by Lynn Red
The second I heard him softly breathing, I fell apart.
“Where are you?” I asked. “How was it? Did you get everything taken care of? When are you gonna be back? I miss you!”
“It was good,” he said. His voice was soft leather, tinged with rough edges. “But being away from you isn’t something I want to do too often.”
Knock me over with a feather. I tried to answer that, but just kinda gawked for a second. Ash was many things, but smooth-talking was never one of his strong suits.
“I’m gonna tear you apart when I get home,” he said after another second’s pause.
“You’ll have to do it before I get the chance to rip you up,” I replied. “Assuming you got the okay from the doctors?”
His answer was a soft, rumbling laugh that got me all excited – for the sound he made as much as the response. “You look stunning,” he finally said.
I started giggling uncontrollably. “Thank you,” I said, “but how do you—”
“Look out the window.”
There, standing in the parking lot in dress blues with shiny black loafers, his hat under his arm, and a bouquet of flowers, was Ash.
If he were a force of gravity, staring at him with his bulging arms, that uniform, and the smile on his face, I’d believe he was a panty black hole. The wet heat from in my core struck almost instantly, and left my knees shaking just looking at him.
“Ash?” I asked, stunned. “I can’t...”
“Then don’t,” he answered. He tossed his shaggy hair and then ran his hand over it, smoothing it out of his face. “No words. Violet Larue,” he said. “My turn to talk.”
I opened my window all the way and dropped my phone with a soft thump on the carpet.
“You’re the most important person in the world to me.” With every breath, his chest flexed, and with every move he made his arms and neck tightened and relaxed. “I spent most of my life angry, full of rage, pointed at one person or another. But until you, no one has ever calmed me. No one has taken all the things I feel and made me realize... that I’m okay. That I’m good.”
“Oh, Ash,” I said. “You are good – you’re better than good, you’re—”
“My turn, remember?” He quirked one of his half-grins. “You can say whatever you want in about an hour and a half. That’s when I’ll be done with you.”
If I was all hot and bothered before, that got me blushing. “Okay,” I said, grinning.
“This is crazy,” Ash said. “And it might be stupid, but you know what? I’ve spent enough of my life worrying and panicking over things that never were to know that I regret chances I was too scared to make a thousand times more than I regret my mistakes.”
My heart was pounding in my chest. This sounded an awful lot like he was about to propose to me and that was crazy. It was absolutely nuts. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, but at the same time, when it’s right, there’s no reason to pretend it isn’t. My stomach did a flip, my hands were trembling, and... I’d never been happier in my entire life.
“Violet,” he said, in that voice – that gorgeous voice. “Will you... be my mate? My one and only? Will you be mine, and let me be yours? I don’t want anyone else, and I don’t think I ever have. You and only you. And me for you.
The tears running down my face made it really, really hard to say yes, but somehow, I managed.
For once, I really hated living in an apartment. I’m not much for cutting grass or fixing my own fusebox when it blows. But having to worry about my landlady living beneath me? Real bad when your mate is a giant bear with an appetite to match his looks.
Ash’s huge foot hit the bottom step up to my second story studio with a huge thump. I just knew that my landlady, who lived right underneath me, was going to throw a tantrum. The town alpha himself could pass an ordinance outlawing loud sex between the hours of three and five in the morning and I’d just take the ticket.
“I am never like this,” I said, taking a deep breath. “I mean I—”
I let out a loud “ooh!” as Ash slid his hands under my shirt as he lifted me off the ground and pressed me against the wall. His rough, callused palms rasped just right against my skin, making every inch of me prickle. “Are you sure you’re healthy enough for all this? I mean with those taped up ribs...”
“The doctors said it wouldn’t kill me,” he said, with a sly grin. “Something about you just makes me crazy. Something about that bright red hair of yours, or maybe it’s those big almond shaped eyes, or maybe it’s those gorgeous curves... I don’t know, but I’ve got it for you bad.”
In between hungry kisses, I wrapped my legs as far around his waist as I could, but it was like I was trying to straddle a horse. He was so big around that my knees barely went to the sides of his torso, much less all the way around.
I thumped against the textured wall in my living room and let out a pleasured yelp. I grabbed his hair, filling my fists with it and pulling on him, wanting nothing more than to feel him against me without a shred of dark blue police-issue rayon to keep our skin apart.
“Take off that shirt, officer,” I said with a gasp. “You made me crazy. This is your fault.”
He laughed as he grinded himself against my softest place. Ash’s thickness swelled and it was all I could do to keep from just throwing every shred of decency to the wind and falling on him.
“My fault huh?” he asked, kissing my chin, then my neck and drawing a breath from my lips. “None of this has anything to do with that perfect body of yours, huh?”
Perfect? Did he really just say that? I’ve been called a curvaceous pixie before but... perfect?
“Hey, I wasn’t the one who strolled up with a bouquet of flowers and made me the happiest fox on the planet.”
I stiffened up, holding his head an inch away from my neck. His seductively hot breath slid along my neck.
“What is it?” he asked. “Is something wrong?”
I felt him stir inside those straining uniform slacks. I tried to remember the last time I was this excited about anybody, about anything, but drew a total blank.
“I... no,” I said, shaking my head. “Nothing’s wrong, you just surprised me, is all. I’m just trying to keep up with my own brain.”
Ash shrugged. The muscles on either side of his head pulled his shirt up almost to his ears. God all mighty, I thought. What did I do to deserve this?
“I only say things I mean,” he said. “Never in the world has anyone made me feel like you. Why would I wait? Why would I keep pretending like I didn’t know you were the only one for me? Doesn’t make much sense, does it?”
“No,” I breathed. Ash pressed me up against the wall, throbbing in just the right places. He was so hot against me that I was almost ready to squeal or purr or bark or growl.
From the other end of the living room came a rhythmic thump-thump-thump.
Ash froze in place, which was just fine with me because he was pressed just exactly where I wanted him. Every time he breathed, he moved against me, pushing right in the center of my panties where I had long-since been embarrassingly warm.
“Shh!” he said, when I groaned at his pulsing. “What was that?”
It came again. Thump-thump-thump.
“What the hell is that noise?” he asked.
“Quiet up there!” Shouted Miss Whipplebottom. It sounded like she was yelling through a megaphone, which wasn’t really out of the question.
“How have you not noticed her? Every time you walk somewhere, she gets to banging on the ceiling. This might be the first time we were actually doing what she thought we were.”
I started giggling like crazy, and before long, Ash caught my condition. We were both biting our lips, trying our best not to enrage the landlady. Both of us were shaking, which meant that the gentle pulses of him against me were getting harder and harder to deal with.
“Should we stop?” he asked. Somehow I didn’t think he was serious. “I don’t want to piss off the landlord.”
Instead of answering, I reached down and ran my hand his entire length, or as much of it as I could. “If you think we’re stopping,” I said, “you’re crazier than me. And I’m a fox.”
Ash started shaking, either with excitement or with laughter, it was hard to tell, and before I knew it, long, hard hairs were coming out of his chest until he was covered with a wild, thick rug.
God I love my bears.
“Oh my God!” I gasped. “I thought you said you clippered!”
“These legs of yours,” he paused to thrust against me and inhale deeply. “They weren’t this hairy earlier.”
We had both gotten so wild that I managed to miss the beginning of my shifting. Ash filled his hands with my breasts, never once letting me off the wall. I was way, way past mewling by then. Throwing my head back and forth, my long red hair was all over the place. In my mouth, in his mouth, it didn’t even matter. Neither of us cared, we were both totally helpless to each other.
“Pull my hair,” Ash said. “Harder,” he was growling. “Pull it harder, God that feels good. I’ve wanted someone who could really stand up to me for a long, long time, and here you are.”
I craned my neck and slipped his earlobe between my teeth, nipping him softly.
“Oh those pointy teeth,” he groaned. “Do it again, but harder. Bite my neck.” He let a long, slow hiss escape his lips.
“I can’t take this anymore,” I whispered in his ear as Miss Whipplebottom hit the ceiling again and we both started laughing like dumb kids. “Can you... y’know, uh...”
Chewing on my lip, I looked down at Ash, who was staring up and me and breathing hard.
“You mean...?” he asked, like he almost didn’t believe it.
“Put me down,” I said. When my feet touched the ground, I immediately regretted having him let go of me, but I knew it would all be better in just a second.
His hands were trembling as he pushed my hair back behind my ears.
“How about getting that shirt off?” I asked him, and tugged the bottom of his uniform shirt out of his belt. “Maybe?”
Ash grabbed the collar and started to rip it before reconsidering.
“I’m not sure I want to pay for a replacement,” he growled. “Or have to explain why I need one.”
His chest flexed against me when he pulled me close again, but there was still one more problem. “My shirt,” I whispered. “Why did you leave my shirt on me?”
“Good question,” he said, grabbing my collar between his hands.
I couldn’t manage to raise a protest before he ripped my shirt straight down the middle and threw my bra across the room. “That was expensive,” I said with a smile.
“I’ll get you another one. Both, I guess, if I accidentally tore your bra too.”
I snickered. “If you’d torn that bra it would probably take two starting police officer paychecks to cover.”
Just as I finished, he pushed my head back with his, forcing my lips apart. With hungry gasps, we sucked at each other’s lips, swirled our tongues together, all while my nipples rubbed against his thickening chest hair, thrilling at his raw power.
“There so much I want to do to you,” he said, pulling away and sucking my lip between his teeth. “I don’t even know where to start.”
“I do,” I whispered, dropping to my knees.
Running my hands up his muscled thighs, I found his cock running partway down his leg, and cupped my hand around his tip. I rubbed a slow, hard circle, squeezing him through his slacks, and biting my lip to keep myself from squealing.
I imagined his heat and his strength; I imagined his teeth on my neck.
“Scratch me,” I whispered, as I slid his thick, hard, black belt open and grabbed his zipper. “Yes! Yes! Harder!”
At first, he was just tickling me, but when I fished his cock out of his trousers and slid my lips around his tip, he got more urgent the harder I sucked.
In slow rotations, I moved my tongue down him, then back up, tugging harder and harder all the time. He was too thick for my hands to go around by themselves, so I had to hold him between both hands, tugging, pulling, sucking as hard as I could.
“You’re so good, Violet,” he groaned, running his fingernails along my back and the fingertips on his other hand through my hair. “I’ve never felt... never...”
When I looked up, Ash’s mouth was hanging open. He was staring down at me. His eyes were glazed over, and he couldn’t manage to speak, but one thing he could do was grab the back of my head and push himself deeper into my mouth.
“Perfect,” he finally moaned. “You’re just...”
I heard his breath hitch in his chest and felt him squeeze my shoulder. “Wait,” he said with a little laugh. “We have all the time in the world, no reason to be in such a hurry.”
Ash grabbed the base of his cock and pulled away, sliding it out of my lips. As soon as he was gone, I was aching, yearning to have him back.
“You’re not the only one with some ideas,” he whispered, leaning me back and crouching in front of me. “Every kiss,” he said. “Every single kiss I’ve ever given you has been the most important of my life.”
As he trailed his fingertips around my puckered nipples, Ash slid a hand underneath me and helped me ease out of my skirt, and the wet panties underneath. Gripping them in his fist, he brought the bunched up cloth to his nose, inhaled deeply and sighed.
He gave me another most important kiss of his life behind one ear, and then the other, nuzzling me gently. With my legs stretched out in front of me, I felt his long, thick heat against my thigh, and then going deeper. His tip, still wet from my mouth, stroked up and then down me.
I tried to push my hips forward and dip him inside, but he pulled back. “Not yet,” he whispered. “Soon, but not just yet. There’s something I want to do to you first.”
The short, thick carpet on my floor made little noises when Ash rolled me backwards on it and pushed my knees apart. Starting at my knees, he licked tiny circles and then sucked my skin, going from the left leg to the right, back and forth, closer each time to my aching sex.
“Don’t make me wait,” I whispered, pleading with him for the kisses to be between my legs. “I want you so bad that I can taste it.”
“You’ve waited this long, haven’t you?” Ash asked, sliding his tongue down one side of my folds and back up the other, teasing me with little wiggles of it as he went.
That did it. I grabbed his hair and shoved my hips forward against his face. Instead of fighting me, he pushed his tongue straight into me, working it back and forth and then in a long, slow circle inside me.
Seconds later, as I was trying to catch my breath from the initial shock of pleasure, he slid a finger into me, in between hungry licks. Curling it against the sweet, thrilling place right inside me, I could hardly keep myself from writhing all over the floor.
The hand that wasn’t inside me slid up my body, and a finger hooked in my mouth. Trembling, I wrapped my lips around first Ash’s thumb and then two of his other fingers. Seconds later, he grabbed my breast hard, squeezing and flicking his fingertips over the top of my prickled nib.
“I can’t... oh my God, Ash, this is so good,” I groaned. “How can you make me feel like this?”
“Because we were made for each other,” he said, lifting his face from my sex with a sucked kiss. “Because without you, I don’t have any reason to live. Because you make me whole.”
By the time his tongue was back against me, and his fingers were churning and pumping and stretching me, I had laid my head back on the floor and let myself get carried away in a drifting, floating cloud of ecstasy.
“If... if we have so much time,” I said, “why can’t we just keep doing this over and over instead of dragging this time out forever?”
“I want it to be special,” he said. “I want it to be perfect.”
I craned my neck up and grabbed his face, forcing him to look at me. “It already is,” I said, caressing
his cheek with my fingertips. “Nothing will ever come between us. Don’t ask me how, but... I just know it. I know this is right, Ash. Don’t make me wait to feel my mate inside me.”
Another finger joined the first in me. He rotated them opposite each other, stretching them deeper.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, as he adjusted his position and I felt the heat from his tip between my knees. “If I do, just say so, and I’ll stop, okay?”
I nodded, but somehow didn’t think that was going to happen.
Arching my back, and working my legs around his waist, I urged Ash closer to me. I reached down and grabbed him, sliding my hands up and down his length as far as they could go, and guided him to my ready entrance.
“Please,” I whispered. “Please let me have all of you.”
His tip pushed my folds apart and slid inside effortlessly. I took a deep breath, and grabbed Ash’s huge shoulders.
“Is this okay?” he asked.
“Oh my God is it ever,” I smiled up at him. “This,” I gasped at a gentle thrust, “is everything I’ve ever wanted.”
Ash braced himself on his hands and pushed a little deeper, forcing me to take another breath. The pain between my legs barely lasted a few seconds before I was overwhelmed with incredible, beautiful, body-filling warmth.
By the second stroke, I was gone.
The carpet against my back rubbed hot and sweet and rough. Ash’s hands on my sides, then on my face, then on my breasts had me moving my hips, swaying back and forth to get him as deep as I could.
For a few moments we moved just like that – me bucking against him, his lower abs grinding against my clit, and his cock driving deeper and deeper with each wonderful thrust.
“Be...hind,” I gasped, forcing myself to speak as his thickness filled my body and his warmth filled my heart. “Take... me...”
Ash let out a loud groan as he pulled away. Without a word, he grabbed my wrists and turned me around. I reached out, grabbed the side of the couch and looked back as he pushed in.
I was sailing. As he stretched into me, I felt like we were one being with two bodies. I felt the beating of his heart; I felt the rise and fall of his breathing when he fell onto my back, driving ever deeper.