So Much To Bear (A Werebear Erotic Romance) (6 page)

As they talked, it grew closer and
closer to night, and Damon cooked up the rest of the animals he had
snared, offering Jennifer a freshly-roasted morsel of squirrel.
They ate the berries, watching the sun set, and Jennifer knew that
whatever else Damon had in mind; she fully intended to stay at
least one more night with him, to make sure he was okay. “One thing
that you might find interesting about my kind,” Damon said, giving
her another crooked smile. “We heal quickly.” He untied the
makeshift bandage that Jennifer had wrapped around his arm,
ignoring her protest; Jennifer’s eyes widened at the sight of the
wound, almost totally closed, the flesh around it pink with healing
tissue.

“That’s amazing,” she said, shaking her
head in disbelief. “I… if I hadn’t seen the wound for myself, I
wouldn’t believe it had been bad enough for a bandage.” Damon
shrugged.

“It helps to eat regularly… the shaman
for the tribe said it had something to do with our metabolism.”
Jennifer nodded numbly, accepting the explanation that she couldn’t
entirely understand.

Darkness gathered around the cave, and
Jennifer could tell that Damon was about to ask her when she
planned to leave; in spite of the rapport they had established, she
could tell that shyness around humans was deeply ingrained in
him—and probably something that he would never quite overcome, and
she could understand why. “Before you say anything, you should know
that you will have to throw me out of this cave if you want me to
leave tonight.” Damon scowled.

“I’m almost completely healed!” he
said. “I can lead you through the forest and you can be back in
your town in a couple of hours, back to your own life.” Jennifer
shook her head.

“You’re still weak, even if you have
mostly healed. I’m not comfortable just leaving you here. I’m
staying tonight and there’s nothing you can say to change my mind.”
Damon looked for a moment as though he would argue, but then
sighed.

“Fine. But I don’t actually need you to
be here.” Jennifer rolled her eyes.

“Whatever gets you through the night,
big guy,” she said, shaking her head.

They ate again, finishing off the stew
with some of the greens that Jennifer had picked, and Damon pulled
her close to the fire, settling next to her as they continued to
talk into the night. Jennifer told Damon about the concerts she had
gone to, about the clubs she had visited, the different little
events of her life. Their conversation began to wind down, and
Jennifer realized that while it wasn’t very late, the strenuous
activities of the day had made her more tired than usual; she was
amused to realize that it explained, quite well, the fact that
humans from previous centuries tended to be early to bed and early
to rise; the process of getting food from the world around them,
instead of a grocery store, took a lot more energy.

Damon wordlessly pulled Jennifer onto
her feet, pulling her with him to the bed. Jennifer felt her heart
beating a little bit faster and told herself to calm down; Damon
had said he wanted to continue his lineage—that probably meant he
wanted to find a female werebear to carry his children, and she was
far from being a werebear. Damon settled on the bed, drawing her
body close to his, and Jennifer could smell the clean wood scent
that clung to him, along with the underlying musk of his body and
some deeper, earthy scent she couldn’t quite identify. He
smelled—in some oddly alluring way—both like a man and like a bear,
and Jennifer’s mind flashed back to the moment she had licked the
honey from his finger, the peculiarly sharp and sweet taste of
it.

For a long moment, Jennifer felt the
suspense building between them; she felt as though she was holding
her breath, even though she knew she was breathing normally. She
glanced upward, looking into Damon’s eyes, and in the deepening
gloom of the dying firelight, he stared down at her. Her heart was
beating faster, and unconsciously, Jennifer licked her lips, still
remembering the honey she had tasted thanks to the man whose body
she was pressed against. The next moment, Damon’s arms tightened
around her, drawing her even closer, even as his lips moved down to
connect with hers. Jennifer froze against him for just an instant,
both surprised and not at all shocked by the softness of his lips
amongst the roughness of his beard. His mouth was hot against hers,
his kiss urgent, almost sucking the breath out of her lungs in an
instant; Jennifer moaned softly against his lips, pulling back only
slightly.

Her hands came to life along Damon’s
body, touching and exploring, feeling the contrast of rough and
smooth along his arms, his hands, and his chest. Damon began to
trail his hands along her body as well, testing the lush curves of
her breasts and hips, lingering at her waist, tickling her ribs.
Jennifer shivered against him, feeling the arousal welling up
inside of her body; she couldn’t remember ever feeling as swiftly,
powerfully turned on as she did in Damon’s arms, as hot and cold
thrills danced up and down along her spine, shooting out to her
arms and legs, crackling with electricity.

Damon’s lips pressed more firmly to
hers and he was pressing her down against the bed, making soft,
growling moans as his hands worked to unbutton her shirt. Jennifer
slipped his t-shirt off of him, tugging it over his head and
tossing it aside, letting her hands roam the broad expanse of his
muscled back. He was hot to the touch, his skin almost shimmering
in the reddish light as he moved on top of her, shifting his
position. Damon pulled away from her lips to bury his face against
her throat, nuzzling firmly, the roughness of his beard oddly
titillating in contrast to the gentle nipping of his mouth against
her most sensitive spots. “You smell like mine,” he murmured, his
voice a belly-deep, low growl. “You smell like you belong to me.”
He nipped sharply at the base of her throat with his teeth, and
Jennifer remembered with a burst of almost-apprehension that the
human flesh of the man who was touching her, teasing her with hands
far too skilled for a hermit had an animal side. As if he felt her
spurt of concern, Damon pulled back, staring down into her eyes. “I
will never hurt you, Jennifer. You know that?” Jennifer took a deep
breath and nodded; even when Damon had been in his bear form, she
remembered the softness in his eyes, the gentle kindness that had
radiated from them when he looked at her.

He finally managed to unbutton her
shirt and tugged it away from her body, lifting her up with
preternatural strength off of the bed and throwing the fabric away
from him as if it was offensive. He sighed at the sight of her
full, heavy breasts, covered barely by the thin fabric of her bra,
and chuckled softly. “I forgot that regular humans wear a lot more
clothes,” he said, bringing his lips back to hers for a lingering
kiss that once more left Jennifer almost breathless. Damon lifted
her up once more, his fingers fumbling at her back to find the
clasp of her bra. Jennifer broke away from his lips with a laugh,
sitting up and reaching around to do the important task for him.
She guided the fabric away from her skin, letting her lush breasts
fall heavily, and Damon breathed in sharply, his eyes
widening.

He pressed her back down against the
bed, burying his face against her breasts, nuzzling as he had her
neck and making a sound like a rumbling purr. He moved his lips
against her skin until he came to one of her nipples, taking it
into his mouth and sucking hungrily, his tongue rough against the
sensitive skin. Jennifer cried out with pleasure, arching into the
hot, sharp sensation his mouth caused, her fingers threading in his
hair, her body beginning to move underneath him seemingly of its
own will. “Oh—oh Damon—yes… yes, please…” Damon switched from one
nipple to the other, forcing mewling, moaning cries out of
Jennifer’s throat seemingly against her will as her body arched and
twisted underneath him. She lost track of how long he worshipped
her breasts, lavishing attention on each one in turn, switching
from one nipple to the other and letting his tongue dart down all
along the sensitive underside, lapping at her skin until she found
herself getting wetter and wetter by the moment. Jennifer’s inner
walls tightened and flexed, her whole body ready and more than
willing for more—practically crying out for more than Damon was
giving her.

Damon broke away from her abruptly, and
in spite of her desire for more, Jennifer cried out, grabbing at
his face, bereft of the contact that had felt so good. “I’m sorry,”
Damon said, panting slightly. “It’s been so long since I’ve been
with a woman—I can’t keep myself under control.” Jennifer shook her
head.

“Don’t you even think of holding back.
If you stop I swear to god I will do my best to kill you.” Damon
laughed, bringing his face up to hers and kissing her lightly on
the lips.

“Spoken like a bear in heat,” he
murmured lowly, rubbing his nose playfully against hers. Breathing
heavily, Jennifer could smell the thick scent of their passion—a
heavy musk that filled her nose, that had to be something like
pheromones coming from Damon. It was oddly pleasing, the deep
earthy smell mingled with a lemony scent she couldn’t quite
identify. “I couldn’t stop myself if I wanted to,” Damon said, his
lips shifting down to her throat once more. He nipped and nibbled
at her throat, working his way downward teasingly slowly—unbearably
slowly. Jennifer whimpered and moaned, writhing underneath him,
feeling her pussy flooding with desire. She could also feel the
ridge of Damon’s hard cock pressing against her through the fabric
of his jeans, hot and heavy—giving her a subtle portent of what was
to come. She realized with a flash that she had no idea of what
kind of endowment a bear—much less a werebear—might
have.

Damon lingered at her breasts for only
a few moments before he shifted down to her abdomen, moving along
her ticklish skin as his hands found the zipper of her skirt,
tugging it inexpertly down. He hooked his fingers in the fabric and
pulled it over her hips, almost tearing it in his urgency. Jennifer
gasped as she felt the hot-and-cool air of the cave brushing
against her inner thighs, as Damon parted her legs, his lips
lingering at the crest of her hips. Damon let out a low, guttural
moan, pressing his forehead against her skin, panting softly. “God,
you smell so good,” he told her, his voice harsh with desire. “I
have to have you—all of you, Jennifer. Please?” He looked up at
her, his brilliant eyes glimmering with desperate need.

“Yes—oh fuck, Damon—everything you
want. Anything you want.” Damon pulled her panties down over her
hips quickly, barely getting them down to her calves before he
spread her legs even wider, splaying them out and pinning them down
onto the bed. His fingers danced along the slick folds of her
pussy, testing and exploring lightly for a moment, making Jennifer
squirm with the need for more—it wasn’t just a desire; she felt as
though she might actually die if Damon didn’t give her more. Damon
parted her labia, his hot breath caressing her inner folds for an
unbearably long moment before he buried his face against her.
Jennifer cried out in pleasure as his rough tongue lapped along her
inner labia, flicking just slightly against her clit before he
moved back down to her wet slit, sucking her slick folds between
his lips as if he wanted to devour her. The tip of his tongue
probed her gently, sliding and slipping, the sounds of his worship
making slurping, wet noises that filled her ears along with
Jennifer’s own moans and the low, throaty growls of pleasure that
rumbled up from Damon’s throat.

He worked his way up to her clit
slowly, seeming to want to swallow her whole, to lap up every trace
of fluid that gushed from her pussy while Jennifer writhed. As his
tongue flickered against her pleasure center, rough and smooth all
at once, Jennifer almost screamed with pleasure, hot and cold
crackles of electric sensation shooting through her body, out to
her fingertips and toes. Damon’s strong arms held her pinned to the
bed even as her hips tried to buck, her body instinctively
struggling for more, better contact. Words left her lips with no
meaning as her body got hotter and hotter, her pussy tightening
convulsively, every muscle tensing and relaxing as Jennifer got
closer and closer to orgasm. She had never felt so good in her
entire life—never had she been with a partner who had made her feel
the way that Damon was making her feel. She grabbed at the
blankets, at Damon’s hair, at his shoulders, trying to hold back,
to prolong the sensations that were coursing through her. She
wanted the pleasure to never end—she wanted the relief of climax
more than anything that she could have ever imagined.

After moments that felt like an
eternity, her ability to choose was ripped away from her and
Jennifer found herself crying out over and over again, moaning
Damon’s name helplessly as wave after wave of orgasm ripped through
her, racking her from head to toe, wringing out every pleasurable
sensation her nervous system seemed capable of feeling. It was
sensation so intense, so keen, that it might have almost been
painful, as Damon continued to worship her, sucking and licking,
his tongue moving so fast against her clit that she couldn’t even
keep track of what he was doing, only feel the powerful pull of the
orgasm he had unleashed inside of her.