Angel: Rochon Bears (5 page)

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“
Y
our pussy is
hot for me, Becks. It’s wet and greedy for my tongue and cock, isn’t it? What do you think your pussy wants? My tongue or my fingers? I could give you one finger while I lick your clit. Would that be enough for you? What about two fingers, digging deep inside you, pushing hard against your womb? I think that might be just what you want. You would come apart for me; I’m sure of that. But what if I put three fingers inside you and bit down on your clit? What do you think that would feel like?”

“Ahh—you like the idea of me pushing you. Making you take what I give you, even if it’s uncomfortable. You know I’ll make it good, and it’ll be better than anything you’ve had. You don’t have to say the words, Becca. I know what you need.”

Angel slid down her body, running his hands and mouth over her soft stomach, kissing over her smooth round hips until he was in front of her pulsing core.

* * *

“
S
o how was this morning
? Was he cool?” Alicia asked.

“Erm—I kinda snuck out. Last night was so—ugh—so freaking overwhelming that I was mortified when I woke up.”

“You left him there alone? Why couldn’t you have just said thanks for the hot sex and see ya later?”

“No. There were times last night that he somehow convinced me that the things he wanted to do were totally normal and exactly what I wanted. These were not
things
that I would normally have ever done.”

“Dude, did you have the butt sex!?” Alicia said with a louder than necessary squeak.

“Shh, what is wrong with you? No, we didn’t have
the
butt sex—well, not exactly,” she whispered, glancing around to make sure no one else was listening.

“What do you mean not exactly? Like anal plugs or beads or something?” Alicia whispered back.

“Seriously, you need to stop reading that erotica. It gives you too high of expectations. No guy wanders around with a spare set of anal beads in case he gets lucky in a bar. And if he does carry those around with him…
run
.” Becca wasn’t that up on all the kinds of kinks out there, but she felt confident on this topic.

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“
D
on’t worry
. I’ve got you. This is so pretty; you stretched wide for me. I can’t wait to feel this pussy wrapped around my cock
.”

“Oh, Angel, it’s too much,” she moaned.

“Is it? Really? Or is it just enough? Just enough pleasure and just enough pain,” he said, spreading his fingers inside her, pushing her tender flesh even wider.

Becca realized she hadn’t told him to stop. She just expressed how it felt. It wasn’t too much. It was new, and she was racing to keep up with the sensations. There was also a little part of her that didn’t want to admit that this felt like something she hadn’t known she was missing.

Angel kept doing his best to push her, and Becca kept holding off on the ever impending orgasm. It rode her hard, and just when she thought she’d finally get to come, she’d remember and stop herself. Why it mattered, she wasn’t entirely sure. So what if she let herself come? His punishment or “consequences” really didn’t seem like a deterrent at this point. In fact, between the stretching burn in her pussy, the sore hickeys over her body and some seriously abused nipples, she clearly had a thing for a rougher touch. Who knew?

So she held on. She didn’t give into the sweet release she knew was a moment away if she could just take it.

“Please, please, please, Angel. I hurt. I want to come.”

Bringing his body over hers, Angel kissed her hot and wet as his hand twisted and tormented her still. “You don’t have to beg, baby. You did so well. I know you could keep doing this for another hour if I asked you too. Wouldn’t you?”

Becca thought that was the stupidest possible idea, but if he asked she’d try, just to see if she could. She didn’t back down from a challenge.

“Yes, I would,” she breathed.

“Of course, you would. I make you feel good, and you reward me by showing me how much my touch means to you. Thank you for giving me that, Becks. Now, I’m going to slowly count to three, and then you can come. But not until I hit three, you understand?”

Becca didn’t know if she liked the idea of playing spaceship blast off with him, not with how fucking wound up she was at this point. She wanted to scream but didn’t want anyone next door to hear her.

“Yes, I understand,” she managed.

“I can’t wait to fuck you, baby, but I want that pussy wet and swollen, so it swallows me like a silk glove when I get inside you. You are going to be the best I’ve ever had; I can already tell.” He kissed her hard, delving his tongue deep into her mouth.

Becca was only able to moan as his tongue slid through her mouth and dominated her own tongue in a battle of wills.

Breaking off the kiss, he leaned down to her nipple and gave it a nip.

“One.”

Becca felt her pussy clench at the word. Angel chuckled and twisted to suck the other nipple into his mouth.

“Two.”

This time, Becca felt a shudder start to roll over her body; the anticipation was killing her. There was no way she was going to make it to three. No fucking way in hell.

Angel pulled back a bit and let the moment drag on, waiting and pumping his fingers in and out of her now dripping pussy.

Slowly bending over, he swiped his tongue over her clit in a languid motion. Then Becca felt two things at once, the fiery stretch of him adding a fourth finger into her already tight pussy, and his teeth and tongue landing over her clit right after he said, “Three.”

The next sequence of events probably happened out of order, not that it mattered. Becca knew the second the word left his mouth a torrent of pleasure rushed over her body that had her convulsing under him. Her hands that had been above her head flew down to grab handfuls of hair as her thighs clamped shut over his head and shoulders.

There was also screaming, hoarse moaning screeches as Becca felt the gush of fluid coat Angel’s fingers. Her pussy gripped and contracted around his fingers that still fucked into her at a rapid pace. The speed keeping her pleasure rippling over her in tidal wave after tidal wave of electric pleasure.

She wasn’t sure how long it lasted; it felt like forever. It would start to fade, and somehow, Angel would be able to drive her back over the edge. Becca was pretty sure she had pulled some of his hair out, but that was totally his fault.

Eventually, her body started to numb, the nerve endings feeling fried and no longer responding. She collapsed back, her hands releasing his head, and her legs fell open in a terribly wanton pose.

Angel gently removed his hand from her already swelling pussy and kissed his way back up her body until he got to her mouth.

He kissed her again. “Naughty girl. Did I feel your hands on my head?”

Before she could answer, she was flipped over on her hands and knees, and she felt teeth at her neck.

* * *

“
H
oly shit
, girl, what are you thinking about? You went from red to purple,” Alicia teased.

“I can’t even tell you. Not here, maybe later after a bottle or two of wine. No, wait, booze got me into this situation,” she moaned, covering her face with her hands.

“If booze makes you blush like that, I need to start drinking more.” Alicia gave her a raised eyebrow as she sipped her coffee.

Letting her head drop to her desk, she banged it gently a few times. “I may die of embarrassment if I ever see him again.”

“From the sounds of it, you’ll be lucky if he doesn’t try to jump your bones the next time he sees you.” Alicia patted her friend on the head and stood up. “I’ll give you a day to recover, and then I want full on gory details. My house, nacho night, and dishing.”

Becca gave her the okay sign but left her head on the desk. She knew one thing for sure. She was never, ever going back to that bar.

“
W
here have you been
? I thought you were going to be here over an hour ago?”

Cage Rochon looked up from his work to his younger cousin. Cage wasn’t trying to be mean to Angel; he just saw how much potential his family and clan member had and it was his job as Alpha to guide the young ones, so they became useful members of society. He could tell Angel didn’t want to be there, that he was working out of obligation for the family. Not that there weren’t enough hands to go around, but Angel couldn’t stay home all day either. It wouldn’t make him or his bear happy.

Angel had started out rough. His youthful indiscretions often had a tinge of lawlessness about them. Worse, he would wrangle his older brother Eddie into them. It was probably why Eddie was now a doctor. He was trying to make up for his complacency and sometimes willing involvements with anything Angel wanted him to do.

There was also the fact that Angel didn’t go off to college with his friends. That was what everyone had expected him to do and was probably the reason he didn’t. In Cage’s mind, that was not a good enough reason.

The Rochons were lucky enough to be in a financial situation that their young clan members could go to and pay for any college they wanted. It was a privilege that Cage didn’t like anyone to turn their nose up at. Angel was always different, though. So many of their clan members had something they wanted to do or be. It didn’t even have to be in the family business. Eddie had become a doctor and Tanner was the Sheriff.

Eddie had come to him and asked him to talk to Angel about going to school for music. To encourage him to obtain a degree in music, something that he could use to teach with. But that wasn’t what Angel wanted to do. He didn’t see why he couldn’t make a living doing something he truly loved to do, which was just play music. Cage understood that. He loved the forest, outside of his home with his wife and son, it was his favorite place to be. It wasn’t the case for Angel. Still, with him choosing not to go to college that meant he needed to work and contribute.

“Sorry, Alpha, tied one on pretty hard last night,” he mumbled, stumbling in and falling into one of the seats across from the desk. His cousin Cage was a massive man. He was an even bigger bear as a Kodiak. Sitting in this portable trailer slash office made him seem comically big.

“I’m not saying you can’t go out and have fun. But you have responsibilities here. You were supposed to be at the county office this morning when it opened. We have three pending permits that should have been approved and talking to them in person usually moves the process along. Wyatt was trying to get a hold of you to tell you that last night.”

“I couldn’t hear my phone in the bar,” Angel said. In the light of day, he was feeling a little bad that he didn’t answer the calls last night. In his drunken haze, he’d felt rather belligerent. In the daylight sporting a headache, he felt like a chump. That probably also was in part because he had woken up alone.

“You didn’t check your messages?” Cage pressed. He wasn’t going to let his young clan member off lightly. He needed to know that people were counting on him.

“I—uh—got distracted.” Wow, that even sounded pathetic to Angel.

“Angel, I see how much potential you have. Just imagine if you put a little energy into enjoying this job. I know it’s not your dream to run errands here, but we are relying on you. Your job makes a difference to a lot of people. They need to know that you aren’t going to let them down.”

Now he really felt like shit.

He’d woken up feeling so fucking amazing that his bear was poking him to wake up. The smell of sex and coconut filled the motel room, and it immediately made his dick hard. Rolling over, he expected to find a soft willing female. Instead, he found cold sheets.

How the hell a human had snuck out on him he didn’t know. Shifter senses his ass. Even his bear was fuck drunk and hadn’t heard her leave.

He’d rolled back and tried to remember her name. Becks was the only thing that came to mind. He could remember her smell, the soft curves of her skin and her taste, damn him, her taste was burned onto his tongue. Sweet and savory, he wanted to eat her awake for his breakfast. That clearly wasn’t going to happen.

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“
D
o it again
, Angel. I like it; it feels so good.”

“What do you like about it? Tell me.”

“It feels so good it makes my pussy ache. Then it hurts, and that makes my nipples ache,” she admitted.

“Good girl, that’s just what I want it to feel like. Hot and cold, hard and soft, and everything in between,” he said roughly.

He repeated his bruising kisses over her body, adding nips and dragging his teeth over her skin. His bear for some reason was enjoying this game of marking the woman and was encouraging him to continue. Angel knew he couldn’t really bite her, like a mating bite, but he could play like he was.

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O
nce his bear
had come to terms with the fact that she was clearly gone and not coming back, he had showered and headed into work. His animal grumbled in his head the entire time.

“You seem like you’re far away. Is it just too much whiskey or something else?”

Ever insightful his Alpha was. Looking into the eyes of the man that he respected more than anyone he said, “I met a girl last night. Well, not a girl, a woman.”

“Ahh, that explains the lateness,” Cage said with a small smile.

“Yeah, but my bear won’t shut up about her. He’s causing a serious ruckus and wants to go find her.” The minute he’d headed into work, his animal started telling him in no uncertain terms that they should be looking for the woman that smells like a tropical paradise.

“Well, that’s interesting. I mean you saw her, so you know she’s not your mate. I wonder why he’s so interested?” Cage pondered.

“Sure, I saw her, I mean I was drunk and all, but of course, she’s not my mate. I’m only twenty-one. You were almost fifty when you found Sophie.”

“Hey, I’m a young fifty, thank you. But you know your mate. The moment your eyes meet, it hits you like a ton of bricks. There is no doubt in this universe that the woman in front of you was meant only for you. I can tell you there is no accidental mating or unclear signs. It is what it is. You’ll never forget the first time your eyes meet.”

Angel watched Cage’s eyes start to glaze over like he was recalling the first encounter with this mate. Angel didn’t understand that look; it was one of utter contentment and possessiveness all at the same time.

“I guess that helps. I mean I saw her, sort of.” Angel tried to picture her in his head. He remembered tits, big beautiful tits that he couldn’t stop staring at while they danced. Her demure blouse had a few buttons open, and those creamy globes practically glowed in the lights.

He remembered blonde hair that had been all tied up in some complicated twist. It didn’t take long for it to fall apart and her long curly hair to spill over the bed.

There were the thick thighs and amazing round ass that he could recall. Even her sweet pink lips he could remember. The ones on her face and her pussy. All very memorable. But he couldn’t remember her eyes.

“Easy test. What color were her eyes?” Cage quizzed him.

Angel looked at him hard then frowned. “No fucking clue,” he admitted.

“How did you sleep with a woman and not see her eyes?” Cage asked astonished.

“Booze, bright lights, nice tits. There were a lot of other things to look at. Besides, she wanted the lights off, so I was focusing on my other senses,” he admitted looking a little chagrined. “How did you know I slept with her?”

“That cheap soap you use can’t cover up what you got up to last night,” Cage said, tapping his nose.

“Fuck, the guys are going to give me shit all day,” he groaned.

“Well, if you get your ass to the county and check on our permits that will keep you away from them for a while. After that, you better invest in some cologne or scrub up with a loofah or something.”

“A loofah?” Angel raised an eyebrow at his Alpha.

“I live with a woman. The amount of shit they need to take a shower will astonish you,” he said with a shake of his head.

Angel took his word on it. “Okay, sorry about this morning. I’ll head out now and call you about the permits.” Standing up, he started for the door.

“You do that. And, Angel?” Cage waited for his clan mate to look at him again. “Listen to your bear. If there is something that is bothering him, there may be a good reason. Maybe he just wants to check on her to make sure she is okay. Follow up on that. It will make you both breathe easier.”

Angel felt like his Alpha had given him permission to find the woman that made his bear, and hell, himself, so interested. He needed someone else that was older and wiser to let him know that his instincts were always the easiest thing to follow.

“Thanks,” he said, giving his cousin and boss a nod before heading out to a company work truck to run into town.