would save the library a great deal of money. As well as being energy efficient, they significantly reduce greenhouse gases.”
LED lights are pretty standard in the industry, so she doesn’t need to bargain for this. Anyone who did any research would know this. I inspect her face, but I don’t see anything there but interest, and I can’t tell if the interest is for the stupid lights or me.