Romance: My Bear Boss: BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance (BBW Shifter Romance, Paranormal Shifter Romance) (11 page)

Before she could ask again, Leo ducked down and lapped against her flesh, making her let out a high pitched gasp. He absolutely loved her taste; gently bitter but warm and completely unique to her.

There was an honest joy in his heart, knowing full well that he was the only one capable of bringing out such sounds from her, the only one she was allowing to do so. He was making her feel good, and that brought him happiness.

Soon, one of her hands found his hair, gripping tight at the roots as she bucked her hips against his mouth, riding the sensations his tongue pressed against her.

She was getting close, judging by how hard she was breathing and her moans were climbing. She was almost ready for him, even if she was soaking wet now, but he wanted to bring her to this peak first, before she was ready to climb the next.

His hardness was straining almost painfully hard against his pants and the sacks beneath were feeling tighter and tighter, but Leo remained dutiful, knowing full well she needed this first.

So he lapped, paying special attention to the nub at her peak before falling back to her entrance and teasing her cavern with gentle prodding. A few licks and Ingrid was suddenly coming and coming hard.

Her body tightened up, her mouth letting out a high-pitched squeal that faded into silence. Her juices invaded his mouth and Leo felt completed, and he felt tempted to continue pressing his tongue against her, but when he did Ingrid was begging him to stop.

“Please, please, just…” She pleaded, twitching.

“I want you.”

“I want you too.” He said before pushing himself up and pulling his trousers down.

He lined himself up to her entrance, stroking himself a few time to get himself going when he noticed her staring down at him.

When she looked back up at him, she looked nervous, but Leo smiled and pressed a kiss to her lips.

“We’ll take it slow.”

And slow he did. Carefully he pressed against her and pushed her legs apart with his hands, and he nearly came apart when she suddenly reached up and forced him down.

Ingrid pushed him down hard against her hips, practically impaling herself with his member.

“Ingrid, what—?” Leo began, alarmed.

Instead, she was shaking her head and breathing hard against his lips.

“It’s okay,” she insisted.

“I wanted it… it doesn’t hurt.”

“Are you kidding me?” He asked, voice tight as he felt her clench around him—it felt amazing.

Ingrid nodded, yet her eyebrows were furrowed tightly.

“Please move, Leo.” Ingrid breathed before blinking up dark brown eyes at him, heavy with lust and desire and laced with something he could feel in his heart.

Nodding slowly, he proceeded the last few inches of himself, pushing out before sliding back in short thrusts. The rhythm was gentle and good for Ingrid but was doing nothing for his crumbling self-restraint. He wanted nothing more than to pound hard against her and make her scream, but he knew that wouldn’t happen right now.

Suddenly, Ingrid bucked up, meeting his thrusts and enveloping him deeper inside of her.

The sensation made them both let out a cry in unison, equally surprised and delighted in the sensation.

“Are you okay?” He asked, barely holding it together.

“Yes, yes…” Ingrid said.

“Please go faster…”

Leo obliged, pumping against her at a quicker pace and nearly losing himself to her body. Her fingers dragged over every inch of his skin, and as he ducked his head down to lick against her nipples, their hips collided in tandem together.

Soon, Ingrid was begging for hard, faster,
deeper
and Leo could do nothing but meet her requests with growingly hard pumps that had his flesh slap against hers.

The bed beneath them began to bounce along to their rhythm, and the cacophony of gasps and moans became the only music loud enough to deafen them both.

Leo pumped against her, feeling phenomenal with every little gasp she made and whenever he groaned out her name, she only clenched tighter making him groan that much hard and driving them down a delicious spiral of sensations that were leaving them reaching a delicious peak.

Leo shifted, slinging her legs high over his shoulders as his hands gripped to her thighs and the new angle provided a deeper penetration that had Ingrid’s moans shift into screams.

He loved every second of it, just as much as he loved every inch of her.

“Leo, Leo—LEO!” Ingrid shrieked, bouncing hard against him even as she dug her fingers hard into his skin.

“Ingrid,” Leo grunted back, and when he could feel her begin to tremble hard against him he couldn’t hold back anymore and ducked his head down to her neck.

His lips sealed over a particular spot before he bit down and Ingrid was letting out a moan so rich and delicious, it sent him straight over the edge.

He exploded, releasing every inch of himself deep into this woman who had captured his heart and soul that fateful night they met. Still, they writhed together and he felt her clamp down on his member, making him see stars behind his eyelids and rush waves upon waves of ecstasy through his skin.

Finally, they reached the very end, and they both collapsed against each other in a disarray of bodies and sweat-slicked skin.

Ages passed before either of them could move and when Leo managed to hoist himself over her, he was met by her smile and tears in her eyes.

“Hey, why are you crying?” He asked, worried he may have hurt her.

“Because, you idiot,” she remarked with a sniffle and a kiss. “I love you.”

And if there was any moment Leo felt free it was in that moment, especially when he saw her grin back at him, that same cheeky grin he had given her nearly half a year ago when he repeated those same words back at her.

“I love you too, my lioness.”

***

Chosen By Her Bear

Ashley Hunter

 Copyright 2015 by Ashley Hunter

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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any

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First edition, 2015

I.

Why oh why didn’t you, Ava Williams, look that boy in the eye, you stupid girl.

I had to mentally chide myself every time after such an episode (one would think that I would get used to it by now, but no). What would be that librarian thinking about right now?
Probably not me.

For a bright few moments, he and I were the only two souls in the universe; that is until the stupid woman behind me suddenly decided that she was running late for her weekly Wednesday gym class or something. I would have argued had I not been myself in need of a gym class.
Sigh.

Anyway, this has been my problem as far back as I can remember. Not born with superhuman looks nor inclined to induce anorexia to get a body suitable for a Victoria’s Secret model, I was always on the heavier side and that is where problems started with my love life.

Nonexistent as it is. I recently passed through college without as much as a boyfriend to my name. If my grandmother had to be believed, and it is extremely dubious that she is,
it is your curves, honey.

I can’t bring myself to tell my dear Grammy that it is 2015. But maybe she has a point. What do I know? I am 24 years old and without a lover. There are not many who can boast that. There are not many who would call it boasting.

Ironically enough I have always been confident in my life, knowing what I wanted and who I wanted. It was going after who I wanted that was the difficult part.

My
curves
always made it difficult to maneuver boys like other girls did, wrapping them up around their bony fingers. As for me, I have always been crippled with the fear that nobody would be interested in me,
just because.

In principle I knew that the world should be a judgment free zone and I should embrace who I am, but damned if the real world worked like that. Everybody likes to dole out principles and paste them on their cars as bumper sticks; living them, that’s a whole different ball game.

No matter what everybody said, which ranged from
looks don’t matter
to
find someone who loves you for your mind, and not your body,
I had never been able to get the confidence to move beyond a certain wall to reach a point where a guy actually fell for my
brains.

I know. So very Jane Austen.

Reality is stranger than fiction and I had always lived by that rule. But nothing in my life had happened that proved this axiom. That didn’t stop me from believing in it, but I had to agree that the strength of my conviction was waning, as is if often the case when you keep waiting for moments that never come.

What happened in the next few weeks is beyond strange. I should never have doubted it.

This is the story of what happened.

II.

The Beginning

It was a dark and rainy night.
It really was, I am not stating a cliché of noirs. Thor must be having one hell of a party.

I had been held back at my office due to a sudden crisis in the Middle East. I worked for a political think tank and due to the uncertain global condition; our work hours usually didn’t limit themselves to Pacific Standard Time.

I had my umbrella open but it wasn’t doing much good. The rain seemed to be coming in from all four directions; the wind sure wasn’t helping. There were no taxis to be found and it wasn’t a surprise.

Who would be willing to risk driving in weather like this? I kept on walking, the cold biting my skin like a sharp teethed animal. The thought of finally reaching home, in my warm cozy bed was all that kept me going.
If only I had somebody to cozy up to. Hmmm. Wouldn’t that be nice?

I mentally shook myself. This wasn’t the time or the place to think about such thing; though I couldn’t help but playback the lyrics of the famous song in me:
Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain.
Truer words had rarely been said.