by Mason, Marie
He grinned up at her, still lounging between her legs, his fingers brushing the inside of her thighs as she fell back to earth. Suddenly she was overly aware of the satin beneath her back and the warm touch of his hands. She felt decadent and sexy. She lay naked on his king sized bed, her legs spread wantonly while he was fully clothed with all his body parts still hidden.
“Are you ready for round two?” He’d moved up her body, the rough fabric of his jeans rubbing against her still over sensitive opening. He soothed back her damp hair and kissed her hot cheek.
“I’m sorry if you didn’t think I wanted you from the very moment I saw you. Hell, from the moment I walked into the restaurant and smelled your heavenly scent I wanted to throw you over my shoulder and bring you to my bed.”
He ground himself against her. “I should have slung you over my shoulder like I did tonight. Brought you here and claimed you.”
She stroked his shoulders. “No. I wouldn’t have believe you meant it then, either. I would have thought you were just looking for a good time. A one-night stand with your blind date.”
“And now?”
“I could love a man like you,” she said softly. Her eyes held all the love she felt for him.
Quinn briefly closed his, sending a heartfelt prayer to his creator. Thank you. He didn’t know who or what controlled the hands of fate. He was just grateful he’d been given this gift. The gift of Paige. He raised her left hand and pressed a soft kiss to her palm. “Could you really love me, Paige?”
He'd never felt so vulnerable in his life. Not when he’d been eighteen, in shifter form and confronted with an angry male grizzly for the first time. Not when he’d fallen thirty feet from a forty story building on his first construction site. His lifeline had held, but snapped after his initial fall, dropping him the rest of the way. A human would have died or suffered massive injuries. He knew he’d survived both incidents, the wiser and better. He’d still felt the fear under the adrenaline rush. His father had told him only a foolish man, or shifter, didn’t feel fear when faced with a life or death situation. Now, looking into the face of the woman he loved, he felt that fear as he waited for her answer. Life without Paige would be a walking, waking death.
“I do love you, Quinn.” Her eyes became a little sad as she continued. “Bears don’t always mate for life. How can you be sure I’m the one?”
“It’s true sweetheart, some bears don’t mate for life. Some bears aren’t selfish enough to wait for their true mate. Just like humans, they settle for someone they respect and admire, not someone that sets their soul on fire. I don’t want that, Paige. I am a selfish bear. I want the person who completes me. Who is the other half of my soul.”
The expression in his eyes bold and passionate and just a little bit nervous. She’d never seen her seven-foot bear so unsure of himself. Or so out of humor. “Damn it, Paige. Don’t make me sound like a Hallmark card, tell me you’re mine. Forever.”
She smoothed the hair from his forehead. “You tell me first,” she teased her grumpy bear. She had no doubts now. She didn’t know how to explain the feeling that had settled inside her when Quinn had picked her up and carried her out of his parent’s house. She’d become dizzy, her world spinning around her. She’d felt the animal inside him reaching out to her. At the first touch of his hand, the sensation had stopped, his touch becoming her anchor. Their touch, both the man and the animal.
Inside her, a heavy burden had lifted. The doubts she’d carried about her weight, her worth, melted away and she knew she’d never feel that way ever again.
“I’ve been telling you for days, Paige. Every time I touched you or kissed you or fucked you. I love you, woman.” His voice had risen until he was shouting.
“And I love you.” She’d loved him even before she’d met him. The idea of him calling to her.
Quinn’s mouth found hers, eating at her lips, trying to absorb her inside. He wanted to affirm everything he said. If she didn’t believe his words, he’d prove it with his touch. He couldn’t stop kissing her and only stopped when he had to come up for air. Then he still couldn’t stop tasting her, covering every inch of her face and neck with open mouthed, hungry kisses. “Do you know what it did to me to see you with that baby in your arms?”
She shook her head.
“It made me want to plant one inside you, Paige. Deep, deep inside.”
He moved away and she heard the soft rustle as he removed his clothing. He retrieved a condom from the nightstand and held it out to her. “Your choice.”
Paige she felt her body opening up to him as if to receive his seed and knew her answer. “Then I say no. Just you. And me.”
The hard ridge of his cock pressed into her lower tummy as he came back to her. She knew he would always come back to her. The man wanted her. Loved her. That knowledge gave her an indescribable confidence. She moved her hips, spreading her legs wider. He accepted the invitation, groaning, his fingers digging into the top curves of her bottom, forcing her closer.
The perfection of her body held him spellbound. She’d deny it, still believing most men wanted the slender svelte look. Not a shifter. And certainly not a bear shifter. She was the very essence of life, a woman who would cradle his seed deep inside her, protecting his cub. His hands trembled as he held her legs apart. He cursed his own lack of control. Seeing her, knowing he was going to empty himself deep inside, that he would touch her womb, made him shake. He drove deep in her, bellowing with pleasure at the slick tightness of pussy as she accepted him in. She arched and met him thrust for thrust, crying out as the need grew inside each of them.
He watched as he took her, his cock driving in and out, seeking the warmth, then retreating. Heaven. Hell. He felt his back arch, felt the partial shift coming on. He knew they were both ready. Ready to hear the words of mating, feel the sensations as their bond formed. “Open your eyes, Paige. Watch me. Mate with me,” he whispered as he thrust inside her one last time, emptying his seed into her receptive body and plunging his elongated teeth deep into her shoulder.
Paige screamed as Quinn bit her shoulder. Not in pain, but in pleasure so delicious she thought she felt the stars fall from the sky and the world explode around her. He drove inside her over and over then with one final thrust she felt the warmth of his cum shoot inside her.
Paige came back to awareness with the feel of Quinn still inside her. He moved slowly, stirring the barely banked fire inside.
“Quinn. Please.” She clutched at his shoulders, her pussy refusing to let him go. He moved his hips in shallow thrusts, trying to bring her down from the high caused by his bite.
“Now you need to mark me.”
“What?”
“Just put your mouth on me and bite,” he urged.
“Where?” she whispered, her voice filled with trepidation.
“Anywhere you want, sweetheart.”
She raised one eyebrow. “Anywhere?”
He laughed, surprised he could feel so lighthearted at such a serious time. “Well, I’d prefer to be able to use my dick afterwards, but if that’s where you want to…”
“Don’t tempt me, bear,” she warned. “If you had been a better communicator, I would have known we were mates days ago.”
That brought him up short. He pushed the hair back from her forehead, her mass of lovely brown curls a tangled, wild mess that looked beautiful on her. His mate. A mate he’d almost lost before he’d ever had her. “I’m sorry, Paige. I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll let you make it up to me.” He heard her sassy comment and thought he’d never felt so good. He was wrong of course. Good was a mild emotion compared to what she did to him next.
“Okay, if I’m going to do this, I’m going to do this right.” She pushed at his chest, forcing him to roll off her and out of her. Something his bear didn’t like. Neither did the man. Quinn allowed it, curious to see what his little mate was up to.
“Lay down,” she ordered.
Quinn
shifted until he was lying flat on his back. She was on her knees beside him. When she curled her hand around his rigid cock, he had a moment of panic. She must have seen the brief hint of trepidation in his eyes, because she laughed.
“Don’t worry, lover boy, that’s not where I’m going to mark you. I want you fully functional for the rest of the night, too. I am, however, going to give you a little payback. Plus, didn’t you say something about ordering me to my knees…”
Before he could respond, she bent her head and took him in her mouth. She didn’t stop with just the head of his cock. No, the woman continued to engulf him in her warm heat until he was pressed against the back of her throat. She swallowed and his hips bucked off the mattress. “Damn it, Paige,” he cursed.
She fluttered her eyelashes and looked up at him. Then swallowed again, adding a hum to the unbelievable sensation that had his eyes crossing. He gripped the back of her head. “Do it again.” His voice had lost nearly all of its human quality. He thrust his hips up, forcing her to take him deeper. This time when she swallowed he felt the cum rising inside him. The primal sensation that formed at the base of his spine was different than anything he’d ever felt before. His bear merged with the man. Shit, he hoped she was ready for the animal she had unleashed. He tore her off of him, his cock red and pulsating from her touch. He forced her to straddle his legs. As he parted her thighs, his cock nudged the entrance of her drenched pussy. “Sit.”
Her eyelids flickered at his command as she obeyed. She leaned forward, bracing her hands along his chest. He kept his hands on her thighs, his fingers, tipped with sharp claws, dug into her soft flesh, keeping her legs spread. He knew he would leave scars and he didn’t care. The mating urge was upon him and he couldn’t stop it. He didn’t want to stop it. He wanted to flood her womb with his seed and make her his. Forever.
She lowered her body, taking the swollen head inside. They both groaned as her heat surrounded him. The expanded width of his cock stretched her opening. The animalistic urges swamping his senses didn’t allow for gentleness. He thrust his hips up, arching deep inside her. She whimpered.
“Hush baby. You can take it.” He fed her another inch and she allowed herself to relax, her body’s weight forcing him deeper. He was buried halfway inside heaven. He cupped the back of her thighs right above her knees and tugged. The movement caused her to sink even deeper on his throbbing cock. He was almost all the way inside. “Just a little more, sweetheart.” He bent his knees and spread his legs then thrust all the way home. She screamed and he felt her convulse around him. The rippling sensations of her pussy were almost his undoing. He held on to his control by a thin thread.
“Claim me,” he ordered, drawing her forward until her lips touched the sweat slickened skin of his chest. Her mouth opened and the sharp sting of her teeth as she marked his flesh almost sent him over the edge. He held her mouth to his chest and pumped up inside her hard and fast until she was climaxing again as she took him for her mate. As she came back down, they looked at each other. He knew his eyes were a golden brown, his bear present in the moment. Her eyes were bright with unshed tears. “Did I hurt you, Paige? Please tell me, I didn’t,” he whispered against temple before kissing away her tears.
“No, you didn’t hurt me.” She folded herself against him and they both breathed hard and fast. As their breathing slowed, his cock continued to throb, wanting relief again. It jerked inside her, reminding her that this was not over. “What now?” she whispered.
“Now it’s my turn.” He quickly flipped them over, his large body covering hers, his cock still buried deep inside. He made a half-hearted thrust, knowing if he did anything more he’d come gain. He was right on the edge and he didn’t want to fall off just yet. He kissed her deeply, their tongues mating. She tasted so damn sweet. Not as sweet as her pussy, but pretty close.
His bear had calmed somewhat, the mate mark having reassured the beast. The night was not yet over. The claiming not complete. He withdrew from her body. He’d never been so big, felt so full before. Turning her swiftly, he brought her to her knees. When she rose to leverage herself on her arms, he ordered, “Down.”
His vision started to blur again as he placed his hand between her shoulder blades and forced her body into submission. The scent of her release rose from her body, calling forth the bear again. Mate. Claim. Fuck. He couldn’t speak or he would have warned her what was about to happen. He hunched over her body, one hand feeding himself inside her as the other kept her body bowed before him. Even after their joining, the way inside was strained. His mate had claimed him, making him longer and thicker. Her slight whimpers of pain tore at the man’s heart, but the animal snarled in approval. Dominance. Strength. Force. It was all the animal knew. Quinn had done everything that he could to prepare her for this moment. “Oh God, Paige, please baby. Take me inside.”
He knew the still functioning reasoning part of his brain would have stopped if she had shown any signs of resistance. He felt her body relax at his words, softening in order to accept his size. He ground himself inside her, forcing his thickness inside until he bottomed out at the end of her cunt. He wouldn’t last long. He straightened back up. The hand he’d used to force her down pulled her arm until her body was parallel to the bed. He wrapped the fingers of his other hand in the silky locks of her hair. The hold immobilized her as he pounded inside. He saw her breasts bounce and sway from the rhythm of his fucking. Her face was flushed. She had never looked so beautiful. And she was his. All his. He wanted to do this forever. As he rode her, his bear rose to the forefront, ready to claim his mate.
He lowered them both to the bed, still thrusting deep inside her. With the hand in her hair, he pulled her head back, revealing the smooth, gorgeous line of her neck. “Now, Paige. Now I make you mine,” he growled as his teeth elongated, cutting through his gums. He bit deep into the side of her neck, marking her for all eternity. As he felt her sweet blood rush into his mouth, his body released his seed, sending it blasting deep inside her womb. The man and beast marked the woman as theirs.
Quinn had branded her, and she was his. Filled with Quinn, filled with abandon, Paige’s world turned upside down, then righted itself quickly, him as her true north. She felt Quinn’s bear as he released inside her. As he took her, branding her with his animal, his power amazed her, overwhelmed her, thrilled her. Her arms trembled and her whole body shook with passion. If asked later she would swear she felt it, the small beginning of life as they came together, male and female. She was his. And he was hers.
Their pleasure continued to roll over them. He released his hold on her neck and gently guided them downward, his cock still releasing small bursts of cum. They spooned on the bed, his arms wrapped around her, his hands on her belly. With any other man she would have protested. But how do you protest when the man who had just taken you, marked you as his, wanted to stroke the soft flesh of her stomach?
You didn’t. Why? Because it didn’t matter. You knew, in that deep, dark part of your soul where every negative thought had ever been born, you knew he loved the valley and curves. You knew he loved you.
“Okay?” he whispered in her ear.
“Perfect,” she purred, clenching her pussy around his cock. “Absolutely perfect.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR…
Marie Mason has always known, somewhere deep in her soul, that being a writer was what she was born to be. Thanks to the new and exciting world of self-publishing, Marie was finally able to make her dream come true. Part two of the dream is to be a full-time writer, spending the wee hours of morning creating new and exciting characters for her readers. That part might take a little longer. If you’d like to contact her with a comment or suggestion, her email is mariemasonwriter@yahoo. Com or you can find her on Facebook.
SEASON OF THE WOLF
A BBW HOLIDAY ROMANCE
The curvy woman stepping off the red, two-engine plane wasn't just a Christmas guest, she was his fated mate...
Wolf shift
er, Jason Dupree had returned to his hometown of Winter, Montana, to take the position as head enforcer of his pack and sheriff for the small mountain town. Snow was not his favorite thing. When his sister asks him to pick up her Christmas visitor while the white stuff is falling, he is not a happy wolf. The woman is working on her Ph.D, in of all things, the sexual habits of wolf shifters. In ordinary circumstances, Jason would have been delighted to help her with her research. But, he's suffered injuries that almost proved fatal, even for a wolf.
Priscilla Johnson had never had a satisfying sexual encounter and didn't believe in the instant attraction wolf shifters purported to feel for their chosen mate. Ever since an unexplained encounter with a pack of wolves when she was younger, she'd felt drawn to the beautiful animal. When she discovered that shifters do exist, and that they, too, mated for life, she had the perfect subject for her doctoral thesis.
Caught in a snow storm, Jason must use all his shifter strength to keep them both alive. While taking refuge in a small cabin, he must convince the disbelieving woman that fated mates do exist and that she now belongs to him-heart, body, and soul.
What better way convince her than to let her experience the sexual appetite of a wolf shifter when he finds his true mate.
EXCERPT FROM SEASON OF THE WOLF
“Look, I’m sorry I got upset. This wasn’t how I was planning on spending my Friday night.” He wasn’t about to tell her the truth—that the thought of being snowed in with her was about to drive his wolf insane. He glanced at her afraid to take his eyes of the road for very long. She sat very still, gripping the edges of her seat.
“I, umm.”
She licked her lips and he just about forgot everything. The snow. The treacherous road. His own damn name. He mind filled with the image of her on her knees, the tip of his cock nudging its way inside of her mouth.