He cupped her breasts, holding their plump weight in his palms. She leaned into his touch and his fingers tightened, making her groan. He ran his thumbs over her pearled nipples. She dropped her hands and dug her fingers into the coat covering his biceps. Stepping forward, he crowded her against the wall and realized he had on to many damn clothes. Pulling back, he shrugged off the heavy coat, letting it fall to the floor. She bent her leg, wrapping it around his thigh, pushing the Stetson from his head.
“Jagger, I hurt.” She panted the three words. Words that traveled straight to his cock.
Mate. Claim. Fuck.
For the first time in months, he was in complete agreement with his bear. He wanted the memories of this moment to make her wet every damn time she thought about it. Moving slowly, methodically, he pressed against the lush feminine woman in his arm, butting the mound between her legs with the bulge behind the zipper of his jeans. He pressed down hard and her breath grew shallow as he continued to rock against her pussy in a rhythm that left little doubt as to what he was about to do to her. “I’ll take care of you, baby. I’ll take real good care of you,” he finished with a growl.
“Too… many… clothes,” she gasped.
He grabbed the neck of her sweater and ripped it down the middle.
“Jagger!”
“Hush.” He placed a hard kiss on her pouty lips as he tore her bra in half. He pushed the cups aside so he could hold those beautiful breasts with nothing between them. His palms were hot as they engulfed her size. His thumbs brushed her nipples. Circled them, as his hips pushed into the cradle of her body. He rubbed her breasts with his palms and rubbed her with his cock. He bent his head to touch her with his mouth. Ally’s body jerked. He touched her nipple with his tongue, painted it gently with the wet tip. He slowly sucked it into his mouth. The tips of his fangs scraped over her nipple. Sensation waved through him. Heat and desire. She clasped his head between her hands, pulling him closer.
“Please, Jagger. Please,” she moaned.
This wasn’t enough for either of them. He needed to be inside her. Pushing down her leg, he found the fastener of her jeans, lowered the zipper, and divested her of the rest of her clothing in a matter of minutes.
Once he had her naked, he stepped back, but not far. “Turn around.”
She looked at him, her eyes glazed.
“Turn around.” This time the order was primal in its demand.
Ally had never seen Jagger so intense. Intent. Her breasts ached from his touch, her pussy soaked from the sensations of him rocking against her, but she was still hungry. So very, very hungry.
He kicked her feet apart making her lose her balance. She had to widen her stance or risk falling. The palms of her hands slid down the wall. His smoothed over her hips and down her bottom. His hand moved up her thigh to cup her between her legs.
“You’re so damn hot, baby. So damn wet.” He rubbed his fingers along her slit and she couldn’t contain the moan that rose inside her throat. Her breasts tightened as a wave of lust singed her. Every part of her throbbed and ached for him. He pulled his hand away and Ally wanted to protest. She jumped as his mouth covered her pussy from behind. Sweet heavens, she’d never heard of such a thing.
“Easy.” His hands tightened on her hips, holding her still. A low moan of response was wrenched from her as he suckled her nether lips and then parted them to invade her center.
How the hell was he doing that?
He licked and he sucked, using his mouth, his tongue… heaven help her… his teeth. He nibbled at her flesh before returning to stroking her with the flat, broad surface of his tongue. Over and over again, he tasted her, drinking up every drop of her nectar.
“More,” she panted as she pushed back against him. He growled and the vibration traveled through her body. She wasn’t a shifter, but something inside of her responded to the sound.
His hands moved to cup her ass, one cheek in each of his big hands. His thumbs found and stroked along the seam of her bottom, parting her cheeks and spreading her wide. She felt his tongue thrust inside her once again, thick and long and she lost it. Her release ran through her faster than a streak of lightning against the dark summer sky. She writhed in his hold, crying out as pleasure ripped through her body. He continued to thrust inside her, riding out her orgasm. “Enough, Jagger. Enough.”
She heard the sound of a zipper as it was lowered and then the hard, warm press of his back on hers, his cock a steel rod along the cheeks of her ass. Her pussy, just satisfied, clenched, anticipating the feel of him deep inside her. Need, need like nothing she’d ever felt before raced through her.
“I can’t resist you,” he said, his words so low she barely heard him.
“Why would you want to?”
“I’ll hurt you.”
“No, no you won’t.” She shook her head wildly, pressing back against him, hoping to force him inside her. “Don’t wait, fuck me now.”
He rubbed the swollen head along her slit, wetting the flesh. With his hand still wrapped around his cock, he eased inside, his fingers pressing open the lips of her pussy as he anchored himself inside.
“I will, baby. You know I will.” Even as he spoke, he was moving his hips, entering her with a hard thrust. He moved, spreading his hands along her shoulder blades, forcing her upper body down. His hands caressed her as his hips moved. Loud moans filled the room as he fucked her, hard and fast.
If he was hurting her, Ally thought, she never wanted him to stop.
Her blood hummed, her ears buzzed. “You will never hurt me.”
As if her words had freed something inside him, he released his bear. His hips slammed into hers and his fingertips dug so deep into the flesh of her hips she knew she would have bruises in the morning. The head of his cock hit that sweet spot deep inside her. He hadn’t removed his jeans and the rough denim chafing the back of her thighs added a layer of sensation to his rough taking.
Her body trembled and a flash of heat prickled across her skin from her head to her toes, then centered in her core. She could swear she felt the pulse of his cock as he moved inside her.
Jagger threw his head back and roared with his release as sensation after sensation traveled along his cock. He throbbed in her channel and his cum spurted inside her pussy, coating her womb with his warmth, with his seed. A picture of her, round and beautiful with his cubs flashed through his mind.
Mine. Mate. Claim.
He continued to thrust into her, continued to pour his essence inside her as he bent over her trembling body. Sinking his fangs into her shoulder, he marked her. Claimed her.
“Jagger!” His name was a ragged cry on her lips as her body shuddered beneath his. He worked his hips, moving in and out of her, feeling the walls of her pussy squeeze down on his cock with every contraction of her orgasm. He continued pumping, drawing out their climaxes until they were both satisfied.
Or as satisfied as he could ever be. He would always want her with a desperation he could never explain. Retracting his fangs, he licked the wound he’d made on her unblemished skin to help it heal faster. His mark would remain as a reminder that this woman belonged to his bear. He knew she had the courage and strength to be the mate of a bear–even one as contrary and hard to love as him.
“Are you okay?” he asked placing kisses along her back. He moved her hair at of the way so he could kiss the nape of her neck. “I didn’t hurt you?”
“Mmm, no.”
“Good.” he pulled himself out of her body slowly. He heard a soft gasp and knew while he may not have hurt her, her body would still pay the price for their rough loving. Turning her around, he took her mouth. He held nothing back, his mouth moving over hers, his teeth nipping at her bottom lip and his tongue thrusting inside. She matched his passion, tasting him, biting his lower lip, and moaning in his mouth as their tongues tangled together.
He ran a finger down her cheek and across her swollen lips. She leaned into his touch, love shining from her eyes.
To think, he had almost thrown this away. Stayed in the cold, dark place that had been his home for so many years. His breath disappeared and he couldn’t help pulling her closing. “You’re mine now, Ally.”
“I know.” She gave him such a tender smile he was almost afraid to say anything else. But she needed to know. If, if she couldn’t live with what they had done, she needed to leave now, now before… who the hell was he kidding? If she ever walked away from him, she would rip his heart from his body. Her hand caressed his chest, lingering over the brown nibs of his nipples. His cock, though just thoroughly satisfied, was still hard. It wouldn’t take too many of her caresses to bring the bear roaring back to the forefront either. And that’s what he’d been afraid of. Craving her touch and not having it. He knew now he’d take every day with her and consider it a blessing, a gift from fate.
“Then I guess we better do this right.” He straightened his jeans and picked her up to carry her in front of the fireplace. He wrapped her in the quilt she kept on top of the couch to snuggle beneath on cold winter’s nights, urging her to sit down.
Ally smiled in happiness as Jagger lit a fire. With the flames flickering and the lights of the Christmas tree twinkling and her pussy aching from Jagger’s love making… yep she was really, really happy. She watched as he bent over to pick up his discarded coat and hat. She licked her lips as his jeans tightened over his firm butt cheeks. When he turned around and walked back toward her, she opened the quilt wide, inviting him to her.
What he did next wasn’t at all what she expected. She let her arms drop slowly, the quilt falling off her shoulders as he knelt down on one knee. She realized he held a green velvet box in his hand.
“Ally, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife? You are my mate, forever and always bound to me and my bear, but I want everyone, human or shifter, to know that.”
“Oh, Jagger, you didn’t have to do this.” Ally covered her mouth with one of her hands, the over still clutched tightly around the edges of the quilt.
“Yes, yes I did. I do.” He smiled one of his rare smiles that could have melted her panties right off her, if she’d been wearing any. It did melt her heart just a little bit more. As she continued to stare at her, his smile faded. “Say something Ally. Say you’ll marry me.”
She took a deep breath, her heart beating with happiness. “I felt something for you the first moment I saw you. I am delighted to be your mate and I would be honored to be your wife.”
He took the ring from the box and slid it onto her finger, kissing it reverently. He rose to his feet. His jeans had slipped further off his hips, revealing the thatch of dark hair on his groin. The head of his engorged cock rose about the waistband. Wanting, needing. Just like her. She let go of her quilt and stood up, baring her body to her lover, to her bear.
“Kiss me, Jagger,” she asked, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling his face closer to hers. “Kiss me, my holiday bear.”
The snow continued to fall that night, cocooning the tiny town under a blanket of white. Inside the house, on the edge of the forest, a curvy schoolteacher and her big, grumpy bear made beautiful holiday memories to together.
The End
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Yuletide’s Eve…By Erika Masten
Curvy newcomer to the forest town of Evergreen, Eve Alfred isn’t a Hallmark holiday kind of girl. But it’s a darker sort of Yuletide tradition that has the girl running from faeries and The Wild Hunt and wondering just what kind of sacrifice they expect her to perform with town heartthrob—and werehorse—Tristan Destry.
Yuletide’s Eve
Erika Masten
Chapter One
Eve shook her head and vowed silently not to laugh despite Rina French falling in step beside her with a perfectly straight face and bright red Christmas garland wrapped numerous times around neck and wrists as scarf and cuffs. Reindeer sweater. Tiny bells on the redhead’s shoe laces. And Rina was rocking it all with a high fashion catwalk strut that belied the woman’s rounder figure—not unlike Eve’s—and decidedly kitsch couture.
“I get it,” Eve said, redirecting her gaze through the windows of the joint elementary and high school out at the rich green redwoods pressing in thick and close around the buildings. “Evergreen is, hands down, the Christmas capital of America. Of California, at least. At minimum, the whole of Kingswood National Park.” It was the only fully functioning town in the Kingswood, of course.
The redhead giggled. “I know you’re smiling, Evie. Stop fighting it. Give in.” Rina hurried two steps ahead to turn and face Eve, nearly making them bump into each other. “Come over, Eve Alfred,” she said in an eerie, affected voice. “Come over to the cheerful side. We have cookies, Christmas cookies.”
Huffing her breath out in offense, Eve said, “I am cheerful. I’m just not a holiday kind of person.”
Rina perked a dark red brow. “We noticed at Thanksgiving. No autumn wreath on your door. No paper turkeys taped to the window.”
That really made Eve laugh, and she skirted around her friend to keep walking. “I live two miles outside of town in the middle of nothing. Who’s going to see a Thanksgiving wreath on my door—or not?”
“I did.”
“That’s because you’re a stalker. Wasn’t it enough that you had your second graders make paper turkeys every single day of November until Thanksgiving recess? Finger-painted turkeys, construction paper turkeys, papier-mâché over balloon turkeys, pine cone turkeys, Styrofoam turkeys. Every shop window and every school window and every house in Evergreen was a turkey roost for a month.”
The schoolteacher nodded. “Except yours.”
“Exactly. Didn’t the lack of Halloween decorations give you the idea that maybe I’m just not—?”
“Not integrating well into Evergreen since you moved in last summer?” Rina suggested. “Not feeling comfortable enough yet to really open yourself up to your new friends and neighbors? Not dealing well with the sexual frustration of admiring Tristan Destry from afar?”
“Not really Children of the Candy Corn material. That’s what I was thinking.”
Rina sucked in air through her teeth. “Oh, too soon with the Tristan remark? That one smarted a bit, didn’t it? But, you know, like I’ve already said, it would be the simplest thing in the world to set you two up. And wouldn’t that be cute? The adorable new blond administrative assistant from the office and the handsome single social studies teacher who mysteriously keeps losing all his lesson plans and assignment sheets and has to ask her to do the copies over… and over… and over.” Rina’s tone there at the end took such a suggestive turn that Eve’s cheeks went hot with guilt over the Tristan Destry fantasies she’d been having for months now—far too obviously, she guessed.
The bubbly teacher unwrapped herself and started to pile the red tinsel garland onto the stack of papers bundled into Eve’s arms. “Here, you take this, just to start. There’s more in the supply room with ornaments and table runners. Gosh, yeah, there’s plenty.”
“Rina.” Eve tried to protest, shaking her head firmly no.
“You deck out your desk and maybe at least the entryway at your house.”
“Absolutely n—.”
“Oh, and your dining room. Homiest part of the house with the right decorations.”
“Why would I decorate my house for Christm
as when I didn’t for Halloween or Thanks—?”
Rolling her eyes, the redhead shouldered Eve as they walked. “Because it will really get Tristan in a ‘cuddle in front of the fire’ mood before you jump his bones.”
One of the classroom doors flew open just as the two women passed and just as Rina finished that thought. Just in time for Mrs. Holdan to hear that indiscrete final phrase.
“Girls,” the woman said with one pure white brow rising to a disapproving point under the swirls of her updo. Girls. That was what the most senior teacher at the school always called the younger women there, teaching staff and administration alike, and even the principal. Not ladies, girls. And everyone always deferred, including Eve herself. Eve had once started to wonder why they all put up with it, until she’d heard the lady address one of the male teachers—Mr. Lovell, the woman had said—and realized she’d rather deal with Mrs. Holdan’s matronly tone with the women than the imperious tone that cowed all the men.
“Your voices do carry in these hallways,” the matriarch not just of Evergreen School District but of the town itself reminded the women. “It’s distracting to the children, and I want them to finish their popcorn garlands to take home before we let out for Christmas break this afternoon.”
Sheepishly, both women nodded, and Eve leaned a bit to one side to glance into the classroom. It was a marvel, and she wasn’t just thinking of how warm and inviting the classroom was with all those wall hangings and rugs Mrs. Holdan had quilted and woven herself. Not a single child ever gave the lady a glare or a smart remark. Even the boys sat agreeably sewing colored popcorn blossoms onto heavy thread without complaint.
“Mrs. Holdan,” a voice said from behind them, and the office’s head secretary marched up the corridor toward them with a stack of gold and red flyers. Bertha, a stout-shouldered woman only softened by her tendency to always wear white, handed them to the elderly teacher. “The reminders about the Winter Carnival tonight in the commons.”
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