Unbearable Curves (The Grizzly Next Door 1)

by Aya Morningstar

  He worried it might hurt her, that all the trauma she had been through would make this difficult for her. No. She was soaking wet and ready for him. Her wetness sunk down his shaft like sweet honey, and her moans of pleasure filled the forest. She sunk down and down onto him, until her ass rested on his thighs. He groaned and bucked his hips up, to feel her just that tiny bit deeper. Effie twitched from within as he thrust deeper, and her insides squeezed his dick in a tight embrace. Just as he thought it couldn't feel any better, a torrent of wetness dripped and flowed across his cock.

  His bear nearly took over, but he fought it back. Still, he had to take control, had to dominate. He leapt to his feet, still inside her. She cried out in surprise, but he held her tight: he wrapped one arm around her shoulders, pressing her big breasts into his chest. He braced her with his other hand just at the waist, and Effie's legs wrapped and squeezed around Abel's own cut body. He waited just a moment to make sure she was secure, and then he thrust his hips.

  His shaft pulled nearly all the way out, and as it pulled out, he realized just how drenched it was with her wetness. Just as fast as he pulled out, he thrust back in. His balls slapped against her with a loud thwack, and Effie too rocked her hips against him. Her arms were wrapped around Abel's broad back, and as he thrust in and out—As Effie screamed in ecstasy—she clawed at his back. He felt the cool wetness of blood as she broke his skin, but the pain broke out as red-hot eruptions, then melted instantly to pleasure that coursed through his entire body.

  He slapped her ass as she rode and clawed him, so she too could feel the same not-quite-pain wave of pleasure.

  "Pin me to the ground," Effie screamed. "I want to feel you on top of me."

  Not that he would hurt her, but his senses were too on fire to lower her gently to the ground. He lowered her just enough that it wouldn't hurt, and then he threw her the rest of the distance onto her back. She'd feel broken twigs and leaves and dirt, but the forest was Abel's home, and their children would be at home too in the forest. Effie would need to feel comfortable in nature. He let out a low growl as he looked down. His hard cock was red and pulsing. It was drenched white in her wetness, and she was on her back with her legs spread. She was ready to take him in again.

  He slid into her and began to pump, wasting no time. Her legs wrapped hard around his ass and lower waist, and he pumped and thrust deep into her. She pulled her legs back further, letting him get deeper still. He'd seen how swollen her clit had become, and from this angle he was hitting it with each stroke. The heat and wetness soon became unbearable. Abel would not last much longer.

  He had to hold out until Effie came, so he focused on his breathing and thrust faster. Deeper.

  Effie screamed, and he felt her tighten around him in rhythmic pulses. Her wetness dripped down him, reaching his balls. He thrust harder and harder as Effie moaned with abandon. If the birds were still singing, neither of them could hear. He still felt that lone ray of sun on his back, warming him in a completely different way than Effie did.

  Effie lifted her hips into the air as the intense throes of orgasm overtook her, and with that, Abel allowed himself to come. He thrust in and out of her soaking wetness, her impossible warmth, and it felt like he was flying. He grunted as Effie began to shudder uncontrollably, and then the pressure released from his balls, and thick blasts of his seed erupted into Effie. He came and came, harder than he ever had in his life. He felt his come leaking out of her, overflowing.

  Finally he pulled out and lay down beside her. The ray of sun had shifted down so that it wasn't in their eyes, but it warmed their sweat-soaked bodies.

  "Abel," Effie said. Her eyes were trembling, and tears welled up within them.

  He looked back at her, and though he too was bursting with emotion, he held back his tears to be strong for her.

  Effie bit her lip, then said, "I thought I'd lost you. I thought I'd lose the baby."

  He stroked her hair and ran a finger down along her cheek, wiping the tears away. "We grew up together, and now we'll grow old together. I promise you that."

  Epilogue

  Three Years Later

  Effie watched Abel teach little Alex to fish. They were both in bear form: Abel was big and powerful as ever, and Alex was still so tiny. He looked like a big puppy. He was so unafraid of the water that he'd jump in headfirst and scare all the fish away. Abel tried to teach him to be patient, but he was too excited to finally be fishing with his father.

  The Bed and Breakfast was doing well enough that they could take nice little vacations like this from time to time.

  Effie held Kayla in her arms. She was only a few months old, and they wouldn't know for at least a year if she could shift.

  "Don't worry, Kayla," she said, "Your big brother will be able to catch a fish soon enough."

  Kayla's face scrunched up. She was about to cry, so Effie cradled her and held and said, "But Daddy's a great fisher, and he'll catch something for sure. Look!"

  Kayla looked toward the stream, and Abel's head ducked into the water. He pulled his head back out with a huge salmon in his mouth. Little Alex bobbed his head in excitement, and Abel tossed the fish ashore.

  "See?" Effie said.

  Kayla giggled.

  They ate fire-cooked fish that night. Little Alex's light-brown hair and eyes looked like a mix between his mother and father, and he excitedly told Effie about how many fish he almost caught. Seeing little Alex grow up helped her understand what it was really like to be a shifter, to grow up as one. She would never know the feeling of walking through the forest as a grizzly bear, but through seeing her son grow up, she would come as close as any human could.

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  About the Author

  Aya Morningstar lives in Denver, where she toils her days way in a drab office.

  By night, Aya brings to life sizzling characters who will make you squirm.

  She writes with a hot cup of early grey and her loyal werecorgi by her side.