Bam's Ever

by Sandra R Neeley

  “No!” she hurried to reassure him, “No, it’s not too soon, I’m just… so happy, so… speechless.”

  He grinned, relaxing a little, “Then the word is yes. Say yes, Ever, please say yes.”

  She smiled at him, her heart in her eyes, “Yes.”

  He kissed her again, pushing himself toward her, rolling her onto her back. He came down on top of her, gently though to be sure his weight didn’t hurt her. His upper body against hers, his lower body angled against her, but not yet on top of her. He kissed her again and started kissing her neck, then her collar bones to her shoulders and back to the hollow of her throat again. Then he traced her cleavage with his fingertips. “Can I kiss you here?”

  She nodded, vigorously, “Yes.”

  He lowered his head, gently kissing the place right at the top of her breasts, then kissing a bit lower, where they were pressed together by the nightgown wrapped about them. He inhaled deeply, “Love the way you smell. So sweet,” he said.

  She exhaled a sweet sigh when she felt his tongue come out and trace the line between them. Then he nibbled a bit at the top of each breast. His hands very lightly tracing them, his thumbs finding her nipples, smoothing back and forth over their hardened tips.

  Her breath caught, and he did it again, making her breath catch again. He smiled, he was learning his Mate. He tried to pull the gown down to see them, but it was wrapped tightly around her.

  She said, “It wrapped around me while I was sleeping.”

  He nodded, then, “Can I take it off? If you don’t want to, it’s okay,” he rushed out, afraid that she may not want him to take it off her.

  “Please! Take it off, now!” she begged urgently.

  Bam pushed the covers back off himself and sat up. She almost choked when she saw him in the moonlight from the windows. He’d been Bear until just a little while ago and was now totally nude since shifting back. He was exquisite, all muscle and golden skin, barrel chested, small waisted and massive thighs. And lord help her, if she couldn’t take all of him, she’d die happily trying. She’d never seen a male endowed as he was, not in magazines, not in movies, and sure as hell not in real life. The man could have been a porn star if he’d wanted to. She couldn’t help but stare at him. It took a few seconds to realize that he wasn’t moving. She risked a look up into his face and found him watching her watching his junk.

  “Is something wrong? Is it okay?” he asked, concerned and a little shy. He’d never had a woman see him before. He’d kissed a little and fooled around a time or two, but when it came down to it, he just could never go through with it. So he’d never actually had sex before. And now that he was with his Mate, finally, he was wondering if maybe he should have learned more, so he could satisfy her better. He knew the basics. He listened to Maverik, he listened to Bane. He listened and he’d seen movies, and he wasn’t stupid. He’d just never felt right joining his body to another, until now. And the urge, the need was riding him hard.

  Finally Everly spoke, “Bramley, you are perfect. There is nothing wrong at all.”

  “Are you sure? You keep staring at me,” he said.

  “Positive. I’m just surprised. Males aren’t usually beautiful. But you are. You’re perfect, beautiful.” She looked at him again, “Positively stunning.” She licked her lips and looked up at him.

  He smiled at her and reached for her gown, but she stopped him, “Wait, just one minute,” she whispered, as she sat up and leaned toward him, wrapping her hand gently around him, she leaned even closer, touching his cock with the tip of her tongue. Electricity shot through him, and he was shocked into stillness. She opened her mouth and touched her tongue to him again, then sliding her lips down over him, took as much as she could into her mouth, savoring his taste, the silky feel of him against her tongue. She bobbed her head slowly a time or two, running her tongue over his head each time.

  He remained perfectly still, afraid that if he moved she’d stop. And he’d give his left arm for her not to stop.

  She looked up at him, “Does it feel okay? Is there something you’d like better?”

  He looked down at her, still not moving below the neck, then he choked out, “Feels soooo good, please don’t stop.”

  “Okay,” she chuckled, “You weren’t moving or making a sound, so I wasn’t sure.”

  “I was afraid if I moved, you’d stop,” he confided.

  “Bramley, has anyone ever done this to you before?” she asked, finally realizing that maybe this was new to him.

  He didn’t answer, but shook his head no.

  She smiled, loving that she’d be the only one to know him this way, “If you want to move, it’s fine; if you don’t, that’s fine, too. You can make any noise you want, and if there’s something you’d like me to do, just tell me. I want to make you feel good.”

  He nodded and rocked his hips a couple of times. Since she was still holding him in her hand, it caused tingles in his spine. He moaned.

  “That’s good, rock your hips,” she said, then leaned forward taking him in her mouth again. She used her other hand to pull his hips toward her, and he picked up on her suggestion, gently rocking back and forth. Then she sucked gently, and he rumbled, a soft, sexy growl as he rocked a little quicker.

  She felt a little warmth on her tongue and tasted him - he’d leaked just a bit on her tongue. Honey, that’s what he tasted like, salted honey. Now was her turn to moan.

  She was lost in the feel of him, the taste of him, the scent of him, when she finally realized that his hands were on her shoulders. She let him slip out of her mouth and looked up at him.

  “I want to taste you, too. Can I do that?” he asked.

  Her heartbeat sped up; she wasn’t used to a male that was concerned about her pleasure as well, “Yes, please.”

  He reached for her gown again and lifted it from her body. He watched as it lifted, exposing more and more of her to him.

  He stared, mouth hanging opened as it cleared her head, and he tossed it to the foot of the bed. He reached out a finger, stroking her breast and nipple, then a whole hand to cup her breast. He raised his eyes to hers, “I can touch?”

  “Bramley, I’m yours; you can touch any time you’d like, any way you’d like,” she told him.

  He didn’t answer, just looked back down at her body; then, he gently laid her back on the bed. He crawled between her legs, spreading her legs to accommodate him, placing one of her thighs on either side of his knees where he sat on them. He leaned over her, holding himself up with his left hand as he stroked up her side to her breast with his right. Her nipples were hard and rosy pink, matching the natural pink of her lips. He lowered himself to her and took one nipple in his mouth, tonguing it, suckling her. She moaned and arched her back, pushing herself closer to him. He smiled to himself at her response to his touches and moved to the other breast, kissing, licking and suckling. She wrapped her hands in his hair, holding him to her, a whimper in the back of her throat. After a few minutes he could no longer ignore her arousal. Her scent was sweet, heavy and it called to him like nothing ever had before. He sat back on his heels again, looking down at his beautiful little Mate. Her skin was flushed pink, and she was panting. He ran a finger from her ribs down to her belly button and down even further into the curls framing her pretty pink pussy. That’s what he’d heard Maverik call it. He ran all his fingers through the soft, red curls between her legs. Then he lay down on his belly, straightening his legs out behind him, his head right above her most sensitive place. He raised his eyes to her, a question on his lips.

  She didn’t wait for him to ask it, she begged him, “Please, please, yes.”

  He put his hands under her knees, pushing them up and back away from him so that he could see her, and she was open to him. His eyes widened at the sight of her, pink and glistening, swollen and throbbing, begging for his touch. He reached out a finger and stroked between her lips, searching for the little nub that Maverik had told him about, her clit. He knew he’d fou
nd it when her body twitched, and she sucked in her breath. He pushed forward to keep her legs up with his shoulders and used the fingers of his right hand to open her even further, holding her that way, so he could better see. Then he did see it, peeking out of a little fold of skin, red with her arousal. He ran a fingertip over it gently, and she shivered. So he leaned forward, inhaling her, taking her scent into him, imprinting on his very soul; then, he swiped her with the flat of his tongue, bottom to top. She whimpered, moaned, and held her legs back even further to give him better access.

  He was in heaven; her taste the best thing he’d ever had on his tongue. He licked her again, and the end of that lick, he felt something firm against his tongue, her clit again. He stroked just that bundle of nerves, and when she shivered, he smiled and sucked it into his mouth, stroking it with his tongue. He did this for several minutes, alternating with licking her from one end to the other. Her entire body was trembling, and she was mewling her pleasure. He stopped licking and looked up at her, which made her beg, “Please, don’t stop, don’t stop!”

  He immediately dropped his head back down and targeted her clit again, which had her writhing again within moments.

  Then she begged, for his finger this time, “Please, put a finger inside me while you do that.”

  He never stopped sucking and tonguing her clit, but he did exactly what she asked. He slipped a finger inside, which she immediately began to clench around, rocking her hips.

  Just a few moments more and she was arching her back, crying out, wrapping her hands in the sheets, as she rode out her orgasm.

  She was breathing hard, one hand now on his forehead holding him away from her as she recovered. She heard sucking and looked down to find him sucking her juices off his finger. His eyes were golden, his Bear looking at her through them. She needed him, she needed more, and his hips pumping gently into their bed told her that he needed more, too.

  “Come up here. Kiss me, hold me. I need you inside me.”

  He raised up on all fours and crawled up her body, dropping a kiss or two on her belly and her ribs.

  He was almost beyond words and could only manage one, snarly and demanding, “Mine!”

  “Yes,” she answered, “Make me yours.” She raised her legs, wrapping them around his waist.

  Bam looked down and watched his own cock as he pushed it between her folds, stroking across her lips, coating himself in her wetness before trying to push inside her. She rocked her hips in time with his, and it didn’t take long before the tip of his cock connected with her opening. His breath caught; she angled her hips and pushed toward him, taking his head inside her.

  He panted and looked down at where they were just barely joined. Then he looked up at her; her eyes were glassy, her lips swollen from his kisses, her hands on his biceps holding tight.

  “Please,” she begged.

  He nodded at her and scooted forward, causing her to take even more of him. Then he leaned over her, one hand braced above her head, the other on her hip as he held her steady.

  He rocked his hips again and moved more than halfway in. She dropped one hand to his hip, and pulled. His eyes got heavily hooded, intense, and he said it again as he slammed home, “Mine!”

  She screamed, and he roared as he became fully seated. Both had labored breath and panted almost simultaneously as he waited for her to relax enough for him to move. Right now she held his hips tightly with both her hands to prevent him from moving. He was just so big, she needed to adjust to his size. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, she experimentally rocked her hips and felt pleasure.

  She moved her hands back to his biceps and rocked again, “I’m okay, now. Move any way you want to.”

  He pulled back his hips and slid into her again. She moaned and smiled, her eyes closed.

  He rumbled and did it again, then a little faster; it wasn’t long before he had a fast, steady rhythm set up. He started chanting, “Mine, mine, mine,” and the faster he chanted, the harder he pounded into her. She pounded back, holding on to him for the ride of her life.

  He felt her tightening around him and looked down at her, “I’m going to come again,” she whispered.

  He smiled at her and increased his speed, but was careful not to change his angle. She reached up, barely able to breathe, and took his face in her hands, “Please, come with me. Don’t hold back,”

  He nodded and felt her tightening even more. She threw her head back and screamed, coming around him. Her entire body trembling and her pussy convulsing around him threw him into orgasm right along with her. He roared his pleasure, slamming his hips into hers again and again, until finally he dropped his upper body onto hers, turning his face into her neck and sank his fangs into her soft sweet flesh. She immediately tipped over into another orgasm, trying to scream, her voice now hoarse from panting and crying out at the sensations he gave her. Trying to catch her breath, she turned her head just so, managing to get to a spot high on his neck since he held her clamped in his jaws low near where her neck met her shoulder, and she sank her little Fox canines into his neck, claiming him as hers. His hips jerked, filling her with everything he had to offer, all she’d ever needed: the essence of her Mate.

  A long while later he slowly removed his fangs from her neck, and she removed hers from him. He lapped at the claiming mark on her throat, and she licked at his as well, smiling huge.

  “Why you smiling so big?” he teased her.

  “Because your mating mark is high on your neck, you won’t ever be able to hide it,” she said, running her finger tips over it.

  He smiled, “Good, I want everybody to know I belong to you.”

  He kissed her again, slowly, lovingly, stroking her hair as they kissed. When the kiss ended, he asked, “Can we do that again?”

  “Any time you want, as often as you want,” she answered, smiling seductively.

  He rumbled again and started kissing his way down her body again.

  Chapter 31

  It was Sunday mid-morning, and everyone was smiling, laughing, enjoying being together, being healthy, being family. Breakfast at the main house was a major event, and they each contributed to the meal. Just as they all sat down to eat, the front door opened, and Everly called out, “Hey, is it okay if we join you?”

  Bane grinned huge, glad his brother and Everly had sought them out this morning. “’Course you can, just not sure we have enough for Bear,” he laughed.

  Then Everly walked into the kitchen, followed closely by Bam. And everyone jumped up to greet him, hugging him, patting him, the women kissing him. He hugged them back, truly happy to be alive, to be with his family and to be in control of himself again.

  “You’re back!” Maverik shouted excitedly.

  “Yup. Woke up in the middle of the night, and there I was, human, lying beside my Ever. Best feeling in the world,” he answered.

  Then Maverik spied the claiming mark on his neck, “You dog! She mated you!”

  Bam blushed deeply and pulled Everly to him, hugging her. Then he pushed her long curls back, and Maverik kicked it up a notch, “And you mated her, too! Damn, dude, you didn’t waste no time!” He got up and went back around to Bam, hugging both him and Everly, looking first from one then the other, “I am so fucking happy for you. No one deserves happy more than you, Bam. I love ya, man. I do.”

  Bam hugged him back, “I love you, too, Mav. Thank you for being my friend. And for kicking my ass into gear when I needed it.”

  Maverik grinned at him, “Hey, you kicked mine into gear, I kicked yours into gear. It’s what best friends do.”

  They took their seats, and it wasn’t long before there was another knock at the door. Kaid looked up, looked around the table again like, we’re all here, then crinkled his brow, “Who the hell could that be?” he got up and went to the door.

  A few minutes later and they could just barely make out his voice, intentionally talking low. Then they heard another, one they recognized, say, “She won’t fucking
take my calls! I need to talk to her. I’m leaving, Kaid. I need to explain why I’m leaving.”

  Maia looked at Valerie, who was sitting next to her. Valerie reached out and took her hand. Maverik stood, his face stony.

  “Tell me you want him to leave, Maia, and he’s leaving,” Maverik said.

  “I want him to leave,” she said, not looking up.

  He made to walk around the table, and Delilah stood, cutting him off. “You are handling this wrong, Maverik Ass. It is not your decision to make.”

  Maverik was taken aback, “Did you not hear my daughter just tell me that she wants him to leave?”

  “I did, but I also believe that if she does not handle this, he will never stop. She must face him.”

  “She does not have to face him if she doesn’t want to!” he said, voice raised.

  Delilah regarded him quietly - then she tilted her head and asked, “Would you have stopped pursuing your Valerie if anyone else had told you to? Or would you only have stopped when you heard it from her own lips?”

  He didn’t answer, only glared at her.

  Maia spoke from behind him, still seated in her place, “I’ll face him, Delilah. But I’m scared.”

  Delilah, still looking at Maverik said, “I shall stand with you. Come, little Wolf.”

  Maia stood and placing her hand on Maverik’s arm as she passed said, “It’s okay, Daddy. Aunt Delilah is right.”

  Kaid heard Delilah approaching and turned to look at her, surprised when he saw Maia with her. He turned back to Riley, “She’s coming to talk to you. Back up, step off the porch, allow her some space. And a word of warning…though I consider you a friend, Maia’s family. Delilah is with her, and if you piss off either, I can’t promise you Delilah won’t freeze your ass.”

  Riley’s eyebrows shot up, but he stepped back and went down the porch steps to wait for them to come out on the porch and talk to him.

  Kaid went back inside the house, but stood just inside, watching at the screen door. Maia walked only halfway to the stairs and stood there, Delilah at her back.