Bearing It All (Alpha Werebear Shifter Paranormal Romance) (27 page)

“Should we stop?” he asked. Somehow I didn’t think he was serious. “I don’t want to piss off the landlord.”

Instead of answering, I reached down and ran my hand his entire length, or as much of it as I could. “If you think we’re stopping,” I said, “you’re crazier than me. And I’m a
fox
.”

Ash started shaking, either with excitement or with laughter, it was hard to tell, and before I knew it, long, hard hairs were coming out of his chest until he was covered with a wild, thick rug.

God I love my bears.

“Oh my God!” I gasped. “I thought you said you clippered!”

“These legs of yours,” he paused to thrust against me and inhale deeply. “They weren’t this hairy earlier.”

We had both gotten so wild that I managed to miss the beginning of my shifting. Ash filled his hands with my breasts, never once letting me off the wall. I was way, way past mewling by then. Throwing my head back and forth, my long red hair was all over the place. In my mouth, in his mouth, it didn’t even matter. Neither of us cared, we were both totally helpless to each other.

“Pull my hair,” Ash said. “Harder,” he was growling. “Pull it harder, God that feels good. I’ve wanted someone who could really stand up to me for a long, long time, and here you are.”

I craned my neck and slipped his earlobe between my teeth, nipping him softly.

“Oh those pointy teeth,” he groaned. “Do it again, but harder. Bite my neck.” He let a long, slow hiss escape his lips.

“I can’t take this anymore,” I whispered in his ear as Miss Whipplebottom hit the ceiling again and we both started laughing like dumb kids. “Can you... y’know, uh...”

Chewing on my lip, I looked down at Ash, who was staring up and me and breathing hard.

“You mean...?” he asked, like he almost didn’t believe it.

“Put me down,” I said. When my feet touched the ground, I immediately regretted having him let go of me, but I knew it would all be better in just a second.

His hands were trembling as he pushed my hair back behind my ears.

“How about getting that shirt off?” I asked him, and tugged the bottom of his uniform shirt out of his belt. “Maybe?”

Ash grabbed the collar and started to rip it before reconsidering.

“I’m not sure I want to pay for a replacement,” he growled. “Or have to explain why I need one.”

His chest flexed against me when he pulled me close again, but there was still one more problem. “My shirt,” I whispered. “Why did you leave
my
shirt on me?”

“Good question,” he said, grabbing my collar between his hands.

I couldn’t manage to raise a protest before he ripped my shirt straight down the middle and threw my bra across the room. “That was expensive,” I said with a smile.

“I’ll get you another one. Both, I guess, if I accidentally tore your bra too.”

I snickered. “If you’d torn that bra it would probably take
two
starting police officer paychecks to cover.”

Just as I finished, he pushed my head back with his, forcing my lips apart. With hungry gasps, we sucked at each other’s lips, swirled our tongues together, all while my nipples rubbed against his thickening chest hair, thrilling at his raw power.

“There so much I want to do to you,” he said, pulling away and sucking my lip between his teeth. “I don’t even know where to start.”

“I do,” I whispered, dropping to my knees.

Running my hands up his muscled thighs, I found his cock running partway down his leg, and cupped my hand around his tip. I rubbed a slow, hard circle, squeezing him through his slacks, and biting my lip to keep myself from squealing.

I imagined his heat and his strength; I imagined his teeth on my neck.

“Scratch me,” I whispered, as I slid his thick, hard, black belt open and grabbed his zipper. “Yes! Yes! Harder!”

At first, he was just tickling me, but when I fished his cock out of his trousers and slid my lips around his tip, he got more urgent the harder I sucked.

In slow rotations, I moved my tongue down him, then back up, tugging harder and harder all the time. He was too thick for my hands to go around by themselves, so I had to hold him between both hands, tugging, pulling, sucking as hard as I could.

“You’re so good, Violet,” he groaned, running his fingernails along my back and the fingertips on his other hand through my hair. “I’ve never felt... never...”

When I looked up, Ash’s mouth was hanging open. He was staring down at me. His eyes were glazed over, and he couldn’t manage to speak, but one thing he
could
do was grab the back of my head and push himself deeper into my mouth.

“Perfect,” he finally moaned. “You’re just...”

I heard his breath hitch in his chest and felt him squeeze my shoulder. “Wait,” he said with a little laugh. “We have all the time in the world, no reason to be in such a hurry.”

Ash grabbed the base of his cock and pulled away, sliding it out of my lips. As soon as he was gone, I was aching, yearning to have him back.

“You’re not the only one with some ideas,” he whispered, leaning me back and crouching in front of me. “Every kiss,” he said. “Every single kiss I’ve ever given you has been the most important of my life.”

As he trailed his fingertips around my puckered nipples, Ash slid a hand underneath me and helped me ease out of my skirt, and the wet panties underneath. Gripping them in his fist, he brought the bunched up cloth to his nose, inhaled deeply and sighed.

He gave me another most important kiss of his life behind one ear, and then the other, nuzzling me gently. With my legs stretched out in front of me, I felt his long, thick heat against my thigh, and then going deeper. His tip, still wet from my mouth, stroked up and then down me.

I tried to push my hips forward and dip him inside, but he pulled back. “Not yet,” he whispered. “Soon, but not just yet. There’s something I want to do to
you
first.”

The short, thick carpet on my floor made little noises when Ash rolled me backwards on it and pushed my knees apart. Starting at my knees, he licked tiny circles and then sucked my skin, going from the left leg to the right, back and forth, closer each time to my aching sex.

“Don’t make me wait,” I whispered, pleading with him for the kisses to be between my legs. “I want you so bad that I can taste it.”

“You’ve waited this long, haven’t you?” Ash asked, sliding his tongue down one side of my folds and back up the other, teasing me with little wiggles of it as he went.

That
did it. I grabbed his hair and shoved my hips forward against his face. Instead of fighting me, he pushed his tongue straight into me, working it back and forth and then in a long, slow circle inside me.

Seconds later, as I was trying to catch my breath from the initial shock of pleasure, he slid a finger into me, in between hungry licks. Curling it against the sweet, thrilling place right inside me, I could hardly keep myself from writhing all over the floor.

The hand that wasn’t inside me slid up my body, and a finger hooked in my mouth. Trembling, I wrapped my lips around first Ash’s thumb and then two of his other fingers. Seconds later, he grabbed my breast hard, squeezing and flicking his fingertips over the top of my prickled nib.

“I can’t... oh my God, Ash, this is so good,” I groaned. “How can you make me feel like this?”

“Because we were made for each other,” he said, lifting his face from my sex with a sucked kiss. “Because without you, I don’t have any reason to live. Because you make me whole.”

By the time his tongue was back against me, and his fingers were churning and pumping and stretching me, I had laid my head back on the floor and let myself get carried away in a drifting, floating cloud of ecstasy.

“If... if we have so much time,” I said, “why can’t we just keep doing this over and over instead of dragging this time out forever?”

“I want it to be special,” he said. “I want it to be perfect.”

I craned my neck up and grabbed his face, forcing him to look at me. “It already is,” I said, caressing his cheek with my fingertips. “Nothing will ever come between us. Don’t ask me how, but... I just know it. I know this is right, Ash. Don’t make me wait to feel my mate inside me.”

Another finger joined the first in me. He rotated them opposite each other, stretching them deeper.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, as he adjusted his position and I felt the heat from his tip between my knees. “If I do, just say so, and I’ll stop, okay?”

I nodded, but somehow didn’t think that was going to happen.

Arching my back, and working my legs around his waist, I urged Ash closer to me. I reached down and grabbed him, sliding my hands up and down his length as far as they could go, and guided him to my ready entrance.

“Please,” I whispered. “Please let me have all of you.”

His tip pushed my folds apart and slid inside effortlessly. I took a deep breath, and grabbed Ash’s huge shoulders.

“Is this okay?” he asked.

“Oh my God is it ever,” I smiled up at him. “This,” I gasped at a gentle thrust, “is everything I’ve ever wanted.”

Ash braced himself on his hands and pushed a little deeper, forcing me to take another breath. The pain between my legs barely lasted a few seconds before I was overwhelmed with incredible, beautiful, body-filling warmth.

By the second stroke, I was gone.

The carpet against my back rubbed hot and sweet and rough. Ash’s hands on my sides, then on my face, then on my breasts had me moving my hips, swaying back and forth to get him as deep as I could.

For a few moments we moved just like that – me bucking against him, his lower abs grinding against my clit, and his cock driving deeper and deeper with each wonderful thrust.

“Be...hind,” I gasped, forcing myself to speak as his thickness filled my body and his warmth filled my heart. “Take... me...”

Ash let out a loud groan as he pulled away. Without a word, he grabbed my wrists and turned me around. I reached out, grabbed the side of the couch and looked back as he pushed in.

I was sailing. As he stretched into me, I felt like we were one being with two bodies. I felt the beating of his heart; I felt the rise and fall of his breathing when he fell onto my back, driving ever deeper.

“I can’t... keep going,” I whispered. “So close,” my breath hitched in my chest. Fire snaked up my back and through me, radiating out from my core and making my fingers and toes all curl up. “I’m so close.”

“Me... too,” he said. “Just... yes...”

We moved together, him inside me, back and forth, wild thrusts coming one after another. On my sides I felt the hair on his arms grow longer. He leaned over, slamming into me, rubbing my face and my chest against the couch as the hair on his chest got longer and he groaned.

“So... close!” he was almost shouting.

Another angry thumping on the ceiling told me that Mrs. Whipplebottom was really not very impressed with us, but by that point I didn’t care.

My spirit was soaring, my eyes were fluttering, and every muscle in my body was going tight and loose, tight and loose, in time with the breaths I took.

“Now,” Ash groaned. “I can’t hold it, I can’t...”

At the very last second, I pushed back against him. He stopped moving completely and I wiggled away. “I want to watch your face,” I said. “Seems like you told
me
that once.”

A smile crossed Ash’s face as I pushed him back on the floor and climbed on top, guiding him inside.

One thrust, then another, and I was facing the edge. The tension between my legs, the tightness in my chest, was almost too much to handle.

“Violet,” he said, looking up into my eyes. “I love you.”

“I... love... you,” I said back, then closed my eyes and let the waves overwhelm me.

From deep inside my body, inside my soul, warmth pushed out in every direction. My muscles all went tight and clenched, and then as I felt him swell inside me, my whole body relaxed at the same time.

Shudders gripped me.

Trembling, intense pleasure held me tight, and then before I knew it, I fell forward and Ash’s arms were around me.

“That’s it, beautiful,” he said. “Let me see that perfect face. Let me watch your gorgeous eyes.”

I opened my eyes and forced myself to look one last time before my climax overwhelmed me. Ash’s gorgeous brown eyes had taken on a golden-yellow hue as the hair sprouting out of his arms got thicker and harder.

“You bring it out in me,” he groaned, leaning his head back against the floor and clenching his jaws. “You and... no one... else.”

“You and me,” I said, as I careened off the edge and white heat blinded me. “You and me forever?”

“Forever,” Ash said, clutching me against him and letting the waves of climax course through the both of us. “Forever.”

The explosion between us – inside me – was more than I ever imagined, more than I ever dreamed, and more than I could handle.

My sex clenched and squeezed and my heart soared and twirled. “Hold me,” I shuddered, “please, please never let me go.” My body shook, the muscles between my legs milked and tugged at Ash, and moments later, I opened my eyes to see him smiling up at me.

“Stay here,” he said, after my breathing returned to something approaching normal. “I got a surprised for you.”

I hated for him to leave, but when he came back with a hot towel, flowers
and
chocolates, I forgave him. Gently, he soothed the sweat and the sex off my skin, and kissed me before he pulled me into his lap and caressed my face gently with his fingertips.

“I hope you like this kind,” he said, grinning at me and kissing me again behind the ear. “They seemed pretty good.”

I took one look at the box, told him I loved them, and set them on the couch. Facing him again, I wrapped my arms around his huge neck and held him tight.

“This is real, right?” I asked. “I’m not going to wake up tomorrow and find a note or something on the pillow and learn that you’re gone and I’m alone?”

“I caught you,” Ash said. “Remember? You wanted me to chase you. You ran, I chased, I caught. If you think I’m just going to vanish after all that work...”