by Anya Nowlan
She smiled shyly, becoming way more flustered in his presence than she intended to. From the moment she had laid her eyes upon him, she had felt as if there was something pulling her towards him. It couldn’t have just been a coincidence that he had happened to be at just the right place at just the right time when she fell. Her stomach knotted, big blue eyes seeking out his amber pools. The words got stuck in her throat, the man waiting patiently and quietly for what she wanted to say. It felt incredibly odd – he could anticipate her every step and every word, being much more mindful of her than she could have imagined. Her shoulders dropped and she relaxed under his soft gaze, the intensity between them warping into something softer, something safer.
“What were you doing there?” she asked, her voice a bit raspy.
Christian’s eyebrows shot up and he smirked. The slight stubble on his chin made him look a bit older than he was and that musky, masculine scent of his made her head spin pleasantly.
“At the cliff, you mean? Well, I felt that you were in trouble.” He pursed his lips and she tilted her head a bit, staring at him with wide-eyed wonder.
“You…felt it?”
Christian nodded, one of his big palms coiling around Trish’s delicate fingers. His warmth made her heart beat faster and where he touched her, she felt sparks flying immediately. Her core tightened and she found herself more aroused than she could have ever expected, having known him for such a short amount of time. But, he was no ordinary man. The werebear had found a woman for himself, the perfect one, and the bond between them was impossible to ignore. It would need time to blossom and harden, but the tendrils were there and had wrapped around both of them tightly.
“Yes. I felt it. It was a sharp pain in my chest, like something was threatening to rip my heart out. I knew right away where you were and that you were in danger. I couldn’t let anything happen to you.” Christian smiled, raising his fingers to her face and tucking one of the blonde locks of hair behind her ear. The way his fingertips razed across her skin made her spine tingle. If any other man had been saying the things he was, she wouldn’t have believed them. Trish would have been more than sure that they were being ridiculous and trying to sweeten her up for their own dirty plans, but Christian was not like that. She wasn’t sure why she knew that, but she just did. She had felt his presence before she had seen him at the cliff, so why couldn’t he have felt it even stronger, considering the power his bear must have held?
“Oh,” she murmured, sinking into his eyes. He made her lose all control over herself. All she wanted was to curl up in his wide lap and kiss him deeply. Her heart was beating loudly in her ears and his words just made her flood with warmth and need. Trish almost didn’t recognize herself, but she couldn’t let the moment pass. The perfect man had shown up, a picture of chivalry and masculinity, and she couldn’t care less that he was a bear. Or, well, it just made things better. Surprising herself more than she did him, Trish leant forward and her lips touched his gently.
Christian returned the kiss, first softly and carefully, but the passion compelling them both onward. His hands slid around her and he pulled her in his lap, her curvy form melding against his as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She pulled back from the kiss for a moment, her head spinning and a shudder running through her. Trish felt like she should have been mortified by what she was doing, but she couldn’t find an ounce of regret in herself. He tasted delicious and being surrounded by his strength and calmness seemed to wipe away all her worries.
“I’m sorry, I-“ she began, wanting to apologize for her straightforwardness, but the man just shushed her with a finger on her lips.
“Don’t be. I feel the same way. It’s right.”
Trish smiled brightly and dove in for another kiss, claiming his mouth before he could take hers. As coy and careful as she usually was, apparently there was a bit of a beast hidden inside her gentle frame as well. It just needed a big, strong and kind werebear to light the flame.
CHAPTER FOUR
Their lips mashed together, tongues finding each other’s mouths and exploring them with the kind of hunger that only comes with finding just the right person. Or bear, in Trish’s case. She straddled him, her aching sex yearning to be closer to him. Trish’s Valentine’s Day had taken a definite turn for the positive and she wasn’t about to waste it. By the way Christian’s hands roamed her lush curves and pressed her against his cut body, it was obvious that he shared her sentiments. Trish moaned slightly as he grazed her lower lip with his teeth.
The man released a guttural growl, the kind that would have made her back away in apprehension if it hadn’t had just the right tint of softness to it. The bear was close to the surface, the man’s excitement allowing freer reign for the beast, but Trish was sure Christian was completely in control. His two sides had come together for that perfect moment when he found the woman that completed him. They had felt inexplicably drawn to each other and only when he had left the diner, not wanting to overwhelm her, Christian he truly understood what had happened. That blonde-haired, blue-eyed gem of a woman was the one he had been searching for so long – his other half. His mate. The missing piece of the puzzle.
And now, having her in his arms, he never wanted to let her go again. Her hands tugged at the fabric of his t-shirt until she pulled it over his head, revealing his wide chest and toned abdomen. He was as if carved from rock, hardened by work and molded by hardships. As she ran her fingers down him, she could feel small bumps under her fingertips. He was littered with scars. Trish filed it away for the future. She wanted to know all she could about him, but there was more important business to attend to. The aching in her core was becoming hard to deal with and she wanted him, all of him. The thick bulge in his jeans was taunting her and she wanted to see and feel what the man was hiding.
He ginned at her eagerness, glad that his lust was met equally. She had seemed like such a gentle daisy, but there was spunk and sass in Trish. When she was in mortal danger, she had remained calm and in control and even the sight of a werebear shifting didn’t cause her to lose her hard-earned steeliness. She was more than impressive and Christian was certain that he had found a softer match for himself, one that could whittle down his hard edges and soothe his harsh corners. And the way she tasted…damn. Who knew that he could live just miles from the little town all his life and never know that his other half was hiding in a tiny diner almost within arm’s reach? He had a lot of time to make up for.
Trish giggled as he unbuttoned her blouse with fumbling fingers, the buttons too small for him to manage with any kind of nimbleness. She batted him away gently, undoing them herself. For just the slightest moment, Trish was worried about what he would think about her body, but the look of lust and appreciation that mingled in his eyes soothed any uncertainties she might have had. He leant forward and kissed down her neck and across her chest, his fingers undoing her bra and letting the white lacy garment fall from her chest. Trish gasped as he captured one of her nipples between his teeth and flicked his sharp tongue across it with quick, small flicks. She groaned, her back arching and her nails clawing at his arms as he teased her relentlessly, his tongue and warm mouth on her breasts feeling amazing.
Trish was completely wet for him and when her hands went to undo his pants, she could barely contain the excitement. He raised his hips as she pushed the fabric down his tapered hips and thick thighs, revealing his thick, throbbing cock. She couldn’t help but gasp. The veiny rod was much bigger than any she had seen before – something straight out of fantasies. Her cheeks were flushed pink and her breathing was heavy, the excitement consuming her. He kissed her again, his strong hand on her neck and his warmth filling her senses as he tipped her on her back on the couch. Quickly, he took off her pants and panties, leaving her completely naked before him.
The gentle way he trailed kisses down her body made her stomach fill with butterflies and her spine tingle with hot and cold flashes. His dark hair curled between her fingers as he w
ent lower and lower, until parting her legs and running his tongue over her wet slit. Trish yelped, the man urged on by her excitement. Christian explored her sex, parting the folds with the tip of his tongue and his thick fingers. When he pressed two fingers into her awaiting entrance, her body tensed and a long moan escaped her lips.
Finally! she thought, blushing even harder in the face of her impatience. Christian lapped at her clit, driving her mad with his combination of gentleness and roughness as he taunted her with what was to come.
Trish fell into the delicious sensations he provided. Her fingers coiled in his hair and her nails scraped his scalp as she bucked against him, her hips grinding slowly in beat with his invading fingers. It felt exquisite. Nothing like what the boys she had dated had made her feel like. No, she was with a man now and he didn’t disappoint. Little whimpers escaped her as he twirled his tongue around her swollen clit, each flick making the sparks burn hotter and brighter in her core. When she finally couldn’t take anymore, he pushed her over the edge. The third finger that pressed into her slick tunnel cinched it – she tumbled into her release and it took her breath away.
Her muscles flexed and she shuddered uncontrollably, the man pleasuring her until she was a shivering, mewling mess. When she was just cresting, he slowly pulled his fingers out of her and crept back up her body. Christian laid his lips on her mouth, Trish faintly tasting herself on his tongue and lips as he kissed her. Trish groaned loudly as he guided his hard cock to her slit and thrust into her, stretching her wide around his impressive size. She clutched his back, her nails digging into the firm flesh as he drove into her slowly, giving her enough time to get used to his size. He was gentle and careful with her, though she could feel him shuddering with expectation. All he wanted was to sink right into her and take her with the animal need that was bubbling in him, but he held back to give his woman and himself time to enjoy the first taste.
A small tear trickled down her cheek, the pain of taking him getting to her. He kissed away the tear, pressing his cheek against hers.
“You’re perfect,” he murmured, the heated words making a hot jolt run through her. She kissed his cheek and wrapped her arms around his neck, determined to keep him close to her as he took her. His heart pounded against her chest, skin dappling with sweat as he bucked into her with more and more urgency. Her moans grew with his breathy growls, the moment grabbing hold of them and leaving room for little else. She felt even the tiniest of his moves, his hard shaft fitting in her so perfectly that each thrust was a single sliver of ecstasy, forming a wave of pleasure that rushed throughout her body.
Christian rutted into her, each stroke shaking her to the core. Suddenly, he pulled all the way out of her, making Trish yelp in protest. He flipped her around with ease, her curvy form falling back on the couch on her knees and with her hands holding onto the backrest. Christian’s lips sought out hers as he entered her from behind, filling the air with their combined moans. He touched places in her that no man had before and made her feel in ways she had thought impossible. The union of their bodies was near-perfect. They fell into rhythm easily, both drawing their pleasure from the other. Trish kissed him hungrily, luxuriating in his taste, his smell and his thick cock claiming her as his mate.
Christian’s fingers dug into her sides, short nails raking at her skin. The beast was hard to control when Trish was so delicious and it all felt so right. The grumbling groans that bubbled from his throat made shivers run down her spine, the primal mixing with the sensual. He was nothing like any man she had known before and she knew that there was much to learn about him. Yet, she was excited about it all. The knowledge of having found someone who she connected with on such a deep level was mind-blowing and the young waitress was almost overwhelmed by the suddenness of it all. But, it was the day of love, so perhaps fate had planned it just like that. Nothing happened by accident, after all.
His kiss trailed from her lips as he slid his tongue over her shoulder and then grazed his sharp teeth across it. Trish’s breath caught, the man making her knees quiver. One hand snaked up her side and kneaded her heavy breasts, the pink nipples perking up under his touch and forming tight peaks as he rubbed his thumb across them. When he pinched one of them, she yelped and he moaned deeply, her tunnel milking him mercilessly. Christian allowed his thumb to slide between her legs and when he rubbed across her clit, she was sure she would collapse into another divine release. Their bodies bucked and shook together and when the finish wafted over them, the pair of mates had come together to tie the bond for certain. Nothing could take her from him anymore.
Thick jets of seed flew into her, the milky cum filling her. A certainty that resided in her told her that she had nothing to fear. He wouldn’t have taken her bareback like that if there were any uncertainties. For now, she simply enjoyed the sensation of his throbbing rod emptying into her, even the tiniest pulse clearly felt as she trembled with her own orgasm. It was smaller, but no less intense.
When both had come down from the immediate high, Christian wrapped his big arms around her and allowed both of them to fall back on the couch. She was wrapped tightly in his protective embrace, his heaving chest and pounding heart filling her with a steady beat. Trish snuggled her face into the crook of his neck, enjoying the muskiness of his scent and the delightful exhaustion that took hold of her body. Long fingers trailed a path up and down his arms, tracing the bulging muscles and simply enjoying his presence. One of his hands had come to stroke through her long locks of hair carefully, gently.
“Well, this has turned out to be quite the Valentine’s Day,” he murmured, his deep voice resounding through her. Trish looked up at him, the amber eyes locking on hers again.
“Do you mind?” she asked, her voice betraying the smallest of uncertainties. He chuckled, squeezing her against him tighter.
“Never. I found the perfect woman. It couldn’t be any better.” Christian laid a small kiss on the top of her head and Trish blushed, exhaling deeply. Life had a weird way of changing for the better when she could expect it the least.
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