Silent Bear: Paranormal Holiday Shape Shifter Romance (North Pole Book 2) (4 page)

“He looks good,” he said.

“Yeah, he does, but I’m freezing.” She rubbed her hands together for warmth.

“Let’s go inside and warm up.”

He grabbed her hand and started walking to the door of the cabin. The heat from his grip raced up her arm and spread throughout her body. She knew he’d meant they would warm up with hot cocoa and the fireplace, but she wanted to strip off her clothes and press her body against him, desperate to feel his skin against hers.

They’d had a good time in the snow and seeing him relaxed and laughing only increased her desire. She wasn’t sure how she would make it through the night without begging him to kiss her all over.

Chapter Five

Mark led Tracey through the snow, careful to keep his steps small so he wouldn’t drag her behind him, and willed his erection to deflate. Kissing her forehead had been a mistake, but lifting her over his shoulders had been downright stupid. All the positions he wanted to take her in flashed through his mind when she straddled his shoulders, and he could still feel the heat of her body on the back of his neck.

His size meant he didn’t need as many layers as she did, and he cursed the fact that he had nothing to hide his bulging cock.

When they got inside the warm building, he let go of her hand and went straight into the kitchen to make the hot cocoa. Once he broke their connection, it was easier to control his desire.

“Why don’t you change out of those wet clothes and I’ll get the cocoa ready,” he said.

“Sure.” She agreed, but lingered where he’d let go of her hand. He could feel her eyes studying him. “Is everything okay? Did I do something?”

“No, of course not,” he called over his shoulder. “I just want to get you warmed up as soon as possible.”

The words revamped his lust, but it was easier to control now that they had almost a whole room between them.

“Okay…,” she hesitated. “I’ll be out soon.”

He waited for her to close the bedroom door and took two deep breaths. When she emerged from the room and sat on the couch to sip her cocoa, he walked swiftly into the bedroom and put on a pair of loose pajama bottoms and his favorite, nearly threadbare t-shirt. He needed to stay as cool as possible.

When he thought he could handle being in the same room with her again, he emerged and grabbed the large cardboard box filled with ornaments, ribbon and lights, and set it down in front of the Christmas tree.

“I’m a little hungry, what about you? You want to eat before we decorate this thing?”

“That sounds great. Do we have stuff for sandwiches?” Her eyes lit up as she walked toward the kitchen.

His mate loved sandwiches and he’d made sure the fridge was stocked with plenty of meats and cheeses. They worked together like a tiny assembly line and soon they had two huge creations piled high with meat, cheese, lettuce and tomato.

They ate at the tiny table with an open bag of potato chips between their plates.

“This thing is so big, I’m not sure I can get my mouth around it,” she laughed.

Mark stopped mid-chew and watched her open her mouth and take a bite of her lunch. Images of her closing her mouth around his cock sprang to mind and he stared as she swallowed the tiny bite. She smiled when she caught him looking at her.

“It might be too big for me,” she said.

“It will fit,” he responded, desperate for her to try again.

“No, I think I need a fork and knife.”

He coughed as the image she presented wiped away his erotic thoughts.

“Are you okay?” she asked as he took a drink of water.

“I’m good,” he said between gulps.

They talked about nothing important while she finished her lunch, and then they started decorating the tree. He strung the white lights while she unpacked the ornaments.

“Oh, these are beautiful,” she said, as she pulled the delicate ornaments from their boxes.

The box was full of pink and silver ornaments and a large spool of matching ribbon. Some of the ornaments were shiny, some had glitter, and others were painted. The pink wire ribbon could be used as a garland or tied into bows, and Tracey opted to use it as garland.

They finished their masterpiece by draping a thin layer of tinsel over the branches.

“It’s beautiful,” she said, “but I wish Santa would have brought some ornaments for you to enjoy, too.”

“Santa didn’t pick these out, I did,” he said.

“What do you mean? I thought Santa stocked the cabin for us?”

“He used his magic to get everything here, but I gathered everything except for your personal things. I actually think Mrs. Claus did that part. These are my ornaments. I bought them last year after our kiss. I know you probably have your own decorations, but they reminded me of you, and I wanted you to have a tree as beautiful as you are, princess.”

“Can you please stop calling me that?”

“What? Princess? You don’t like that either? What should I call you, then?”

“How about my name? I’m not a child and I hate the fact that you’re always pointing out my flaws.” She stood next to him, staring at the tree, and he realized how hard it must have been for her to voice her feelings.

“Um…,” he stared at her. “What are you talking about? What flaws?”

“Look, I know I’m not perfect,” she said, as if speaking to the tree. “I’m tiny and skinny and flat chested. I’m one of the only shifters who dyes her hair, and yes, I like pink, loads of sprinkles and round peppermints. It doesn’t mean you have to mention these things to every man that talks to me. You scare everyone away. If you would let someone get to know me, they might like me enough to take me off your hands and you wouldn’t feel obligated to mate with me.”

He couldn’t stop the growl that rumbled through his chest and burst out of his lips. Startled, she whipped her head away from the tree to look at him. When he had her full attention, he stalked her.

“You’re mine!” he growled.

She backed away from him until the front door stopped her escape and he caged her in with one hand on either side of her shoulders.

“You don’t want me?” he asked.

“What? No, I—”

“Do you want Quinn?”

“No,” she shook her head. “You’re my mate. I only flirted with Quinn because you didn’t remember our kiss.”

“I knew you were my mate before the kiss, but as I said before, I thought you’d mistaken me for Quinn. I know a lot of people think we have similar features. I had to work the next day, and by the time I got to the bar, you were flirting with him. I’ve been hanging around for the past year, hoping you’d give me a chance.”

“You don’t look anything like Quinn,” she whispered.

“No?”

“No. I’ve never thought the two of you looked alike.”

“Well, you’re the first,” he said. “Now let’s sit down and talk about the other stuff.”

He pulled her to the couch and when she tried to sit down next to him, he pulled her onto his lap.

“Mark, I don’t think this is a good idea.”

“Hush,” he said. “I think you think too much.”

“That’s mean.” She tried to get off of him, but he easily held her in place and she stilled when she felt his hard cock between her legs.

“Stop squirming, and listen to me,” he said. “I might mention that you like pink, or sprinkles, or round peppermints, but that’s because those are some of the things that I love about you. Since when did those things become flaws? Men don’t run because I mention those things. Men run because I challenge any man that comes near you, and they always back down.”

“What? You’ve never challenged Quinn.”

“Quinn didn’t need to be challenged. He wasn’t walking around looking for a mate or a quick fuck, but if he had been, I would have challenged him, too.”

“But, why not let someone else have a chance if you’re not attracted to me?”

“Honey, when I call you baby girl, it’s meant as an endearment. You’re my baby, and you’re my girl. When I say it, I’m not thinking about anything childlike, I’m thinking about my hot little mate bouncing up and down on my cock and taking every inch of me into her tight little pussy. I know a lot of bears like big chested, curvy girls, but I’m not one of them. My ideal mate is a slim little fox with tiny breasts and pink highlights.”

She gasped upon hearing his confession.

“It’s always been you, baby girl. I don’t want anyone else.”

***

Tracey couldn’t stop the tears from filling her eyes.

“I’ve been so stupid,” she said. “We’ve wasted a whole year.”

“We’re both to blame.” He ran is hands up and down her arms.

“That’s what Santa said in his note,” she laughed.

“The question is: where do we want to go from here?” he asked.

“Let’s go to the bedroom.”

He slid his hands under her ass and stood so quickly she had no choice but to wrap her arms and legs around him. He carried her to the bedroom in record time, and then crawled on the bed with her still holding on.

He stopped when her head rested on one of the pillows and kissed her deeply. His tongue swiped across her lips and when she released a tiny breath of pleasure, he used it to his advantage. He pushed his tongue inside her mouth and slid it against her own. Their tongues dueled slow and sensual until he broke the kiss and helped her undress.

He pushed her top up her waist and kissed her stomach. She sat up, grabbed the hem of the shirt, and pulled it over her head. He groaned when her nipples puckered in the cool air and he sucked one into his mouth while he massaged the other with his hand.

She lay back down on the pillow and ran her fingers through his hair. He switched sides and she cried out when his palm covered the wet, hard pebble. She watched his hand massage and pull on the hard peak, and he seemed to enjoy her body. For the first time in her life, she didn’t feel the need to cover up her lack of assets.

Too soon, he abandoned her breasts and kissed down her stomach to the top of her pajama pants. He sat back and slowly pulled the fuzzy pants down her legs, revealing her pink lace panties.

“I knew they’d be pink,” he groaned.

He leaned forward to kiss her mound, and then linked his thumbs under the delicate fabric on her hips. Slowly he pulled the material down to reveal her bare pussy, and threw the tiny material across the room. He pushed her knees open and one finger traced her lower lips, gathering her juices, before he inched it inside her wet opening.

Her pussy tightened around his thick digit, but it wasn’t enough.

“You’re so wet, baby girl.”

He slid his finger in and out of her, and she spread her legs open wider, willing him to go deeper.

“You’re wearing too many clothes.”

“Help me,” he dared.

She didn’t want him to stop stroking her pussy, but she wanted to see all of him. She sat up and pulled on his shirt, forcing him to remove his finger to get the fabric over his head. When his chest was bare, she pushed him onto his back, and pulled his boxers and pajama bottoms off.

His large cock bobbed against his abs and she briefly wondered if she’d be able to take all of him inside her.

“It’ll fit, baby girl,” he said as if he could read her mind. “Come here.”

She crawled up his legs and licked his cock from the base to the tip. A large drop of liquid beaded on the tip before it slipped down the head, leaving a little trail. She licked up the trail and swirled her tongue around the next drop, and then closed her mouth around him.

He moaned and pulled her up his body.

“Not this time, baby girl. I can’t handle your mouth on my cock right now.”

“What about my pussy? Can you handle my pussy on your cock right now?” she teased.

“Yes, you little brat,” he laughed and smacked her ass.

She grabbed his cock and guided him into her opening. He watched as she rocked back and forth, sliding up and down his dick until her pussy swallowed every inch of him.

“God damn, that is so fucking hot.”

“I’m so close,” she said, still enjoying the feeling of him filling her up.

“Make me come with you, baby girl.”

She remembered what he’d said earlier, and she placed her hands on his chest and started moving up and down, faster and harder. She tried desperately to give him what he wanted, even as her orgasm rocked through her, leaving her movements stilted and uncoordinated.

Mark grabbed her hips and lifted her up and down, taking what he wanted as another orgasm surged through her body. Suddenly, he held her down on his throbbing cock and yelled her name as warm liquid filled her. When he released her hips, she collapsed on top of him. They were still joined, and her body tingled all over from the force of her release.

Mark enveloped her in his arms, and kissed her forehead.

“You’re amazing,” he whispered.

“So are you,” she whispered back.

She drifted off to sleep in her mate’s embrace.