Furever Always (Furever Series)

by Meredith Clarke

  “Goddamnit, Blair. You feel amazing. So, amazing,” he whispered. “I want to fuck you like this all day. All night.”

  Blair didn’t have any objection, but she was too lost in the sensations to say so.

  Declan withdrew his thick manhood, almost to the tip of cock, and then thrust back inside of her. Her body quivered around his thick shaft. He circled his hips in slow motions, grinding against her as if he were hoping he could penetrate her even more fully. But there was no room inside of her; Blair was entirely filled by him. Then Declan started to thrust slowly, in measured beats, sliding in and out, and Blair’s pleasure came rushing back in an unexpected wave.

  Declan tightened his grip on her hands up above her head; then he leaned forward, so he was looking directly into her eyes. Their lashes were practically touching as Declan looked into her soul, through it. He held steady to his rhythm, sending her into waves of desire with each measured thrust. Declan never took his eyes off of her. He watched her like he was cataloging every reaction, and filing it away.

  Blair cried out.

  “Is that good, Blair?” he asked.

  She could barely squeak out, “Uh-huh.”

  “Do you want to come again, Blair?”

  “Yes. Please.”

  Declan thrust into her with quicker, forceful pumps. Blair felt her pressure build and release as yet another orgasm washed over and claimed her entirely. It was even more perfect this time. She choked on her desperate gasps for air as her body contracted around his thick manhood. Her entire body trembled, and her eyes fluttered.

  “God, you look beautiful when you come. I love watching it. I think you need to do it again.”

  Blair opened her mouth to stop him, not sure she could handle anymore, but it was too late. He was already thrusting into her again. He fucked her hurriedly, pushing her over an edge she never imagined, a cliff she thought might be the death of her.

  And then she came again.

  But Declan still didn’t stop. He thrusts were primal, desperate, animalistic. He slammed into with more and more desperation, fucking her as a man possessed. He was claiming her fully, and pleasure swelled around her like another oncoming storm.

  And then she was blinded by the biggest orgasm she’d ever had in her life. It was more than an orgasm. It was an explosion of lust, pure rapture. She didn’t know if she’d ever recover from this.

  Her body milked his manhood, desperate for him to fill her entirely. Declan thrust into Blair one final, glorious time, and then he came as well. His face went blank; then it turned into a mask of pure lust. He exploded inside of her, filling her with his hot cum, and then fell on the lounge next to her. Neither of them could form words, so they just breathed, and held each other in the warmth of the setting sun.

  Blair had no idea what she was thinking, had no idea how she had ended up here, but it wasn’t what she had expected when she had seen Declan in the bar the night before. All she knew was that she wanted to be with him, and she felt an unexplainable drive to be near him.

  Declan pulled Blair into his arms and on top of his muscular chest. She wiggled in close, soothed by the sound of his heartbeat beneath her. She had a million questions for him, but they would have to wait. Between the warmth of the ocean air and the intensity of what had just transpired between them, she fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

  Chapter 10

  Declan

  Declan woke up and saw the moon had already started to rise. He had no idea how long they’d been asleep, but he was just glad that no one had discovered them, naked, and still sweaty from sex. Amazing sex. Mind-blowing sex.

  Declan had never had sex like that in his life.

  In fact, he had never felt any of the things he was feeling before when he woke up in the lounge chair and looked at Blair, sleeping quietly in his arms. She was so beautiful, so sexy, so smart. He couldn’t get enough of her. He wanted more. Immediately. He could already feel his cock starting to stir, and apparently, Blair felt it too. Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked at Declan like he was crazy.

  “Are you kidding? You can’t already be…”

  “Still wet for me, Blair?” Declan asked as he rolled Blair onto her side while she laughed, then he came to her in a rush. The head of his cock poked the back of her thigh, and he brushed his arms against her as he adjusted her so he could enter her more easily. He moaned at the exquisite pressure of his manhood pressing against her entrance, and she responded in kind.

  Declan took Blair again with a long thrust; there was no time to waste on foreplay this time. He just wanted to fill her up and fuck her senseless. He held on to her hips so tight, he was worried he might bruise her as he thrust in and out of her, then he buried himself deep, practically to the bottom of her. He loved that she was accommodating his size more easily now; he had honestly claimed her as his own.

  Declan paused inside of her, letting his cock throb so Blair could feel it, and relished the sensation as she tightened around him even more. Then he rolled onto his back, taking Blair with him, so she was laying on his stomach, and she moaned at the feeling of being fucked this way.

  “I want you to come again for me, Blair. I want to feel you come, wrapped around my cock.” He pushed harder inside of her, to new, deeper, more superb depths.

  She moaned. “Yes. God, I want more.”

  “You’re so tight, Blair. You feel fantastic like you were made only for my cock.”

  Declan bit her ear lobe, and Blair cried out at the twin sensations of pleasure and pain.

  “Fuck, you are unbelievable, Declan.”

  Declan bit at her neck and shoulders, leaving more of his mark on her body, and she groaned and sighed and cried out each time. When she started to whimper, Declan whispered in her ear, “I want you to let go, Blair.”

  Blair turned her head and looked at him, confused. But she nodded her head, willing to let him do to her whatever he wanted now.

  “Let go,” he said as he reached up and cupped one of her full breasts in his rough hand, then he wrapped an arm around her waist. Declan suddenly stood up, suspending Blair in mid-air, practically impaling her on his massive cock. The switch in angles meant that he was filling her up in a new way, and the pressure focused on the parts of her she didn’t even know existed. He heard her breath catch in her throat, as he fucked her in short, hard thrusts, hitting places inside of her that made her eyes roll back in her head.

  Declan held tight on to Blair as he fucked her, then just when she seemed to be getting complacent, he used the hand that was on her breast to pinch her nipple. The surprise of the new sensation made her scream, and Declan thrilled at the sounds she was making.

  Blair writhed against him, but Declan hold held her tighter, immobilizing her. She tilted her head back onto his shoulder and closed her eyes, her breath heavy with the lust that was coursing through her.

  “Open your eyes, Blair. Look at me,” Declan growled at her.

  It took effort, but Blair opened her eyes and stared into Declan’s, which only made him hard.

  “Fuck yes, Blair. I want to make you come again. Can you come in this position?”

  “Fuck me harder,” she moaned. The more unrestrained she became, the more Declan wanted to fuck her senseless. Her words were making him just as crazy.

  Declan scratched at her skin, clawed at her, as he fucked her with every ounce of his remaining energy. Blair reached back and ran her fingers through his hair, making him feel even more crazy with desire.

  He pulled his hand from her breast and thrust it between her legs, pinching her clit. Blair cried out again.

  “Declan, I’m going to come,” she screamed.

  “Then do it,” he growled back.

  “I want to come together. I want to come with you.”

  Declan moaned at her words, “Yes, let’s come together.”

  Declan rubbed her clit harder and increased his frenzied thrusts. They groaned and grunted and cried out together like two frantic animals,
desperate for release. At the same time, the overwhelming pleasure of orgasm washed over both of them. As Blair screamed for the heavens, Declan’s thighs began to tense, and with a final forceful thrust into Blair’s warm depths, his thick pulsating cock found its own release again.

  Together, they collapsed back onto the lounge chair, and Blair started laughing like she was being tickled and nothing could stop her.

  Declan sat up and gave her a strange look. “What’s so funny?”

  “We have destroyed this chair. I think we should burn it. I feel horrible for the poor beach attendant that find this mess.”

  That made Declan start laughing too, and soon they were hysterical, sweaty, and curled up in each other’s arms. It doesn’t take long for Blair to drift off into a quick doze again, leaving Declan to stare up at the sky and wonder what he had gotten himself into. It was true; never in his life had he felt a connection like this with someone else. He’d never felt so physically and mentally in sync with a woman. But then the nerves started to set in. This was usually the moment when he began to lose interest, become bored, miss the chase and move on to the next woman. Would that happen with Blair? Would he feel that way about her? Could he ever feel that way about her?

  He let Blair sleep for an hour, and then woke her up. The position of the moon indicated it was about 7 pm, and he didn’t want them to waste the rest of the night sleeping. Blair stretched and yawned.

  “You’re going to have to find my bathing suit if you expect us to go anywhere,” she said with a laugh.

  “Isn’t Bear Ridge a nudist resort?” Declan asked with a wink.

  They gathered up their clothes, hastily got dressed, so they didn’t get any ideas about starting up again, then started walking back toward the resort, hand-in-hand. Declan hated holding hands. It made him feel suffocated, trapped. But with Blair, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world, and the bear was happy to have her close enough to touch at all times.

  It meant she wouldn’t leave them.

  Declan shivered and shook the thought away. He felt so uncomfortable with how much the bear had been controlling him lately… not just in his mating life, but in his emotions, his thoughts, his desires. He’d even been craving salmon lately, and that was a level of symbiosis with the bear beyond what he was used to. Declan shook the thought, and the bear, away, as they got closer to the resort. Blair looked over at him with a curious smile.

  “You can’t be cold.”

  Declan laughed. “Not even a little. Just lost in my thoughts. So, I suppose it wouldn’t be out of line for me to ask you if you want to have a late dinner? Around 9 pm? I mean, I wouldn’t want to move too fast or anything…”

  Blair reached over and smacked Declan on the arm. “Don’t make me regret the cabana, mister. Because if you do, I’m totally rolling over on you with the management about that chair.”

  Declan swooped Blair up his arms with a laugh and gave her a long, slow kiss. When he pulled away, he set her back on the ground and kept walking.

  “I regret nothing. Do you?” Declan asked over his shoulder.

  Blair had to take four steps to every one of Declan’s, so she ran to catch up with him. “Nothing,” she said with a smile when she got by his side. They walked in silence again the rest of the way to Blair’s bungalow, and when they got to the door, Declan leaned against the door frame and gave her his best smile.

  “So, 9 pm? I’ll pick you up here for dinner?”

  Blair leaned forward and kissed Declan on the forehead. “I’ll be here.” And then she disappeared inside, leaving Declan standing on the small porch in front of her bungalow. He tried to hide the stupid smile on his face as he walked back in the direction of his own room, but the truth was, he didn’t want to. He didn’t know what was going on with Blair, or it if would last, but he was damn sure going to try. Because he was so excited at the prospect of seeing her again, he was practically buzzing. He was…

  Wait, why are my pants buzzing?

  Declan felt down at the pocket of his swim trunks and found the emergency cell phone at the bottom. He pulled it out and looked at it, totally confused. When he flipped it open, he didn’t expect it to work, but Kurt’s voice was loud and clear on the other end.

  “Man, where have you been? I have been calling you for hours!”

  Declan pulled the phone away from his ear and stared at like he was an alien from another planet. “Kurt? What the hell? I don’t even remember putting this phone in my swimsuit! And anyway, I went in the water! How the hell is still even working?”

  Kurt snort laughed. “It’s water-proof man. You think I would send you anywhere with a phone that wasn’t completely indestructible?”

  “A fair point,” Declan said as he kicked a divot in the sand. “So, what the hell do you want? I just talked to you this morning.”

  “I want to know what you’re getting up to! I want to know how everything is going. Don’t be so defensive dude; I’m just worried.”

  “Fine, alright,” Declan relented. “Things are going… well. Surprisingly well. You’ll never believe it, Kurt. Do you know Scarlett’s friend, Blair?”

  Kurt laughed. “Are you kidding, dude? Of course, I know Blair. Why do you… wait? Why? How do you know Blair? You barely met her at the engagement party where Lucy cried in my bushes for an hour.”

  I’m never going to live that shit down, Declan thought crankily. “Yeah, yeah. Listen, man, Blair is here. And I think she may be the one.”

  There is dead silence on the other end of the phone, and Declan has no idea what Kurt is thinking. He’s just about to go crazy from the silence when Kurt finally chimes back in.

  “Huh! No shit, man. That’s crazy. You go all the way to Bear Ridge, and it turns out that Blair is… wait. Did you say the one? THE one? The one the one?”

  Declan snickered. “Yes. I think she’s my mate. In fact, my bear seems sure of it. I’m just not sure how to bring it up. She knows about mates, right?”

  “I mean, I guess so. You’ll never know unless you ask. Anyway, this is awesome, Declan! Don’t waste any more time there. Get on a plane and bring her up to the lodge. Everyone is here. Let’s start integrating her and getting her used to… all of this.”

  “You paid for a week! You want me to just skip out on the rest of the trip?” Declan asked, incredulous.

  “I don’t give a shit about the money. Just come back!”

  Kurt hung up the phone, and Declan stood on the beach wondering how in the hell he was going to tell Blair everything and ask her to come back to the clan with him.

  This was going to be an interesting conversation…

  Chapter 11

  Blair

  Blair sat in front of the vanity in her bungalow, putting on makeup, and trying to control the shaking in her hands. She still couldn’t fathom everything that had happened to her over the course of the last two days, from being brave enough to get on the plane alone at all, to her afternoon in the cabana with Declan.

  Declan.

  Of all the things she couldn’t believe, Declan was pretty high on the list. Just the night before, she’d been so convinced he was a jerk, someone to avoid, who would only break her heart. He’d seemed so selfish, so arrogant. Okay; maybe he was a little arrogant. But after hours they’d spent making love, one thing was for damn sure, he definitely wasn’t selfish. If he really was the man for her, and this is how it would be for the rest of their lives, she could definitely get used to it.

  Blair threw her towel on the bed and slipped into a sheer, lavender sundress that accentuated her curves but hid everything she hated. She was just about to put on her heels, then deal with her humidity-ravaged hair, when there was a knock on the bungalow door. She looked at the clock on the bedside table.

  “Wow, he’s really early,” Blair said out loud as she skipped to the living room. But when she opened the door, it wasn’t Declan on the other side. It was Bryan. He was wearing cargo shorts, a casual, linen button-down, open to al
most his belly-button, and no shoes. He looked the epitome of a tanned and happy beach bum, and Blair could not have been any less excited to see him.

  “Bryan? What are you… how did you know which bungalow I was in?” she asked, keeping the door slightly closed. Bryan just grinned.

  “Oh, I saw you come back here last night. Not in a creepy way. I was just walking the beach and happened to catch sight of you. I was wondering if you’d like to have dinner with me tonight, Blair?” His smile was genuine, but it still made her uncomfortable. She kept her foot firmly on the base of the door so that he couldn’t push in. Maybe she was overly-cautious, but the truth was, she still wasn’t the most trusting person in the world, and Bryan just showing up like that…

  “That’s a lovely offer, Bryan, but I already have plans tonight, and I think it’s best if I stick with those.” Blair tried to hide the annoyance in her voice, but it was creeping through. Bryan scowled at her.

  “With who, if I may ask?”

  Blair closed the door a little more, trying to make a point. “I don’t see how that’s any of your business, Bryan.”

  He crossed his arms over his chest and squared his shoulders. “Is it that dirty Irish brown bear you were talking to last night?”

  WOAH! Blair thought, both shocked and incredibly offended on Declan’s behalf, though she wasn’t entirely sure why. She didn’t know if there was such a thing as a “bear-based slur” in the shifter world, but that definitely sounded like one.

  “I think it’s time for you to go, Bryan,” Blair said, trying to keep her voice firm.

  “Yes, Bryan, I also think it’s time for you to go.”

  Declan’s voice growled from behind Bryan, startling them both. She hadn’t realized last night how much bigger than Bryan Declan was, but now that he was standing next to him, it was clear that he towered over him.