So Much To Bear (A Werebear Erotic Romance) (7 page)

Everything faded to black for a while,
and Jennifer hung in a deeply satisfying haze of pleasure, feeling
it flood through her body, warming her up from the inside in a way
that the fire in the hearth simply couldn’t. As she came back to
herself, she felt Damon’s hands wandering over her body slowly,
soothing and teasing her at the same time, caressing her arms,
legs, waist, and breasts—until she opened her eyes to look at him,
staring down at her naked body with unabashed admiration. “You are
so beautiful,” Damon said, his voice a low rumble in her ears.
Jennifer blushed. She knew that she wasn’t ugly—she knew that she
was good enough to look at; but she couldn’t remember anyone she
had ever been with convincingly telling her that she was actually
beautiful.

“You… you’re gorgeous too,” she
stammered, almost too satisfied and abashed by the compliment to
speak. Damon’s fingertips dragged along her inner thighs, and
Jennifer felt a rush of renewed lust. She reached down and tugged
at the waistband of his jeans impatiently. “You’d be even hotter if
you were naked too, though,” she said with a little smile. Damon
chuckled and sat up, unbuttoning and unzipping the fly of his
pants. Jennifer remembered the hot, hard ridge of his erection
pressing against her—and as Damon pushed his jeans down over his
hips, she gasped. Even feeling him straining at the confines of his
clothing hadn’t prepared her for the size of him. Damon’s cock
sprung free of his jeans, full and thick, longer than Jennifer
expected, flushed almost purple from the height of his arousal and
shining with precum. Jennifer’s mouth opened and then closed, as
she tried to absorb the sight of Damon’s endowment; as she tried to
imagine it inside of her. “Wow,” she said, her mouth opening and
closing again. She tore her gaze away from his cock to look up into
his eyes. “Uh… It’s sort of… it’s been a while for me, too… though
probably not as long as it has been for you…” Damon smiled
slightly, kicking his jeans down off of his legs and covering her
body with his own.

“I will take it slow,” Damon told her,
his hands caressing and teasing her once more. “I told you,
Jennifer: I will never hurt you.” He shifted his hips down between
her legs, and Jennifer trembled with a mixture of desire and
apprehension as Damon’s hot, hard cock brushed against her slick
labia, tantalizingly close to where she knew—in spite of her
concerns at its size—she wanted it. Damon rocked his hips against
hers slowly, rubbing up and down along her folds, the tip of his
cock pressing against her clit and sending hot and cold tingles of
sensation shooting through her.

“Oh, oh Damon…” Jennifer gasped and
licked her lips, wrapping her arms firmly around his muscular
shoulders, clinging to him as she felt the tension building up
inside of her. Any sense of apprehension dissolved in her sudden
need to feel him entering her, to feel his body pressing against
hers. “Please, Damon,” she said with a moan, twisting her hips to
try and force the penetration. Damon chuckled again, nipping and
nibbling along the column of her throat as he guided himself up
against her soaking wet slit. He thrust into her slowly, pushing
past the initial feeble resistance of her body, filling her up by
degrees. Jennifer felt her inner walls yielding to the thick, hard
intrusion of his cock as moan after moan left her lips; her legs
coiled around his waist tightly while her hips pushed down against
his thrust as if with a mind of their own.

Damon came to a stop when his hips were
pressed flush to hers, his cock fully inside of her, throbbing and
twitching slightly. For a moment they were both still, panting,
sweat from each of their bodies mingling together as they savored
the closeness between them. And then—right when Jennifer thought
she couldn’t stand the suspense any longer—Damon began to move,
thrusting his hips in a tidal rhythm that Jennifer’s body couldn’t
resist. She moved in counterpoint to his shifting body, pushing
herself down onto him, taking him deeper and deeper.

She wanted him to go faster—but she
loved the friction that built up between them at the slow, steady
pace he had set. Words tumbled from her lips without meaning:
praise, compliments, encouragement as Damon gradually picked up his
pace, filling her up over and over again, plunging deep inside of
her and brushing along her inner walls until the tip of his cock
pressed right up against her pleasure center. Jennifer cried out,
her fingernails digging into his skin, her body twisting underneath
him in a spasm of sensation so intense she couldn’t help reacting
to it. They began to both move faster, writhing and pushing,
pulling back and thrusting their hips against each other in unison
as they both came closer and closer to climax.

Damon let out a low, throaty growl as
he thrust into her hard and fast, his cock beginning to twitch
erratically inside of her. Jennifer felt the tension deep down in
her hips mounting and heard the whimpering moans that left her
throat; her whole body tingled with cold and hot flashes of
pleasure as she writhed underneath him. “God—Damon, oh Damon, you
feel—fuck, you feel so good…” she cried out, as the tension deep
inside of her snapped, the knot-like feeling down somewhere between
her hips unraveling in an abrupt shift as the first wave of her
orgasm rocked her. Damon’s climax came within a heartbeat of hers,
and Jennifer was barely aware of the feeling of his heat flooding
into her as his cock twitched and jerked, rubbing against her
g-spot relentlessly. They continued to move until they were both
spent, falling against the bed in a shuddering heap together,
soaked in sweat and panting for breath.

Chapter Five

The next morning, Jennifer woke with
the feeling of soreness in her hips, her pussy feeling just
slightly tender from the thickness of Damon’s cock. She smiled to
herself sadly in the morning light, able to feel the movement of
Damon’s chest against her back as he continued to breathe deeply.
She wanted more—she hadn’t been able to quite resist the temptation
of one more time with the werebear before she had fallen into an
exhausted sleep in his arms. There had been little more to say to
each other; they had simply let their hands wander all over each
other, their lips and tongues tasting and exploring as much of each
other’s bodies as they could reach wordlessly. Damon brought her to
climax again and again, taking his own satisfaction from her body
at the same time. It had been too intimidating for Jennifer to
contemplate taking his cock in her mouth; but the flicker of a
thought of what it would be like to taste his pleasure gushing
across her tongue, had filled her mind for an instant.

“You’re awake,” Damon said, shifting
behind her. Jennifer nodded, turning over in the bed to look at
him. He was just as gorgeous in the morning light as he had been
the night before, and for a moment she was sorely tempted to stay
with him, to indulge her desire to feel his body against hers,
inside of hers, at least one more time and possibly far more than
that. She swallowed against the tightness in her throat.

“Yes, I’m awake. Goddamnit.” Damon
raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“Did I hurt you?” His golden,
shimmering eyes widened with concern. “Jennifer, you should have
said something.” Jennifer shook her head, soothing his apprehension
with a caress.

“No, you didn’t hurt me at all. Trust
me—what you did to me was the exact opposite of hurting.” She
smiled. “It’s just that I have to leave, and I don’t want to.”
Damon nodded slowly, his eyes not quite understanding but
resigned.

“You have a whole life out there,” he
said quietly. Jennifer shrugged.

“I have to go back to the town; my
friends are probably already worried about me.” Jennifer shrugged.
“It’s not like I told anyone I was going to hunt down a werebear
before I came to find you.” Damon smiled at the slight
joke.

“I know I didn’t want you to stay with
me,” Damon said, his gaze cutting away from her face. “But I’m glad
you convinced me.” He smiled slightly. “I can’t remember ever
feeling so good, so satisfied, in my entire life—you are amazing.”
Damon kissed her lightly on the lips, squeezing her body against
his in a hungry embrace. “I wish I could have you again and again
and again. But I understand you need to get back.” Jennifer sighed,
pressing her forehead against his chest and hearing the distant
thrumming of his heart. She broke away from his arms, slipping out
of the bed and rising to her feet on the warm wooden
floor.

Jennifer felt Damon’s gaze on her body
as she searched the floor for her clothes, pulling them on with
reluctant slowness. She really didn’t want to leave; she wanted to
eat more stew, and cuddle with Damon, and maybe have sex with him
four or five more times in the afternoon. She smoothed her skirt
against her legs, looking around as if she might somehow have more
clothes; belatedly, she remembered that she had ripped up her
leggings to make bandages for Damon. In their current state, they
wouldn’t do her any good anyway. Jennifer sighed, hesitating to
make the final move to leave.

Damon rose from the bed and wrapped his
warm arms around her, burying his face against her neck and
nuzzling her. Jennifer could smell the lingering scent of lemony,
earthy musk that clung to him—it hit her so powerfully that for a
moment she could easily have forgotten that everyone she knew in
the town would be worried about her. “I’m sorry you won’t have your
leggings to keep warm,” Damon murmured, kissing the pulse point
just underneath her jaw. Jennifer shrugged, chuckling
softly.

“It’s not that cold out today,” she
said. “I’ll be back to my place before too long anyway.” Jennifer
swallowed against the tightness in her throat and pulled back. “I’m
going to come back. As soon as I’ve reassured everyone that I’m
okay, when I can get back here on my own, I’ll be right here.”
Damon looked into her eyes and smiled slightly; shyly, the kindness
she had seen in their first encounter filling his unearthly
eyes.

“I’d like that a lot,” Damon said. He
kissed her softly on the lips, wrapping his arms around her
tightly. “I’ll have more rabbit stew for you when you get back.”
Jennifer laughed and savored the feeling of Damon’s embrace for a
few moments longer before she broke away, moving quickly to leave
the cave and the warmth of its owner before she could change her
mind.

***

It was easier to navigate the woods by
daylight; although Damon’s chores from the previous day had taken
them meandering along trails that Jennifer thought she could never
hope to retrace, the way that led back to the town was clear
enough, though the trek was longer than she thought. Jennifer
smiled to herself at every twinge of tenderness she felt between
her legs, thinking that Damon was without exception the most
satisfying, sweetest lover she had ever been with. Maybe before she
went back to him, she could get her hands on a portable radio; she
would bring her iPod with her, but Damon’s cave had no power—and no
way to keep the device synched.

The day was gloomy; not as cold as it
had been the night that Jennifer had met Damon, but with a clammy
chill to the air that promised poor weather to come. As she came to
where the forest began to thin, approaching the edge where it met
the town, Jennifer looked up to see the plumes of smoke rising up
into the air—the sign of people in town awake enough to have
started fires to fend off the cold. The clouds covered the sun,
leaving a bright corona that filtered through the scraggly leaves
of the thinning trees. Jennifer decided that she would spend as
little time as she had to in town; she would reassure whoever
needed to be reassured—certainly, Jennifer thought, Robert was
probably worried about her. But as soon as she could possibly get
away, she would be back in the woods, headed to Damon’s cave,
hopeful to spend another day, and maybe more nights, with the man
who had already come to mean a lot to her.

As she came out of the woods, Jennifer
was startled by the sounds of people shouting, of a hum of activity
that the early-morning hour didn’t usually support. She frowned;
maybe there had been an accident or a crime while she had been in
the forest. There was an angry edge to the sound that filled
Jennifer with a sense of foreboding; a kind of growling, muttering
quality that Jennifer didn’t like. She came into the town proper,
her heart beginning to beat faster with concern. The town she had
grown up in was small—they’d had lynch mobs in their past, and
Jennifer knew for a fact that there were dark days that no one
spoke about in a voice above a whisper out of shame. Maybe it was
just Damon’s stories of watching the members of his clan and tribe
being hunted to extinction, but Jennifer didn’t like the sound of
the obvious crowd that had formed somewhere in the center of
town.

Chapter Six

Jennifer made her way deeper into the
town, following the sounds of angry discontent as they grew louder.
She was confronted by a large group, milling about, talking in low,
rumbling voices amongst themselves, frowns and scowls on all the
faces she could see. Some of the smoke that had guided her back to
her home town came from a bonfire that Jennifer caught glimpses of
at the center of the gathered mob—and that’s exactly what it was.
What had brought the mob together? Jennifer shook her head in
confusion, hearing the murmuring, muttering voices but unable to
make out details enough to figure out what had mobilized so many
people in the town. It was decades from the last time something
like this had happened in the quiet, sleepy village—part of the
reason that Jennifer had wanted to go away for college had been
because so little happened anymore in her hometown.