James trailed his fingers up her thigh, begging her to open wider with his touch, and whispered, “Open for me.”
She did as instructed and let her legs fall wide apart, letting him truly see all of her. He looked his fill before sliding a finger into her opening, testing to see how moist she was. She was absolutely dripping but even that wasn’t enough for him. Leaning down he let his tongue slide up her slit, concentrating on her clit as her hips jerked in reaction.
He played his hands over her stomach, up to her breasts, and squeezed her nipples tightly until her hips moved again, thrusting into his open mouth. Becky moved beneath him, unable to stop the movements of her hips as she begged him for more.
Her eyes closed. In theory she was shutting out the black sky and bright stars, but she could still see them, still see him with his tongue buried within her folds, pushing her higher and higher until she burst. Her hips thrashed as she moved against his face, his fingers inside of her curling into her, pounding into her to drag her pleasure out even more.
She cried out as she came, her pleasure filling the night air with moans and sighs now turned into cries of joy. She’d never felt like this before; never had this experience before, though she’d had sex before. It just hadn’t ever felt this fucking unbelievable. She wanted to return the favour, but he was inside of her before she could speak again, his cock stretching her pussy wide with its width.
She cried out again and again as he thrust into her, lost in him and the sounds he made. Her earlier drunkenness was gone, replaced with the sheer high of fucking James.
“You feel so good Becky, wrapped around my cock, squeezing it like that. Oh fuck, I want to be inside of you forever!” His words thrilled her but she wanted more. Always more.
She pulled away from him, pushing him down on the blanket so that she could take him inside of her again. She gasped as she sank onto him, his cock opening her even wider this time, and slowly started to move, building a rhythm that pleased them both. She leaned forward on her arms kissing him deeply as she moved, letting him fill his hands with her breasts. He flicked her nipples, sending sparks straight to her pussy, and moaned against his full sweet lips. Her movements became frantic, her ass grinding into him as she started to cum again. Wanting him to cum with her, she tweaked his nipples again, sitting up so that he could do the same and they exploded together, their cries breaking the silence of the night.
She slumped against his chest, spent and exhausted now, but her body was not done yet, waves of pleasure still flowing through her. She could feel James’s cock still pulsing inside of her, filling her full of his seed. She wasn’t worried, she was on birth control and he’d told her earlier that werewolves didn’t get human diseases so she knew they were both safe there too.
The ability to form words was slowly returning and Becky lifted her head to look at James. “That, my tall one, was incredible!”
“Yes, it was, thank you my darling, shall we move into the tent now?” James suggested. “I don’t want you getting eaten alive by bugs.”
“Only if I can spend the night kissing you until the sun comes up. Otherwise I’m not letting you up!” she said, her words muffled against his chest.
“I think that can be arranged, Becky. I have a few things in mind for the night myself.” He pulled her up and carried her to the tent, looking around once more before zipping the enclosure shut, always aware, always vigilant and watchful for this woman that was quickly becoming the world to him.
Chapter 4
Over the next few days James and Becky explored the countryside, learning the place and each other well. James could sense the other wolf but the creature never came close enough to be a danger. He knew it was male, and bound to have black hair, but that was all. The presence of the other wolf kept James secretly on edge. He knew he could protect her if it came back, but was made nervous at the thought.
They spent the days exploring the countryside while they spent the nights exploring each other. James coaxed her into telling him the fantasies she’d always had, and planned on making a few come true. For now, though, he was happy enough to just have her with him, fulfilling every wish he could for her. Tonight, their third night together, he was planning on taking her even further than he had already. He’d run into town to buy a few necessary items. On his way back when he sensed the wolf, but this time he was far too near Becky.
He sped up on the bike, pushing the machine to go as fast as it would. He knew he may get pulled over, but he also knew he couldn't stop until he knew Becky was safe. Desperation set in as his fear deepened. He wasn’t sure what was happening, but he could sense Becky’s fear as well now. He sped through the hills, hoping he’d get there in time.
Becky had been preparing for the night to come, getting tea ready and washing up as well as best she could with her limited resources. James had brought up extra water, and she was making full use of it. She rinsed the buckets, and fear struck as she heard a growl behind her.
Turning, she quickly ran for the car, always unlocked now, and made it inside just as the creature pounced on the hood. It growled but did not move, settling on the hood instead to watch her. It was waiting her out, Becky thought, waiting until she had to come out then it was going to pounce. She noticed its eyes were green, a familiar green that she could not place. Looking closer she spoke as she realized who the shifter was.
“Dr. Kade? What the hell?” She hit the dashboard of the car, angry beyond words now. The animal growled deeper, a malicious hatred shining in its eyes. Snarling it jumped from the hood, as if something had caught its attention. She realized it was James, and screamed as the creature launched itself at the man she’d come to care so deeply for in such a short time. The last few days had been filled with wonder for Becky, a time of great joy, and a happiness unlike any she had known before. Now this creature was here to try and take it from her, and she was simply not going to have it!
She picked up a piece of wood as the creature attacked James, forcing him from his bike, which landed on top of him. Becky screamed watching as James’s head bounced against a rock. Her scream of rage, fear, and pain filled the air as she launched herself at the creature, bringing the wood down hard on its head, the creature’s movements stopping instantly.
Becky ran to James, the wood safe beside her, and pulled him from under the bike. He came to as she patted his face, begging him to wake up. She smiled through tears as relief filled her when she saw his yellow eyes were dilating fine and he could move. He smiled back, asking her what had happened.
“I think the bad wolf is Dr. Kade, he’s over there now. I’m not sure if I killed him or not,” Becky gasped as she looked over to see the wolf had shifted back to its human form and it was Dr. Kade. He was also awake, moving slowly to the couple.
“You two! You’ve destroyed everything!” The man moaned out to them.
“What are you talking about? You sent me here!” Becky replied back, anger spitting from her voice.
“Yes, for myself! Your mother promised you to me back when I was a drug dealer in college, she swore I could have you in payment, and I’ve waited all of these years to collect on that debt. Then you come up here with this mongrel! You both have to pay now!”
Dr. Kade picked himself up and darted over to James, who quickly shifted and attacked as a wolf himself. The fight didn’t last long, James quickly had the doctor pinned beneath him, the black creature’s throat in his jaws. The men growled and spitted, and Dr. Kade swiped at James with a long claw, hoping to disembowel him. James twisted his muzzle, the movement snapping Dr. Kade’s neck quickly, ending the man’s movements and his life.
Becky was in shock, and amazed as Dr. Kade’s body disintegrated into dust that blew away on the wind.
“Is that going to happen to you?” was all she could think to say as James shifted back to human form, running to her to embrace her in a tight hug. Tears were streaming from her eyes and she was shaking uncontrollably. He made comforting sounds,
leading her to a chair and handing her a bottle of beer as he did so.
“Yes, it will, but not for a long time darling, not for a very long time.”
“Can we leave this place, James, tonight? I need a bed, a bath, and time to think. My mother, James, he’s the drug dealer my mother promised me to. Well, he was. All these years, all this time I thought he was my friend and he was just waiting for me, to get me alone! I bet he even bought this place to keep me secluded.” Becky was on the verge of hysteria. Noticing her panic, James made her take another drink before he spoke again.
“I don’t know what his plans were, my love, but it’s all done now, and this will never happen again. He’s gone now.” James kissed her cheek as he knelt in front of her, not wanting to push her for now.
“I don’t know how I’m going to go back to work now. There will be inquiries, questions.”
“Shh, darling, don’t worry over any of that," James soothed her. "You’ll never have to work again now. Unless you want to of course. That’s up to you, but you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to ever again.”
“But I worked hard for it all--" she started as James interrupted her.
“I know you did but now, you need time to relax darling, you need room to think, room to heal. You can’t do that there. Come with me, I’ll take you to my house. It’s warm and cosy and I’ll build us a fire.”
“That actually sounds very good. Yes, please," she whimpered.
He wrapped her in his arms and carried her to his bike, helping her to get on as he drove them into the night, to his house, his own refuge.
Two weeks had passed, and they’d moved all of Becky’s belongings into James’s house. She’d worked her two weeks notice at work while avoiding questions and inquiries, and they were both happily ensconced in the new bed James had had ordered. A dark mahogany Goliath the bed was part of Becky’s fantasies, with four posts and white curtains hanging from all sides. Egyptian cotton sheets and a very expensive duvet finished the bed off in white, crystal clean loveliness. Becky was so happy she was giggling like a 12 year old.
“Oh James, this is beautiful! I love it!” she squealed out for the fifteenth time, burrowed deep into her pillows in a long white gown that reached to her knees. It was designed to be sweetly sexy, and James thought it achieved that goal. He also thought it would look better on the floor.
Reaching into a nightstand he pulled out two objects, and watched as her eyes grew wide. They’d discussed this several times and it always drove her over the edge. He pulled her to her feet, took her to the end of the bed, and pulled the gown off of her. Becky’s giggles had stopped now, desire and curiosity taking their place.
“You have been asking for this my love, so now I’m going to give it to you,” he whispered against her neck, her breath trembling in her throat.
“Oh, yes please,” was all Becky could make out. She held her arms out before her, but he turned her around to face the bed, wrapping one silk scarf around her left wrist and tying that off on a round hook that was cleverly disguised in the woodwork. He then did the same process with the right arm, until she was well secured on the bed frame.
“Now, any time you want to stop you say laptop, alright? I’ll stop immediately and let you free,” James instructed.
“Laptop, got it,” she repeated back.
“Now, this is the blindfold, I’ll only leave it on until you say to take it off.”
As he spoke his hand landed on her bottom, a sweet sting burning through her body as his hand struck her gently. Not a hard slap, not an insulting slap, just something to bring the blood rushing to her skin. His hands moved to her breasts, kneading the plump flesh there, her nipples standing to attention.
She heard soft music begin to play, slow and sensual, and it added to the effect. Her body was humming already! She braced herself, preparing for whatever came next. She felt soft leather then, falling across her bottom and her back, again, not stinging only meant to entice her. It did entice her; it drove her mad wanting more. She wanted more stings, to feel the sting burning into her body and into her pussy.
Becky whimpered as the slaps stopped, wanting more. She felt something being clamped over her clitoris, which was now throbbing between her legs. The contraption brought intense pleasure to her, though she could not see what it was, and she squirmed against her restraints, her pleasure building but needing more. James then placed silver clamps on her nipples with bells on the bottom for weights. Every moment she made caused the bells to tinkle.
She groaned, asking for more, whispering her desires into the air urgently, over and over again.
James loved the way she looked; tied to the bed, her long black hair flowing down her back, her white breasts tipped with clamped pink nipples thrusting into the cold air. He couldn’t tease her any longer. He moved between her legs, loosening the restraints so she could lean over the bed without injuring herself, and positioned his cock at her ass. He was taking this part of her for the first time, just as she’d begged him to. First, however, he slipped a glass dildo into her pussy, letting her take it in and hold it inside of her body. As he entered her ass, the tight muscles relaxed, letting his girth slide into her, and Becky simply lost it.
The clamp on her clit, the clamps on her nipple, the cold glass the quickly warming inside of her pussy were just too much and she couldn’t restrain herself from cumming anymore. He’d barely even started to thrust when her spasms started and James rode her ass, letting her cum on him as hard as she wanted to. Her cries turned guttural as she continued to cum, losing the ability to speak. The waves of pleasure flowed through her over and over. She thought she might pass out before they finally started to subside.
James slowed his pace, easing off on her, until his own climax built, until he couldn’t restrain himself and flooded her with his release, his own groans filling the air as hers had not long ago.
He slowly eased out of her, carrying her to shower to wash them both off before carrying her to the bed. He drew the curtains against the night, wrapping her within the safe confines of their very own indoor tent, where she felt safe, loved, and forever happy.
“Thank you, James, you’ve opened my world and given me so much. I love you forever and always,” Becky said gently into the dark.
“I’ll give you the world on a platter, Becky, and I love you always. Now sleep for a while, my love, that was only round one.”
They both giggled as he turned the lights off, leaving them in the darkness, but safe and complete in their own world.
The End
Bear Attack
Shifter Romance
About the Book
Sydney and Paul cannot deny the spark that flies between the two of them like an electric current. When she hears his voice, her heart skips a beat. When Paul sees Sydney, he can’t help but smile. And besides the fact that they come from two different worlds, there’s also a vicious secret keeping them from being together. In the end, will their fire for each other be enough to sustain their relationship or will Paul’s dark secrets prove too much for Sydney to handle?
Their love is forbidden, after all she’s his professor, and he’s her student. Not to mention, their age difference is also a point of criticism, since he’s still in his twenties, and she’s in her early thirties. And then there’s the fact that she comes from a prominent family while he barely knows his own. But they share one thing in common: A deep all-consuming desire to be with one another, despite the fact that they’re not exactly each other’s perfect match. But who needs perfect when you have fiery lust? When all is said and done, will that be good enough?
Chapter 1
I kept my knees pressed tightly together as I listened to him talk. There was something about his voice, the cadence of it that sent goosebumps up my arms whenever he spoke and made other parts of my body hot for his attention. His voice made me think of how many nights I spent alone, when I could instead be with a man who excited me. A man like him. His voice,
his mere presence, aroused me, I was embarrassed to admit. After all, I was his instructor, and he was my student. And while he was busy giving a presentation on mythical figures in Chinese history; I hadn’t been paying attention to a word he’d said, which was pretty unacceptable. Sydney get it together, you’re a professional, I told myself. I finally focused on the words actually coming from his mouth as he concluded his presentation and the class began to applaud. All my students were in their mid-twenties, currently in the process of earning their master’s degrees and were from different disciplines, hence their topics were always diverse and interesting. From the part I caught at the end, I realized that Paul’s presentation most likely had been the best of them all and if my mind hadn’t been in the gutter, I probably would have enjoyed it.
“Paul, thank you very much for such a fine presentation,” I said. He smiled at me in that friendly open manner of his. It was odd that I felt so attracted to him. He wasn’t my type, really. I liked the clean cut, nerdy, academic type who wore blazers and tweed hats. I know it sounded like I dated caricatures of men in academia, but that’s what all my boyfriends in my adult years looked like. Paul was the absolute opposite. He had a beard and even though it was expertly manicured, there was still something about it that made him look outdoorsy, as if he would be more comfortable in the mountains hiking than in a classroom presenting. He also kept his hair just a bit too long for my liking, but I felt myself wanting to reach out and touch his dark-brown curly locks whenever he was within distance. And then there was the rest of his body. He was tall, that was for sure, at least 6’5’’ with broad shoulders, and chiseled abs that I had accidentally seen when he was stretching in class one day, and long strong legs. Unlike most guys, he wasn’t just powerfully built at the top. No. Paul’s thighs were the size of two of mine put together, making me wonder if he ran track when he was younger.
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