Bear Naked (Halle Shifters) (13 page)

“Shit.” Ryan sounded furious, but she could barely see him. Her vision was wavering in and out of focus. “He gave her a changing bite.”

What? Was that why she felt like her veins were running with ice? Her hands trembled, her breathing coming in short gasps.

“Glory?”

The roaring in her ears, the pain in her chest, her hands and feet tingling, could only mean one thing. Glory was having another panic attack.

Spots danced before her eyes and Glory knew she was about to pass out.

But then Ryan’s arms, his scent, enveloped her. He began to hum, the same lullaby that had broken through her panic the last time, and she began to calm as he rocked her gently.

Ryan sniffed the bite mark the stranger had given her and snarled. “I need to bite you. I need to try and overcome the mark that god-damn Wolf placed on you.”
 

“You’re sure it was a Wolf?”
 

Ryan nodded, answering Cyn. “I’m positive. I can smell him in the bite.” His hold was gentle, but his voice was furious. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. This isn’t the way I’d planned on claiming you.”

Glory opened her mouth to give him permission. Better Ryan than the man who’d possibly killed her sister. But before she could respond he’d already bitten down.

Ryan’s fangs sank beneath her skin, the sensation completely different from what she’d felt when the stranger had bitten her. Glory gasped as intense pleasure flooded her being, the best orgasm she’d ever fucking had tearing her apart. She clung to him as the pleasure went on and on, the pain of the previous bite subsumed under the bliss Ryan gave her.

Why the fuck had she waited so long? If she’d known it would feel like this she would have let him bite her months ago.

His teeth pulled free, and Glory mourned their loss. She wanted that sensation again and again. “Ryan.” Her voice was breathless, needy.

“I’m sorry, Cyn. I need…” Ryan’s voice was almost as bad.

“Damn it.” Cyn sighed. “Try not to scare off the customers.”

What customers? And what was Cyn—

Whoa. Glory clung to Ryan as her Bear lifted her in his arms. “I need you,” he whispered as he nuzzled the top of her head.

“Mm-hmm.” Glory could barely think, but she had the feeling that she was about to be mauled by her Bear.

She could hardly wait.

Ryan couldn’t believe he was about to fuck his mate for the first time in the break room of her shop, but thanks to the son of a bitch who’d tried to change her he had no choice. Neither of them would be completely satisfied until Ryan sank inside her and finished marking her. The need to make her come again was riding him hard, urging him to just take her where they stood.

Thank God she’d worn one of her soft, gauzy skirts. He could lift it up, rip off her panties and pleasure them both with ease.

But first, he had to make sure his mate’s legs could hold her up. She’d scared the piss out of him when she collapsed. Ryan opened his senses to the healing spiral, dancing down it to make sure Glory wasn’t hurting.

He smiled as he sensed the touch of Cyn. Apparently she’d healed Glory even as Ryan marked her, making sure that Glory wouldn’t suffer any more than she already had. Ryan would have to make sure to thank Cyn for that, though he had the feeling she wouldn’t accept it. He knew how much Cyn loved both Glory and Tabby, how protective she felt toward both of them. She’d be furious with herself over the fact that Glory had gotten hurt again.

He pulled out of the healing spiral and placed his precious burden on the break table. “Let me love on you, Glory.”

She shivered, her pupils blown. The effects of the mating bite must still be with her. Good. It meant she’d be far more open to fucking him than she might have been otherwise.

God, he hated that this was forced on her. He’d be apologizing for the rest of his life, but the thought of Glory bearing even a trace of that fucker’s mark on her made him want to roar with rage.

Instead, he would try and make this the best, or at least the hottest, experience of her life. The Wolf—that’s what he’d scented before Glory called him back—wasn’t going to win.

Ryan licked his lips as he reached under Glory’s skirt, pulling her panties off and dropping them on the floor. “Lean back on your elbows, sweetheart.”

Glory whimpered, but obeyed. “Jesus, Ryan. I can’t believe we’re doing this here.”

“You’ll never be able to come into the shop again without thinking of me.” And that’s just how Ryan wanted it. Fuck the strange Wolf. Glory would remember today as the day they’d mated if it killed him.

Ryan carefully pushed the hem of her skirt up until the thin material bunched at her waist, exposing the blonde fuzz that covered her pussy. He was ready to whine like a child, desperate for a taste of candy.

Glory slowly spread her legs. “Rye?”

He stroked her legs, trying to calm her shivering. “Shh.” He brushed his tongue over her clit, smiling when she gasped and lifted her hips. “Let me taste you. I’ve been dying for you.” The mate dreams weren’t enough, never had been, and now that he had her spread out like a buffet Ryan planned on gorging himself.

Glory lay back on the table, her legs dangling over the edge. She cupped her small breasts through her shirt, her thumbs circling over the nipples.

“Are you wearing a bra?”

Glory grinned secretively and spread her legs wider.

“Shit.” Ryan pressed his mouth to her pussy and began eating his mate out. He alternated fucking her with his tongue and sucking on her clit, delighted when she began to softly moan. The knowledge that he was bringing his mate to orgasm thrilled him and soothed him at the same time. He needed to make her come, preferably more than once, before he took his own pleasure. So Ryan concentrated on the spots that made her moan the loudest, took note of the ones that made her softly sigh, and mixed it up, waiting for the moment when she’d quiver in ecstasy beneath his touch.

Her hands slipped beneath her shirt and pushed it up, revealing that his hunch was right. His mate wasn’t wearing a bra, her small breasts allowing her to get away with it. He wanted one of them in his mouth almost as badly as he wanted her to come.

Soon. Soon he’d be pounding into her, one of her breasts sucked into his mouth, listening to her scream as her pussy pulsed around him.

But first, he was going to make her shudder on his tongue.

Her breath was coming in needy gasps, her thighs quivering as he pressed her legs apart, refusing to allow her to close them. He wanted, needed, full access to her quivering hole.

With a whimpering cry Glory came, her back arching, her blue hair spilling around her. He could barely stop himself from spilling in his jeans at the sight, his gorgeous, fairy-like mate finding her satisfaction at his hands.

“More. Oh, fuck, Ryan. Give me more.”

“Tongue or cock, sweetheart?” He wiped his hand across his lips, her juices sweet on his tongue. He was willing to do either, but eventually he would sink into her warm depths.

She pressed the palm of her hand against her clit, one of her fingers sinking deep inside her.

Ryan watched, entranced, as she fucked herself, rubbing her clit at the same time. But he couldn’t stop himself from touching, stroking her soft, pale skin, tangling in the pale curls at the juncture of her thighs. Before too long his finger joined hers inside her.

Her blue eyes were glued to his face, her free hand stroking over his chest, tugging at his shirt.

He began lifting the edge of the shirt with his free hand. “You want this off?”

She whimpered and nodded.

Ryan whipped the shirt over his head, dropping it beside her panties. Her free hand immediately went to his chest, her fingers bringing his nipples to stinging life.

Ryan brushed her hand off her pussy and lifted her legs over his shoulders. He bent and once more took her clit in his mouth, sucking on it strongly. His fingers entered her, fucking her in time to the strokes of his tongue.

“Oh. Oh, Ryan. Yes, right there.” Glory’s hips rose and fell, her thighs clamping down around his head.

Ryan could feel it, the quivering wetness of her, and knew she was close. He wanted to drive her over the edge one more time before sinking into her. He’d ride her, thrust against that amazing ass, cup her breasts through her shirt and finally, finally sink his fangs into her once more.

Glory grabbed hold of his head and Ryan stilled everything but his tongue. Within seconds she was crying out, her legs tightening around his head as the orgasm tore through her.

Ryan kept up a gentle sucking until her legs relaxed. “Think you can stand?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Good.” Because Ryan had a fantasy that involved her lying against the break table, her ass in the air, his cock in her pussy, and damn it if he wasn’t going to make it come true.

He helped her off the table and pulled off her shirt, revealing her pretty pink nipples. He sucked one into his mouth, enjoying her soft moans as he brought it to a stiff peak. “Bend over the table, sweetheart. Let me have you.”

Glory complied. “Make it good, Ryan.”

He chuckled, aware how raspy it sounded. God, even now she was pushy. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Damn straight.” But her ass went up, her legs spread, and Ryan was completely lost.

Grabbing her hips, Ryan slid inside her, groaning at the feel of her tight, wet heat. Slowly he began to move inside her. “This good?”

“Faster.”

Ryan refused to go any faster until he knew for certain her knees would hold her. “No.”

Glory growled and reached behind her, slapping his hip as hard as she could. “Faster.”

Ryan laughed. “Yes, ma’am.”

Glory started to laugh, but it was abruptly cut off as Ryan gave her what she’d been demanding. He began pounding into her, the sound of their flesh slapping together filling the room.

“Oh, yes, fuck yes.” Glory began to thrust back, meeting him move for move. “Do it, Ryan. Fuck me hard.”

She was going to be the death of him. Ryan grabbed her hips and began to really fuck his mate, thrusting so hard she was moving jerkily against the table. He could see her breasts bouncing, the hard tips rubbing the table top. Her hair, that mass of wild blue curls he loved so much, brushed against him with every thrust. She felt so good, so tight, Ryan never wanted to leave. He wanted to stay buried inside her for the rest of his days.

She grabbed hold of the edge of the break table, steadying herself against his thrusts. “Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, inflaming him further. His mate was a talker, and he loved it.

“Tell me. Tell me it’s good.”

“Fuck, so good.” Glory moaned, going on her tiptoes. “I need it. I need, Ryan.”

“Bare your neck, sweetheart.”

She lifted her hair away from her neck. Her blue eyes were glazed, the red mark left by his teeth stark against her pale skin. He’d healed the Wolf’s bite as he’d claimed her, leaving nothing but his own mark behind.

She was so beautiful, so fierce, his tiny mate. He could feel himself near to coming, ready to spill inside her.

Lightning fast he struck, sinking his fangs into her neck.

Glory shrieked, spasming around him so hard he thought his dick would be ripped off. The tight spasms of her orgasm forced his own, and Ryan spilled inside his mate, blind with ecstasy. It felt like it went on and on, the pleasure wringing him dry as Glory cried out his name.

When it was over Ryan tried to hold himself up, tried to keep from collapsing on his tiny mate. “Fuck.”

Glory giggled, the sound breathless. “Let’s go again.”

Ryan lost the battle, collapsing on top of her with a laugh. “Give me a minute, SG.”

She patted his hip. “Take your time, son. Take your time. I’m just gonna rest here with a pole up my—”

“You couldn’t wait, could you?” Julian’s amused voice floated over him, startling them both to silence. “You just
had
to do it on the table where I eat my lunch.” Julian tsk’d. “There’s not enough antibacterial cleaner in the world.”

Ryan froze, aware his bare ass was facing the curtain that separated the main part of Cynful Tattoos from the break room. He was giving Julian one hell of a view, his jeans barely to his knees, his cock still sunk in his mate’s pretty pussy. “What can I say? I was hungry.”

This time, when Glory smacked him, he just laughed.

Chapter Nine

Glory could not believe she’d had sex in the break room. What the hell had she been thinking?

She shot a glance toward Ryan, who was filling his parents in on the attack against her. He winked at her when he caught her staring, his expression unbearably happy.

Oh, right. I was thinking of getting me a piece of that.

God, the man knew what he was doing. She hadn’t taken so much pleasure from another person in… In…

Ever.

Glory huffed out a sigh. He was going to be insufferable now. No doubt his couch surfing days were over too. He’d crawl into bed with her tonight, and from the way her body tingled she wouldn’t exactly be kicking him out again. Hell, she probably wouldn’t complain too much if he left entire sandwiches in the bed, let alone crumbs.