Bears of Burden: WYATT

by Candace Ayers

  "You're not wearing panties," he whispered.

  "Neither are you," she teased.

  Their kisses grew harder, volatile. The passion they'd both kept at bay over the last week finally surfaced and began to sizzle.

  Bree reached a hand out and touched Jakob's chest. She'd imagined this moment. His muscles were everything she'd fantasized about. Even more. They bulged from his chest in thick ripples, forming a solid six pack that she rubbed her face against, inhaling his scent. It was stronger than the ocean, laced with honey and eucalyptus. Her tongue reached out to taste him. Jakob's muscles tightened and she sensed more than saw how much her touch affected him.

  His hand slid over her thigh and down her leg. He'd always been a leg man, and Bree's were the best. Her skin was smooth, her thighs were firm and round, not like the stick figures models had these days. Bree was a real woman, and Jakob's appetite for her grew by truckloads as she took his hand and leaned back, leading him back up her legs, over her thighs, and to the soft mound that throbbed between her legs.

  "Touch me," she commanded. "Don't stop."

  Jakob slid his fingers through her wet folds, feeling her blood pulse as his hand drew small circles left, then right. She closed her eyes and let the fears and frustrations melt away. She had no idea what she'd been so afraid of anyway. She could barely concentrate as Jakob worked his thick fingers around her pussy lips, but she longed to touch him back. She licked her lips and reached out. His cock was even bigger than she'd thought, and for a second she pulled away. Jakob took her hand and brought it back.

  "I won't hurt you," he promised.

  Bree trailed her hand up and down his erection, tracing each vein that popped out as her fingers explored him. Jakob was conscious of the silk that clung to Bree's body like a wet tissue. The dark pink of her nipples poked through, and Jakob's mouth watered. He leaned into her, tasting her through the fabric. She moaned as he clamped his mouth over her, making her rose petal nubs stand at attention.

  Bree's body ached for more of him. The deep buzz that filled the room seemed to emanate from inside them. She pulled off her nightgown and Jakob finally saw the full breasts that had till now only teased him under her clothes.

  "Like what you see?" she asked.

  Jakob's answer was to lean down and run his tongue over one in a rough lick like the giant cat he was. Her skin was different without the silk of her nightgown, and his tongue rolled over her pink and perfect nipples, sending convulsions of heat up Bree's back. His tongue circled her breasts, then slowly trailed down, over her stomach, past her hips, to find the center between her thighs. Her toes curled as he moved his tongue against the soft folds of her pussy, tasting her in a new place.

  "You're perfect," Jakob said. His appetite for her was insatiable. He breathed her in and each lungful of air was like a shot of passion. His body pulsed above hers. He lapped her up, trying to memorize the way her body quivered as his tongue circled her.

  Bree fought the impulse to let herself go; it was too soon. Her need to have him inside her was overwhelming. Jakob didn't need her to say it. The way her thighs shook as his tongue slid between them was answer enough. He climbed over her, his face inches from hers. She parted her legs for him, more than ready for his cock to slide in and ease the burn that had grown deep in her belly.

  Jakob moved his erection against her, teasing her, letting her feel the fullness of it before thrusting himself inside her and filling her up. Her head tilted back and she moaned at the ceiling. He felt her clench and paused.

  "Are you alright," he whispered.

  "God, yes," she screamed.

  He moved deeper into her, adjusting his tanned arms so that he wouldn't crush her with his weight. She looked up at him and smiled. "So, are we mated now?" she giggled. He laughed with her, but then his blood began to swelter. Bree's back arched. He rocked back and forth, moving slow to let her get use to his size. Her eyes were bright and she licked her lips, leaving a shine on them that somehow made Jakob's cock jump and throb that much harder.

  She propped herself onto her elbows and reached around Jakob, putting her hands on his ass, which was as tight and tan as the rest of him. She urged him to move faster. Her sex throbbed as he pulsed more quickly between her legs. Her breasts bounced and Jakob reached out with one hand, stroking them as his hips continued to move against her.

  Bree's back tightened and lifted off the bed. Lights from outside flickered on the ceiling above them. She was close, so close... Jakob's pelvis rocked into her with a deep, quaking move that made her dizzy. When he reached down and circled his thumb around her clit, the lights on the ceiling pulled together and formed a massive sun that exploded inside Bree's head.

  Jakob felt her go off and followed suit, ripping the covers from the bed as her body spasmed under him. His muscles melted into her and his blood boiled as the combined heat of their bodies almost burned him. Bree felt Jakob ride the lights with her, his heat spreading into her like a steaming cup of coffee. She dug her nails into his back, knowing he could take it. Together, they reached Everest and found an ocean at the top.

  They lay limp. Panting. Exhausted. "Now, will you marry me?" he asked.

  She laughed. "Now I won't think about killing you every time you ask me that."

  Chapter 15

  Bree's eyes fluttered under her lids. Jakob watched them, searching her face for any sign of discomfort. Her nightmare had been violent, enough to call him to her, and he was glad of it, but Jakob didn't want her to feel that frightened ever again. She turned onto her side and her eyes slowly opened. She smiled at him.

  "Hi," she cooed.

  "Hi."

  The sun was just coming up and Bree looked at the clock on her nightstand. She still had an hour before she had to get ready for work.

  "Breakfast?" Jakob asked, reading her mind. "Latte and eggs? You know what they say, you never truly know someone till you've watched them eat eggs."

  Bree giggled. She felt like a school girl. Her body was a little sore from last night, but in a good way—like the burn you feel after a good workout. She was eager to try it all again, but her stomach grumbled under the covers.

  Fifteen minutes later Jakob handed her a plate with bacon, eggs, and his special homemade latte. "I didn't even know I had all this food in my fridge," she said. "And since when do you cook?" She sipped the latte and her taste buds exploded. Sugar licked her lips and something unique… (lavender?) slid over her taste buds.

  "What is this?" she asked, astonished at the complexity of flavors in a coffee drink.

  "The first recipe that popped up on Google," he teased.

  Her stomach growled louder and she put the latte down and picked up her fork. Jakob’s eyes never left her. He just continued to stare at her, watching her eat. "How am I doing?" she asked between mouthfuls of egg. "Do I pass the test?"

  Jakob nodded, entranced at the way her mouth moved as she chewed. Her whole face was like an enchantment. Her skin like satin, her hair like silk. He was so unbelievably lucky.

  "Marry me," he asked again.

  Bree's fork paused halfway to her mouth.

  "Eat your food," she said. “If you get to watch me eat eggs, I get to watch you.”

  "Damn it, Bree," he said, slapping his hand on the counter. She put her fork down and stared at him with angry eyes.

  "I love you," she said, "I do. And, I'll never leave you again. But marriage… marriage ruins everything."

  Jakob sighed. What was he going to do with this woman?

  She hesitated before speaking again. "You'll still come with me to my parents' anniversary party, right?"

  "Of course."

  She smiled and picked her fork back up. Jakob picked at his food a moment before devouring it. Arguing with Bree made him hungry.

  ***

  Blake was waiting for Jakob and Bree when they stepped outside. Blake could smell their sex on them. He tried to keep the acid from rising out of his stomach. The sun was just beginning to
peak when he stepped from the shadows, hands outstretched.

  Jakob's ears perked up, alarm registering on his face.

  "What is it?" Bree asked. Jakob pushed her behind him. He hadn't sensed Blake's presence, and that was more alarming than his actually being there.

  "May I speak?" Blake asked before Jakob could say anything.

  "What are you doing here Blake?"

  "Did Remy accept the offer?"

  "Of course." Bree tried to step around him but Jakob held her back. Something about the man looked familiar.

  "What do you want?" Jakob's lips curled back, his feline senses kicking in. He may have been having trouble reading Blake, but Jakob could smell the danger rolling off of him in waves. His instincts as alpha took over and he let a low warning rumble escape his throat. "I told you thirty days, Blake. It hasn't even been five."

  "I want to apologize," Blake said. "and beg forgiveness. I should never have crossed you." He hoped he sounded sincere. The woman was staring at him. He thought she would look much better when those lips were torn off her face. Her flesh was ample enough to sink his teeth into and still have leftovers.

  "Fine, you've said your apologies. Now go. It's inappropriate for you to be here."

  "Is it inappropriate to deliver a gift?"

  "What gift?"

  "For the lovely lady. Bree, isn't it?"

  Bree had stepped back, uncertain of the danger that came with this man that Jakob seemed intent on protecting her from. Now, at the sound of her name, she looked at him with interest. It was the man who'd stood next to Jakob in the photo on the online tabloid Walter had shown her. He'd looked so severe in the photo. The difference was striking. Now, he looked rather sickly. His skin was too pale, his eyes too orange. His hair was long and should have been lustrous, but screamed for a good shampooing and some conditioner. If this was one of Jakob's pride members, he must have been living out in the woods.

  Blake stretched his arm out, something gold and delicate dangling from it. "A necklace?" Bree asked, hidden behind Jakob's massive shoulders.

  "For you," Blake stepped forward. Jakob looked at the necklace, then let out a deafening roar before springing forward and snatching it from him. He glared at the necklace as if it had spoken something offensive, then threw it so far into the sky it melded with the clouds and Bree lost sight of it. She was surprised at Jakob's reaction. It had looked pretty to her.

  People walking past them suddenly scattered in droves, eyeing Blake more so than her or Jakob. To him, they gave a wide berth. He smelled rancid.

  "You are not to return to the pride. You are gone. Out."

  "Am I?" Blake asked trying to hide his smirk. "Pity," he uttered, then left them alone to their rotting selves.

  "Who the hell was that? What was that?" Bree asked.

  "An ex-pride member. He's angry with me. Thinks I turned my back on my brothers for you." He saw her eyes widen. "I didn't. I just added you to our circle. I can't believe he..." Jakob realized Bree was going to be a part of all this soon. He might as well explain as best he could. "The necklace he offered to you was the mu'qaD jInaq, a cursed stone. It brings bad luck. I can't believe he thought I wouldn't notice something like that."

  "Oh," Bree said, a little freaked out that someone she didn't even know might want to curse her.

  "It's nothing to worry about," Jakob said. "He won't be back."

  Bree did not fail to notice, however, that Jakob walked her to work and would not leave until he saw her safely inside.

  ***

  Blake walked away, his heart light. Out of the pride. For good. He felt the last of Jakob's control leave him like melted ice. Now he could do whatever he wanted, and Jakob could not stop him.

  Chapter 16

  Bree's parents opened the door and failed to hide their shock. Her mother started to bow, thought better of it, and switched to a handshake. Halfway through the handshake she changed her mind again and threw her arms around Jakob.

  "Mom," Bree said, her cheeks going red. She pulled her mother off Jakob and her father introduced himself.

  "Nice to meet you both," Jakob said. "I've heard a lot about you."

  Her mother burst into a fit of giggles and grabbed champagne off a tray as a waiter scooted by. She handed it to Jakob, who handed it to Bree. "Thank you," Jakob said, "but ladies first."

  Bree's mother nearly swooned. Bree threw Jakob a look that she hoped translated to I'm so sorry, then grabbed her mother's arm and led her away from Jakob. "Come on, Mom. Party guests are waiting."

  Her mother turned her head back towards Jakob and reluctantly walked backwards to greet her other guests. Bree's father smiled at Jakob and shrugged. "Women get crazy when you marry them," he said, and shuffled off after his wife.

  The house was large, a mid-size mansion, and Bree's parents had decorated it with museum quality taste. Their furniture was richly colored and expensive artwork hung on the walls. For the event, they had hired the best caterers and florists in the city. A table, spread with foie gras, Beluga caviar, and a variety of French cheeses, stood against a backdrop of golden lights and a live orchestra set up on stage in the backyard.

  Jakob wandered through the house to the yard. The crowd was made up mostly of wealthy men and women. Jakob knew a few of them, or at least, was acquainted with them. He said hello at the right times, then found a spot by a tree and hunkered down with a drink in his hand.

  Bree came up to him a few minutes later.

  "There you are!" she exclaimed, kissing him gently on the lips. Jakob saw Bree's mother watching them and decided to put on a little show for her. He pulled Bree into him, so close she felt his arousal growing in his pants. His breath was fire on her skin, then he touched his lips to hers. It was the opposite of a church kiss, this was raw and ragged with lust. His hands ran over Bree's curves, the fullness of her hips rounding out to give him a nice handful that he grabbed onto before delivering one last flick of his tongue over the delicate pink of her lips.

  When he looked back at Bree's mom, her jaw was hanging open. Jakob smiled.

  A microphone rang out with a loud squeal and Bree's father jumped on stage.

  "I'd just like to thank you all for coming to help celebrate this very special day with us. I met my wife thirty years ago at a bar. A friend of mine poked me in the ribs and pointed to her and asked, 'What do you think of her? She's kind of cute. Maybe I should go talk to her.' I told my friend she was the ugliest woman I'd ever seen, then when he went for another beer I went over and talked to her myself."

  The crowd chuckled and Bree thought her mother actually looked happy. Bree knew better though. She'd grown up with her parents bickering and hating each other. The root cause was almost always money. It made this whole party seem that much phonier.

  She missed something else her father said, but now Bree's mom was on stage with him. She took the microphone and said. "I've always hated this guy." Bree's heart thumped in her chest. Oh God, she's drunk. She's gonna ruin Dad's toast. "Which is probably why our marriage has lasted so long. He challenges me. He won't just tell me what I want to hear. And sometimes, I hate him so much I want to punch his lights out." The crowd was laughing. "Then it passes, and I remember how much I love him. The next time I hate him, I remember the hate is the reason I love him in the first place."

  She put the mic down and kissed Bree's father. The crowd clapped, Jakob along with them, but Bree stood confused. What kind of toast was that? Bree unwrapped Jakob's arms from around her waist, pained the slightest bit at having to withdraw from his warmth, and told him she'd be right back.

  She wove her way through the crowd towards her mom. "Mom," she said. Her mom grabbed her and pulled her close.

  "Oh, god, honey, he's gorgeous. Even better looking than his pictures. And, boy is he into you."

  "Mom, you act like you're more excited about Jakob than about your anniversary."

  Her mom's brows furrowed. "Don't misunderstand. You know I love your father, but seeing you ha
ppy for a change is the best anniversary present a parent could get."

  Now it was Bree's turn to furrow her brow. "Do you really love Dad as much as you made it sound just now?"

  Bree's mom cocked her head and looked at her with quizzical eyes. "Of course. How can you even ask that?" Her mom sounded offended.

  "It's just... growing up, you guys were always fighting and..." but she couldn't finish her thought. Her mom was watching her with wonder.

  "Because he doesn't take all the shit from me that other people do? He never has. That's one of the reasons I fell in love with him. But that doesn't mean it doesn't piss me off when he's doing it."

  Bree's knees shook. Was it possible she'd been wrong all these years? That her parents really did love each other? That she'd misunderstood?

  Bree looked across the yard where Jakob stood, watching her. She smiled back at him, and felt the slightest tingle shoot through her ring finger.

  ***

  Jakob walked Bree to her door and kissed her good night. "Thank you for going with me tonight. I know my family can be a bit much to take."

  "I want to come in," Jakob said, kissing her hand, "but if I do, I won't leave, and there's something I need to take care of tonight." Jakob was thinking of Blake. Tonight was the full moon, and Jakob had a bad feeling. He wanted to check on his pride. He knew Blake was nowhere near Bree's— he would have sensed him in an instant—and the pride house was the only other point of concern for him.

  Bree was locked in to Jakob's worry. If she'd tried, she could have pried it from his mind easily. They were too connected now not to know each other's feelings. His mouth tantalized her and she licked her lips before kissing him hard. Her hand swung behind his neck, and Jakob gently pulled it off and slipped something onto her finger. She looked down and saw a small square cut diamond on a tarnished silver band. It looked old.

  For once, Bree didn't have to fight dizziness and hyperventilation. "It's perfect," Bree said, her pink lips turning up to meet his. Jakob smiled back. Finally, he had gotten something right. He'd had to push aside his natural inclination to go to Tiffany's, and instead had gone to a small antique store that could never compete with the likes of The Silver Vaults in Chancery Lane, London. This was an old mom and pop shop that had been passed down from one generation to another. Nothing was specifically organized, and nothing was terribly expensive. There, in a corner, he'd found this ring. He knew she'd love it.