Bear Your Teeth (Alpha Werebear Paranormal Shifter Romance) (12 page)

“I guess your sister
is
gonna need a new roommate,” he said with a smile. “I guess I can pay rent until she does.”

Her feet hit the floor and before she knew it, Thor lifted her and threw them aside. She was standing there, bare and vulnerable, shirt half tucked into her panties from the way he’d pulled his hands out from her shirt. Both of them had grins on their faces that could only be described as “doofy” but that was okay. Everything, for once, was okay. Better than okay, Rika thought, better than good, better than fine.

Everything was the way it was
supposed
to be.

Her time for reflection passed as soon as he decided that the
inside
of her panties was where his fingers belonged. Not even bothering to pull them down, the big bear shoved her polka-dotted cotton underoos with a picture of the Batgirl symbol on the broad side of her ass. “Oh... oh my God,” she whimpered as Thor’s finger slid in to the first knuckle, and he rotated it slowly, teasing another long, drawn-out moan from her bowed lips.

A rumble from deep in Thor’s belly vibrated her stomach, then her sex, as he pushed a little deeper, smiling when she opened her eyes. “When someone’s this beautiful, when someone makes these cute, almost sickeningly adorable noises,” she interrupted with an excited growl and a yip, to give an example of her unbearable adorableness.

Thor chuckled and rotated his huge finger again, lingering on the place at the front of her sex that made Paprika start rolling her eyes and drooling just enough to be cute. “Yeah, like I was saying. It makes it real easy to think you’re—oh look out!”

With a sneaky hand, and a glint of mischief in her eyes, Paprika snaked her hand down between their two bodies, and inside the top of Thor’s boxer briefs. “What’s this?” she grinned, wrapping her hand around him about halfway down. “Already all big and hard? I didn’t have to do anything.” Paprika pouted playfully. She lifted him so that he was laying vertical inside his underpants, and then slid a leg around him so that he was against her opening.

Just the heat of him there, the promise of his thickness moving into her, was enough to send a shiver up and then down Paprika’s back. She squeezed, sliding her almost-closed fist up his shaft and then back down. “Do I actually get all of you this time? Or is there some other complicated bear mating ritual that has to happen before I get what’s mine?”

“Yours?” he chuckled. “I mean, I’d hate to keep something away that belonged to someone else. Although,” he was teasing, and she hated it, but she loved it at the same time, especially when he gave his hips a little thrust and sent a shudder through her entire body. “I’m not sure what it is I have that’s yours.”

Without a word, Rika wriggled away from Thor, regretfully sliding off his finger.
God he feels so good. Everything about him, every breath, every kiss, every pulse of those fingers.
But there was something she wanted – needed – more than any finger, or word, or kiss.

Deftly, she worked her way to the floor, unbuttoned his jeans the rest of the way and slid them down over his perfectly rounded ass. With both her hands around his cock, she squeezed and watched him get harder, thicker, fuller than before.

“Open the window,” she said, before she circled his tip with her tongue and tasted his saltiness. “I want to see what I’m doing.”

“But won’t someone be able to see in?” he asked, but was already throwing the curtain open.

“Honey, this town’s full of people just like us. You don’t think anyone’s seen a bear and a rabbit get it on?”

He grumbled a laugh. “I guess Jamesburg isn’t exactly like Cedar Falls, huh?”

Rika’s answer was to open her lips and slide down until he filled her mouth. She looked up, eyes twinkling, at Thor as he smiled down and pushed a red coil out of her face. Sticking her tongue out as far as she could, she wiggled it along his underside, and rotated her hands.

She caught a rhythm in a way that reminded her of floating on her back in the ocean. Waves came and went, some faster, some slower, some bigger and some smaller, but all of them going in the same direction. For a second, she pulled away from Thor’s erection and kissed his tip, watching with her mouth open as he glistened in the moonlight streaming through the now open window.

Her breathing was heavy, but nothing like his. The slow pace of her sucks, of her moving hands up and down, increased, and with it, so did the bear’s heartbeat. She felt him surge, and then heard him laugh, a sound that shocked through his body and tightened his already impressive abs into a rock-hard washboard.

“How did I ever go along without you?” he asked.

“I dunno,” she kissed his tip again. “It’s not like you didn’t throw yourself at me pretty hard, Mr. Conductor.”

A look of confusion, coupled with ecstasy when she closed her lips around him again, passed over Thor’s face. It wasn’t until she had brought him to the brink that he stopped her, pulling back and lifting her to her feet. “You got a train to catch?” he asked, laughing softly. “What’s the hurry?”

Rika smiled, a hint of blush coloring her cheeks. “After the first one we can get on with the second,” she whispered, still with her hand wrapped around his base, though she didn’t push – or pull – the issue.

“There is one thing,” he said, lifting her off her feet and manually wrapping her legs around his waist. His girth rested against the crotch of her panties was almost too much for Rika. She reached down between their bodies and pressed him up against herself. “One thing I have to tell you,” he finished. “About bears and mating.”

“It’s for life, something about a bite, yadda yadda?”

“Close,” he whispered, and then leaned in right next to her. She felt her panties shoved to the side and then at exactly the same time, stretched around Thor’s tip, and felt her weight caught by the soft, faux-leather sofa. “Very close.”

“Well,” she laughed, rolling her head back on her shoulders and resting it on the couch, which was surprisingly comfortable for being owned by her sister. “God you feel good,” she stroked him with dancing fingertips, making goosebumps pop up on his forearms. The hair on Thor’s belly and chest was trimmed, but obviously thick and full. With the hand that wasn’t holding onto him, Rika grabbed as much of a handful as she could.

“I’ve always wanted to do that,” she breathed, “but what is it? What’s the big secret mating ritual?”

He pushed, spreading her legs and her sex, pushing deep, but slowly and gently enough to give her body time to adjust to his size. He moved softly, quietly, but passionately, pushing and pulling at exactly the right moments, like he knew what she wanted without her even asking.

Thor’s length filled her deeper than she’d ever imagined. Faux leather swished and swooshed with every movement, like that zipping sound corduroy pants made when she wore them, and consequently why she stopped wearing corduroy.

“Take off your shirt,” she whispered. “Mine too. I want to feel you against me, feel your skin, your hair, everything.”

She pulled her hands out from under his shirt and helped him push his over his head. Without moving, without letting her get up from the couch, Thor tried to wrestle Paprika’s shirt up over her head, but it was stuck somewhere. After the second try, he just growled, his eyes flared slightly, and he bit right through the collar, ripping it and hurling it to the side. He bared his teeth again, and she saw that they were slightly longer and sharper.

“Whoa, whoa, cowboy, you’re
not
doing that with this bra.” She reached back and undid the latch. Just when she was about to take it off, Thor shattered her with a deep, hard thrust that thrilled her and ached so sweetly and deeply that she completely forgot about the stupid bra, leaving it hanging off her shoulders until it just fell by the side on its own.

His hands, rough and hard, and so, so strong, cupped her breast and the other went underneath, gripping hard on a muscle or a tendon, or something that sent a shock of pleasure working up through Paprika’s ass and into the pit of her stomach. He nipped at her neck, then her ear, before nuzzling her softly and driving his hips up and in.

“How does everything you do feel so good?” Rika moaned in and out, one solid, humming note.

“Because this is how it’s supposed to be,” the answer came, caressing her ears, prickling her nipples.

The hand on her breast flicked a thumb over her nipple, then circled as their bodies moved together. Paprika let her head roll back and forth on her shoulders, hair going all over the place. She was so close, so painfully close that she almost hurt with the onrush of her climax. The tension, the tightness, it was all too much.

“Is it gonna hurt?” she asked, biting her lip.

“Is what?” he pushed again, his breath ragged and his hands hungrily devouring every inch of her bare skin. He lowered his huge head, sucked briefly on her free nipple, and then pinched ever so slightly with his teeth. “I’d never hurt you.”

“The biting,” she paused to groan, “thing. You said—“

As he lifted her off the couch, and spun to get her on top, Thor chuckled in a leathery, soft, gravelly way. “Who bites someone to mate with them? I’m pretty sure we’re—“

“You jackass,” Rika said, laughing, the second before she sank her teeth into Thor’s muscled neck. At first he yelped slightly, but then he groaned, scratching his hands up and down her back. He settled them back on her breasts when she urged them there. “I’ll bite if you taunt me.”

She started rocking, back and forth, her sex swallowing all of him, her muscles constricting so sweetly. She ground her clit against his pubic bone, he rmouth falling open at the same time her eyes couldn’t keep from closing.

“I’m so close,” she pitched forward, catching herself on her hands, one on either side of his huge head. “I can’t hold on, I can’t—“

As her orgasm took her, curling her toes, making the hair stand up on the back of her neck, and sprouting soft fur all up and down her back, Rika’s teeth stuck out further, just like always. She felt her giant lover tremble, and felt his muscles flex taut.

“That’s the secret bear mating ritual,” he hissed through clenched teeth.

Relentlessly, as if driven by some impossible to contain passion, Rika slammed her hips up and down, harder and harder, faster, hungrier. “What is?” she gasped, between deep, hissing breaths.

“We always,” he took a breath and gritted his teeth, “always come at the same time.”

The tightness between her legs gave out at once. Relief swelled up and washed over Rika, head to toe. Her nipples, so sensitive and aching sweetly, stiffened to hard peaks just as her bear closed his mouth over one, and squeezed the other. She threw her head back, driving her hips down onto him one last time.

He surged, and she felt him fill her in a completely different way with every twitch, every pulse.

Rika sucked a breath, her nose filling with the scents of his sweat, their sex, and the vaguest hint of CK1. She flicked her tongue over those teeth, the ones she’d hated so much, for so long. Thor nuzzled her neck, pressing his nose into the hollow of her throat and kissing the flushed skin between her breasts. He was so gentle, so caring, and... holy
shit
he was big.

She kissed his check and then rolled to the side, the void he left when his cock slid out of her hurting worse than any stretch ever had. She felt empty, until he kissed her again, and she slid an arm around his waist and cuddled into the crook of his arm. There, she could hear, she could feel, the rhythm of his heart, thumping in time with hers.

“So,” she finally asked, as the aftershocks began to wane, “is that just the first time?”

He quirked an eyebrow, but said nothing.

“The whole coming together bit. That’s just something you do the first time, and from now on you’re gonna kiss me a few times, then whip off your pants and go to town?”

He smiled. “You wanna find out?” His mouth found hers.

Before she knew it, he was back inside, hard as ever, and she was wailing out her pleasure, clawing at his back and tugging his hair. As she crested the second wave, she couldn’t help notice him smiling at her with sweat running down his face. “What?” she asked, breathing hard and fast.

“I guess you were right. That time, you went first.”

*

“M
iss Ampton? Jamie Ampton?” Abby called out the next name on the sign-up sheet, staring at the packed-full waiting room. It had been a long, long time since she’d seen one of these.

Moving to Jamesburg was a little strange for her, but she adjusted quickly, all things considered. A tall woman, near six-foot, clad in all black, glided past her with a smoothness that professional ballerinas would envy.

“Miss Ampton?”

“Mmm-hmm,” Jamie said, “I have something to admit.”

Abby looked at her slightly sideways. “Should this wait until the—”

“I haven’t had my teeth cleaned.”

“In how long?”

Jamie stuck her pinkie in her mouth and chewed at the nail with an elongated canine. “Well, ever, really.”

“They look pretty white from where I’m standing,” Abby said with an easy smile. She put her hand on the woman’s shoulder, which was surprisingly cold, and turned her toward a room. “I promise, it won’t be the worst thing I’ve seen.” She turned, but paused for a second before turning back. “But if it is, I promise not to say anything.”

Jamie smiled, but as Abby led her to the room, she was shaking. As soon as she was in the chair, the poor thing started to try and climb out of it. “I think maybe I made a mistake,” she said. “I don’t know about all this, I think—”

Just when she was getting to the point where Abby thought she might be better off coming back later, Thor walked through the door with his hand stuck out. Jamie grabbed it and shook.

“I’ve heard about you,” he said. “You’re the bat? Er, vampire... ah,” he chuckled softly. “I’m new. I keep forgetting how to talk to people. You’re Jamie,” he said. “That’s all I really care about.”

Instantly, she settled back into the chair, eyes fixed on Thor’s dimple. Abby couldn’t help but laugh. Somehow he always managed to know just what to do. And, usually,
just what to do
was simply smiling. “So, how long has it been since your last—”