Matthew (BBW Country Music Bear Shifter Romance) (Bearly Saints Book 1) (19 page)

“Oh, God, I’m so selfish,” she said and flung the door open, stepping outside. “I’m here, Conrad, you spineless little maggot! Come and get me!” 

A wolf stepped out of the darkness. It was grey and snarling. Somehow Jess knew it was him. It stood in front of her, blood dripping from its maw. Then it padded up to her and stood growling. She raised the gun and sighted down the barrel. Could she pull the trigger? Could she end him? 

The moment hung, as though some celestial being had momentarily pushed pause. She felt the world turn, saw herself pulling the trigger, sighting right between his eyes. She saw Conrad fall to the ground as a wolf and lie there dying as a naked man, his pale skin shining in the moonlight. 

And then time came back. Conrad pounced and Jess squeezed her finger on the trigger. The shot went wide and disappeared into the dark. Now she was running, through the house, out the back door and down into the garden. It was a mad dash, she had no plan. Thoughts fell like loose ribbons from her head. This was primal fear, this was what it had felt like back before fire, before the world was tamed. He was on her heels, could easily have run her down. But this was far more fun, watching her dash blindly through the grass. 

Suddenly, something growled. Something else grunted and she felt Conrad disappear from behind her. A big bear with brown fur rose up in the grass. He and Conrad faced each other, circling. This wasn’t about Jess any more, she could somehow feel it. This was about bear versus wolf.  This was a showdown years in the making. It was about blood. 

Conrad made a faint at Wyatt, but Wyatt was watching his eyes. They growled and grunted at each other, while Jess stood on the sidelines helplessly. And then they moved. She didn’t see who moved first. It was all a blur of fur and blood and sweat. The battle was fierce, so horrible. The violence from it radiated outward. This was no longer two people fighting, this was a bear and a wolf and it would end in death. 

She couldn’t take it. They ripped and tore at each other. Gashes forming in both coats. Jess, feeling more helpless and insignificant than ever, stood on the sidelines and screamed. 

Eventually she sat in the grass, hands over her ears, rocking to and fro staring into the darkness until a gentle hand landed on her shoulder. She started in fright and turned to see Wyatt. Blood dripped from wounds all over his body. He was a mess. 

She flung her arms around his neck and clung to him. “Are you okay? Are you okay?”

“Yes,” he said. “We heal quickly. By tomorrow there won’t even be a scratch.” 

She begrudgingly let go of him and a gleam of pale flesh caught her eye in the blood soaked grass. 

“Is he..?”

Wyatt’s golden eyes were sad. “No,” he said. “But he won’t bother you again. If he knows what’s good for him.” 

Wyatt leaned heavily on Jess as the two of them slowly walked back towards the house. She had the rifle in her free hand and it felt like a lead weight. As they walked passed the crumpled form of Conrad lying in the grass she saw that he was a misshapen mess. Caught somewhere between human and wolf, bits of fur and skin mingled on oddly shaped body parts. His breath came in ragged bursts. There was a lot of blood. She turned away from him and looked at Wyatt who was watching her with concern. She smiled at him and in his golden eyes saw movement.

On instinct, the rifle came up as she spun around. Pushing Wyatt away, she cocked the weapon and fired. The silver bullet ripped through the leaping creature. It dropped to the ground with a wet thump. 

Conrad was dead.

The sun was warm on her skin as branches waved gently over her head. She lay back on the blanket and stared up at the canopy of green above her. Wyatt shifted next to her and poured more red wine into her glass. 

“This is really beautiful,” Jess said. 

“It’s my secret spot,” he said with a tone of mystery in his voice. “I come here to think, I find the waterfall to be especially conducive to clear thought.”

“You rehearsed that little speech didn’t you?”

“Maybe a little, especially them big words,” he pulled a goofy face and she laughed. 

“Well sir, you have outdone yourself,” she said. “The setting, the food, which is all gone I see, and the wine…”

“Still plenty of that,” Wyatt said pouring more into his glass too. 

They lay down together then and laughed and spoke, their fingers intertwined. All the while the birds sang overhead and the waterfall, just a small one, trickled over the rocks into a mossy pool. 

After a while Jess stood up. 

“Where are you going?” Wyatt asked. 

“For a swim of course,” she said and winked at him. They had been so chaste since the fight, never more than a kiss. Jess’s skin was crawling with urges, and if this was going to be another of those afternoons that drove her wild with unfulfilled desire, well the cold water looked terribly inviting. 

So she stripped her sundress off, left her bra and panties on a rock and waded into the water. It was deliciously cool and sweet. Suddenly he was behind her. She could feel the warmth radiating off him. 

She tried to turn around and say, “So you decided…” but it ended in a gasp, as Wyatt pulled her backwards against him hard, sliding one hand down her belly and between her thighs, working his fingers furiously. The other hand went up to cup her right breast. Squeezing it gently, pinching her nipple. Then his mouth closed on her neck, nibbling and kissing her gently. He began to suck and lick her ear lobe, sending sensations to her lower abdomen that made her want to grab him with both hands and devour him completely. She writhed in his grasp and broke free. Turning, she grinned at him. 

Her lips parted hungrily as she looked at him. He was so gorgeous with water trickling down his chest, to his washboard stomach. She ran a hand from his collarbone down over his pec, along his stomach and then, pulling herself against him, round his back. He laced his fingers in her hair then, his mouth coming down on hers. 

At first the kiss was gentle, tentative and then as the desire built in both of them, it became more urgent. The taste of wine and passion burning in their mouths. Jess could feel his hard muscles against her and the throb of him as he grew. She could feel the fluttering of her own stomach as he reached down and picking her up carried her out of the water. 

She felt the blanket beneath her and Wyatt above. He kissed her lips, her neck, her breasts, then slid his tongue down her belly and thighs. Then sliding a finger into her he began to work her to a frenzy with his tongue doing things that Jess had to admit were exceptionally yummy. She had never felt like this before. No one had ever taken the time to find every single sweet spot she had. But he was. Wyatt was consuming her heart and mind and body. And she was loving every spine tingling second of it.

Eventually, she couldn’t take it anymore and pulled his mouth up to hers. The kiss was furtive, long and deep. As though they were both searching for more pleasure in the taste of each other. Jess wanted him inside her in the worst possible way. She reached down for him and grabbed him, working him gently but firmly, feeling him grow even more in her grasp. Then she pushed him over and climbed on top of him, taking him in her mouth. Swallowing as much of him as she could. His groans filled her ears and suddenly he was sitting up, pulling her mouth off him, taking her in his arms and lifting her easily onto his lap. 

As he slid inside her, Jess gasped and moaned. This was it. This was love. It was the most wonderful feeling, like she was home and safe. They began to move together, riding the beast as one. Each thrust bringing them closer and closer together until Jess didn’t know where she ended and Wyatt began.    

They rose and fell until fireworks went off behind Jess’s eyes. She had never felt a rush like that before. But Wyatt didn’t stop, he flipped her over onto all fours and took her firmly from behind, kissing her back and neck. Jess felt all new urges, as he then pulled out and sat back as erect as ever. She kissed him then, taking him in her mouth again. Sucking, licking, trying to draw the pleasure out of him. He moaned and whispered things to her, how much he loved her, how much he wanted her again and again. 

She climbed onto him, running her nails down his chest, feeling him enter her again and this time she had more control, more time to play with. She squeezed him inside her, drawing moan after gasp from him, until he lifted her off his lap and slammed her on to her back on the blanket, taking her breath away.

It was a bit rough, animalistic. She didn’t care. His hunger, his desire filled her and they writhed, and moaned together as the sun slid behind the trees and the world turned. Wyatt licked her neck, gently biting her nipples as he massaged her breasts. She reached up and ran her fingers through his hair, delighting in every rock hard inch of him. 

He thrust harder and harder, his breath coming in gasps and groans. Wyatt began to moan and Jess found that she was moaning too, the air forced from her lungs in puffs. Together they found a rhythm, a steady pace, and as their desire rose, they clung to each other, moving in unison. Jess buried her face in his neck, breathing him in, licking him and tasting him. Then she felt him shudder, felt the warmth as he filled her with his love, and in that moment a miracle occurred. Never before had Jess seen the fireworks more than once in an encounter. Never had anyone taken her to these heights, to such pleasure. Her throat opened, the pleasure and release filled her and escaped through her lungs as she roared her happiness to the world in a primal scream.

Wyatt held her then, breathing heavily, his face buried in her hair. She clung to him, aware of her own heaving breaths, and when her heart rate slowed she kissed him. Again and again and again.

They lay together under a dimming sky as the stars began to come out and dance across the veil of the heavens. Jess didn’t know what the future held, but she was quite certain that Wyatt would be in it with her. 

BEARLY SHELTERED TITLE PAGE

Bearly Sheltered

Big Paw Security Book III

by

Becca Fanning

BEARLY SHELTERED

Silence pervaded the streets, broken only by the whistling of wind between the trees and the skittering of dry leaves blowing across the pavement. The moon was full, but hidden by thick, dark clouds. A car's headlights shattered the gloom a few blocks ahead, but it turned away before reaching the silent police cruiser sitting by a row of abandoned houses. 

“Miller, you know I'm the only friend you have left in the precinct,” Sergeant Brock Franklin muttered. He sounded exasperated. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him glance over at her, a flash of moonlight illuminating half his face. “Miller. Emma. Listen to what I have to say.” 

“I'm listening, Brock,” Emma replied, without looking over. She knew most other officers weren't on a first name basis with their sergeants, but with Brock, it was different. They were more than just partners. They were friends. She couldn't count the amount of times she'd been invited to join him and his family for Christmas or Thanksgiving. His wife and kids had treated her as another member of their family. For someone with no family, Emma knew she was lucky to have a person like Brock she could depend on. It's why we're such good partners, even if I don't always like what he has to say, she pondered. 

“After you reported the police corruption, and the murder, the rest have turned against you. Hell, they've turned against me for refusing to hang you out to dry. You realize how serious this is? You could bring down the whole station, from Chief Radmacher on down. They will not go down without a fight. Radmacher is only a few years away from a sweet retirement plan. He will not give it up.” 

“So what can they do? I've submitted my case to the DA. All I have to do is sit back and wait while the case is built. Besides, it's not like they will take me out to stop the case,” she said, giving a nervous laugh. 

Silence. Emma turned to Brock, shivering. They wouldn't do that, would they? They're the ones that are in the wrong. They were the ones who murdered an innocent man and tried to cover it up. Exposing them was the right thing to do. 

“I don't know. Some of the guys...” Brock paused. “I've caught whispers in the precinct. Some of the guys – Forman, Martin, Anderson – they're planning something. Just keep your head down. If things get bad around here, I know somewhere we can lay low for a while. Long enough for the prosecutors to finish up the case. It should happen any day now, but you can never be sure.” 

“Lay low? I will not go into hiding for doing the right thing! You can't just kill someone in cold blood because you're an officer! It doesn't work like that!” 

“Emma,” Brock said, resting a hand on her arm. “I know. We will bring these guys down, but to do so, we have to play it safe. Now, listen –” 

The radio squawked, cutting Brock off. “Sergeant Franklin, do you copy?” 

“10-4. This is Franklin, go ahead.” 

“We have a reported 11-6 at the corner of Rogers and 25
^th
. Requesting backup.” 

“We're are on our way.”