Hunter: A Werebear + BBW Paranormal Romance (Beast Warriors Book 2)

by Devlin, Bliss

  Her reawakened pussy pulsed with an eager, hungry ache.

  His hands left her arms. Abruptly, they were under her thighs, hooking around the backs of her knees, pulling her forward to the edge of the couch, lifting and spreading her legs.

  She made an eager sound as she felt him against her entrance, thick and hard. He pushed into her with inexorable strength, stretching and filling her with a satisfying burn as she stretched around his girth.

  "Wrap your legs around my hips," he ordered and kissed her throat.

  Catrina obeyed eagerly, feeling his hands move to her waist, holding her firmly as he thrust hard, sheathing himself to the hilt inside her.

  It felt glorious as he stretched her in a welcome invasion that she hadn't experienced in a long time.

  Brett gave her a moment to adjust to his size, then he slid partway out of her.

  Then, finally, he pounded into her with the fast, merciless rhythm that she'd been craving, each stroke rubbing all the places that pleasured her.

  It felt good, so good in a wicked, primal way. She clutched at Brett's shoulders, and he buried his face in her neck, growling as he moved in and out of her with relentless strength.

  Anticipation coiled tighter and tighter with every hard stroke rubbing against her, until she cried out and convulsed, her legs tightening around him as a long, intense release tore through her.

  In the aftermath, Catrina sighed with satisfaction and let her feet touch the ground.

  "Mmm," she said. "That was great."

  "And we're not done yet," Brett said hoarsely. He was still hard inside her, and she realized with a shock that he hadn't come yet. "God, you're beautiful, Catrina. And I love how responsive you are."

  He slid out of her, and she made an inarticulate noise of protest as he withdrew.

  "On your hands and knees," he commanded.

  She got to her feet, knees feeling a bit wobbly, and presented her backside to him, standing with her legs parted and bracing her hands against the back of the couch.

  Brett grabbed her hips with bruising strength and impaled her from behind, thrusting into her deep and hard. She panted at the sensation—he felt impossibly thick from this angle.

  He began to move fast, every hard movement hitting something inside her that set white-hot sparks of pleasure through her belly.

  "I've been wanting to do this ever since I chased you through the forest," he gasped as he rocked in and out of her.

  His callused hands slid around her to cup her breasts as his hard chest pressed against her back. He squeezed her soft flesh, then pinched her nipples, rolling them between his callused fingers with a merciless pressure that stopped just short of pain.

  "You like this?" he asked her.

  "God, yes," she answered. "Don't stop!"

  "Honesty in a mate is a good thing," he said with mock solemnity before redoubling his efforts and driving her to a second gasping climax.

  This time, he found his release too. He bit her shoulder as he shook and groaned, driving himself deeper inside her as he came.

  Catrina collapsed face-first into the couch cushions, and Brett went with her. He sprawled over her, panting and heavy with dense muscle and bone, his skin hot against hers.

  "We're not done yet," said Brett, his voice husky with desire.

  He rolled Catrina onto her back.

  Then he proceeded to devour her breasts, licking and biting them, drawing her nipples into his mouth with fierce suction, then nipping at them until they were hard, swollen, and exquisitely sensitized.

  Catrina arched and whimpered beneath his mouth.

  It seemed the leash on his self-control had finally snapped. And her desire rose like an inferno to welcome him.

  She squirmed against Brett, her breath sobbing in her throat, clawing at his back and shoulders as renewed arousal pulsed between her legs, hot and hungry.

  "You like it rough. I knew you would," Brett rasped.

  He slid back down to his knees, and an instant later, he plunged his face between her thighs once more.

  Catrina cried out and arched as his lips, tongue, and teeth began to administer the same rough caresses to her tender, swollen pussy that he had employed on her breasts.

  He licked and sucked and nipped ruthlessly at her clit as she writhed with the overwhelming sensations that he was inflicting and pulled at his hair, unsure if she was trying to push him away or pull him closer.

  She was close to coming again when he stopped what he was doing, moved up onto the couch, and lifted her onto his lap. His eyes never left hers as she reached for his reawakened erection, guiding it into herself.

  When he was all the way inside her, she arched her back, enjoying the feeling of being fully impaled on his hard length.

  Brett kissed her breasts, then drew her nipple into his mouth and used his tongue to caress the sensitized tip until her knees tightened around his hips and she squirmed against him, panting.

  His hands moved back to her hips. He lifted her, letting his cock slide partway out of her, then surged up powerfully to fill her again.

  Catrina cried out with pleasure, her fingers digging into the thick muscle of his shoulders as she responded to his movements, riding him.

  She caressed every part of him she could reach, running her fingers through his long golden hair, kissing his mouth, his nose, his eyes as she knelt astride his lap, her thigh muscles flexing as she rose and fell on his cock, meeting each of his thrusts with her own.

  Each wet stroke of his cock sliding against her clit wound her back up to climax.

  He seemed to know exactly what she needed, because his movements suddenly became shorter and faster, and the coil of pleasure rapidly tightened in her belly.

  She clutched at him as she fell over the edge once more, convulsing with a surge of pleasure that made her inner muscles squeeze him in a rippling hold.

  Catrina had never felt anything like this before, an orgasm that went on and on and seemed to come from her core in powerful waves.

  Brett tensed beneath her, and his rhythm faltered as he found his own release.

  In the aftermath, he kissed her, slowly and lovingly.

  "Ready for more?" he asked.

  Why hadn't she had sex with a Beast Warrior before? His stamina was amazing.

  But she already knew the answer. She hadn't wanted to have sex with any of the other Beast Warriors she knew. She wanted to have sex with Brett, and only Brett. Her sweet, amazing Yummy Cowboy.

  "I think I'm ready for as much as you want to give me," she challenged.

  He grinned and kissed her. "My sweet mate, you are every shifter's dream. What do you think about a New Year's Day wedding?"

  She laughed and arched against him. "I think that sounds great." Then she lowered her head to kiss him. "Now come here, Cowboy, and let me show you a good time."

  Epilogue – Reunited

  It was Christmas Eve, and the ranch house was filled with the mouthwatering scent of roasting prime rib mingled with a sharp, spicy fragrance of the decorated fir tree in the living room.

  "Is Brett here yet?" Rafe asked, sticking his head out from the kitchen. "And where did he go, anyway?"

  Catrina, who was helping Shannon set and decorate the table, shrugged. "He left me a note this morning about having to run an errand in Missoula, but no details."

  In fact, she hadn't seen her mate at all today.

  He had gotten up early and left the house before she rose, leaving her to breakfast alone. She had worked a shift at the fire department, but work had been very quiet, with only one call for a possible heart attack that had luckily turned out to be just a case of indigestion. She, Ebbe, Drake, and Dave had ended up playing cards for most of their shift.

  After work, she had returned home to change out of her work clothes and into a colorful knitted sweater and jeans. Then she had walked over to the ranch house with a case of California wines clinking softly in her arms.

  Rafe and Shannon were hosting Chris
tmas dinner, which Rafe insisted on calling Jólaften, and Catrina had offered to provide the wine.

  A consultation with the owner of Black Bear Beer and Liquor in town had resulted in a special order of California reds—bottles of old vine Zinfandel, a Meritage blend, Merlot, and Pinot Noir—along with sparkling wine for dessert.

  As she drove, she remembered a conversation the previous week when Rafe, his eyes twinkling with mischief, had offered—well, threatened, to be honest—to serve the traditional Scandinavian main courses of salted, dried mutton ribs with a side dish of salted, dried cod.

  Brett and Drake had both nodded enthusiastically at the suggestion as Catrina stared at them in horror.

  When Rafe had offered to cook Christmas dinner, she knew it wouldn't be her family's usual dinner of homemade tamales, roast turkey, and her mother's ensalada de Noche Buena, loaded with the colorful fresh fruit available year-round in Southern California.

  But this…!

  Luckily, Shannon had put her hands on her hips when Rafe began describing additional traditional Scandinavian Christmas dishes, like fermented trout and pickled herring.

  "Now, you're welcome to cook whatever you like, my love," she had said firmly, “but I'm warning you now that I'll be heading to the Sorrento for Christmas pizza because I can't abide the smell of fish these days." She had patted her rounded belly for emphasis. "And mutton's not much better, I confess." She shot Catrina a glance. "Are you with me, Catrina?"

  Before Catrina could answer, Rafe had heaved a melodramatic sigh. "All right, all right. Prime rib and Yorkshire pudding it is, with gingerbread for dessert."

  And Catrina had realized he had only been teasing about the mutton and cod, and she had breathed a silent sigh of relief. She would never have been rude enough to refuse Rafe's food, especially when he was making a holiday dinner, but prime rib sounded a hundred times better than the traditional Scandinavian fare.

  And the crisp, puffy Yorkshire puddings would be a real treat, especially when drowned in hot beef gravy.

  Now, a week later, Rafe frowned at Catrina's reply. "Well, will he be here in time for dinner? The Yorkshire puddings will collapse and get soggy if we have to wait for too long."

  Catrina shook her head helplessly. "I don't know. It depends on the road conditions, I guess."

  Rafe scowled. "I'm telling you now, if he's late, we're just going to go ahead and eat without him rather than ruin dinner for everyone." He huffed. "If he's lucky, I'll set aside a plate for him, but he'll have to settle for potatoes instead of the puddings."

  "His loss," Catrina agreed, but then she heard the welcome crunch of tires on snow outside.

  "Brett's here!" Drake called, somewhat unnecessarily, from the living room, where he and Dr. Joyce were busy wrapping the last few presents to put under the tree. "And he's brought guests."

  The front door opened.

  Catrina, who had headed down the hall to greet her mate, froze in shock when she saw the couple standing on the porch.

  They were both tall and dark-haired, bundled up in thick winter coats, hats, and scarves, and looked to be no older than her.

  A flood of memories hit her like a tsunami, and she swayed under their impact. Images and bits of conversation and emotions slammed through her, filling in some of the gaps created when Colonel Perry had sliced away bits and pieces of her in an effort to own her body and soul.

  "Papá! Mamá! What are you doing here?" she asked, shocked.

  "Catrina! Mi corazón!" Papá said in a choked voice.

  Mamá had tears rolling down her cheeks. "I always knew it wasn't true when they told us you were dead!"

  Then Catrina rushed forward and found herself smothered in her parents' embraces.

  To her surprise, she began to cry with relief and joy. She had resigned herself to never seeing them again, because it would have been too painful to go home and not be able to recognize or remember them.

  But Perry's dragon powers had their limits, it seemed.

  After many kisses and halting sentences that tried and failed to convey a decade's worth of news, Catrina looked up at Brett, who was still standing on the porch, watching the reunion with a wistful smile.

  "Thank you, my love. This is the best Christmas present I've ever received."

  He turned an appealing shade of red.

  "Come in, come in, and I'll introduce you to everyone," Catrina said, belatedly remembered that the front door was still open, and the temperature in the foyer was plunging.

  "Well," Mamá said with a sly sideways glance at Brett. "We've already met your mate, and I approve. Even if he is a bear."

  Papá shook his head wryly. "I guess he'll do for a son-in-law," he said, giving Brett a nod. "So when can we expect grandchildren, eh?"

  "Papá, we're not even married yet!" Catrina exclaimed, laughing. "But if you can stay through New Year's, we're holding the wedding at the courthouse then."

  Dinner was a truly happy occasion. All of the people she loved were seated around the big dining room table in the house that had become a second home to her, and Brett was at her side.

  Catrina was almost too overcome with emotion to eat at first, but the first bite of the meltingly tender slice of prime rib cured that.

  Later, when they were seated in the living room with sparkling wine, coffee, and plates of traditional Scandinavian desserts—the promised gingerbread, along with seven different kinds of Christmas cookies, Papá reached inside his jacket and brought out a flat box and a folded letter.

  "I brought something I thought you should have," he said to Catrina.

  She opened the box and saw the shining bronze-colored cross with a blue-and-white ribbon.

  It was her posthumously awarded Navy Cross.

  As she stared at it, Papá cleared his throat, unfolded the letter, and began to read from the citation that had accompanied her medal.

  It contained a concise account of a hostage rescue mission gone sour when one of the hostage-takers appeared wearing a suicide bomber vest. Catrina had apparently rushed the bomber and pushed him backwards into one of the open cells before his vest detonated, saving the lives of the hostages and her fellow Hostage Rescue Team members at the cost of her own life.

  She shook her head. She couldn't remember a thing about that day. Hearing Papá tell the story, it felt like something that had happened to another person.

  "… By her undaunted courage in the face of heavy enemy fire, and absolute devotion to her teammates, Chief Petty Officer Gonzales will long be remembered for the role she played in the Global War on Terrorism. Chief Petty Officer Gonzales' courageous and selfless heroism, exceptional professional skill, and utmost devotion to duty reflected great credit upon her and were in keeping with the highest traditions of the United States Naval Service. She gallantly gave her life for the cause of freedom,” Papá finished, his voice gone hoarse with emotion. He wiped at his eyes and looked at her. "We are all so proud of you, mi corazón."

  Catrina was aware of conflicting feelings—relief that she could finally remember her parents, disappointment that she still couldn't remember anything about her military career, and an odd emotion she couldn't describe. Closure, maybe?

  "What are you going to do now?" Brett asked cautiously into the silence. "Go home to Los Angeles? I could sell my share of the ranch if you want to move back to California."

  Everyone in the room tensed.

  Catrina shook her head. "Nothing's changed. I’m still officially dead—killed in action—remember?" It was a hard truth to face. "I had a funeral and a medal and everything. If I returned now, it would be…awkward. No, I think Chief Petty Officer Catrina A. Gonzales should rest in peace."

  She reached to take Brett's hand and smiled at him. "Not everyone gets a second—or even a third—chance. I'd like to take it with you…" She looked around the living room, at her mate, her new friends and her parents. "With all of you, here in Elysia."

  The End

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