The Bear Prince: A BBW Bear Shifter Billionaire Paranormal Romance Novella (Seattle's Billionaire Bears Book 3) (14 page)

“I do,” said Crystal, pulling up Damien’s hand and pressing it to her cheek. “Damien...I love you. And fine, I’ll go back with Niles. But Damien?”

“What is it, my love?” asked Damien as Crystal walked over to the frog shifter.

“Do me a favor...and don’t break any more bones,” said Crystal with a smile before blowing her prince a kiss.

On the way back to her apartment, in the back of Nile’s limo, Crystal thought about the amazing month she’d had. Yes, there had been tears, but there had been more kisses and smiles than sorrows. She’d kissed the bear enough times to turn him into a prince. There was a mystical land just a few hours south of the big city that held delicious fruit and big bad wolves. There were secret cabins in woods, with heart shaped tubs and stars that were invisible just two hours north of that spot. There was the grand-aunt that could transform into a goose and played matchmaker and Mother Goose and a frog shifter that liked to get his sticky tongue and fingers on everything to help that goose out. There was love, and it came in all shapes and sizes, but in the end, everyone was part of their own little fairy tale...and now, she was too, and she had her own happy ending.

O
ne Year Later

It had been a hectic year for both Crystal and Damien. Damien’s leg healed up within four months, but he was still careful with it, and didn’t get into any fights or treat it too roughly, even in his shift. Crystal’s article for the Golden Ball had won a local journalism award, and she was being taken more seriously in her office. Although Damien had offered her a position at Asher Lumber, Crystal decided to keep her work and private lives separate, or at least, as separate as she could. Damien and Crystal ended up moving in together, but not into her apartment, or into the Asher Manor. They got their own place, to make it their own. While Damien hibernated with his family, Crystal occupied herself with travel, and she started a travel and politics blog. People came for the beautiful pictures and stayed for the discourse on important issues.

Crystal had met the rest of the young Asher and Dixon boys, as well as their brides, and they all got on so well that a few ended up becoming her bridesmaids, their husbands her fiancé’s groomsmen, but of course, Tangie was her maid of honor, and Damien’s best man was single, so once he saw Tangie, all bets were off. The two had amazing chemistry and were making eyes at each other at every event they were at...just as Crystal and Damien had hoped.

On the day of Crystal’s wedding, she walked down the gorgeous outdoor stairs leading down the labyrinth, her cream ball gown hugging her torso from her bosom to her hips, before flaring out into a cupcake style skirt. The cream gown had a small but important set of details...miniature champagne diamonds had been embroidered through the dress, shining in the sunlight like Crystal’s namesake stone. Her hair, in a braided up do, had small glittery champagne diamonds interspersed throughout the locks, and as she walked down to the well, where the officiant and her soon to be husband were waiting, there wasn’t a dry eye in the garden, where their closest friends and family were sitting for the relatively small intimate ceremony. The reception would be larger, but they’d purposely chosen the house for its sentimental value, rather than its luxury appeal, and they were having the real wedding on the spot where they’d first met.

Crystal approached Damien and held out her hands for him to take. Damien was wearing a gorgeous light grey suit, which was perfect for the season, and well-tailored so it wasn’t too casual. They held hands as they listened to the officiant, and finally, it came time for their vows.

Damien went first. He cleared his throat and spoke from memory, but most importantly, from the heart. “Crystal...from the moment I met you, I knew you were the woman who would forever change me and my life for the better,” started Damien. “I have never felt the way I feel for you towards anyone else. You fill my every waking moment with joy, and I only hope that, in dreams, I am privileged enough to see your beaming smile. You are the prism that makes my life into a vivid rainbow of experiences, and you are the only person I want to walk that rainbow with, hand in hand, heart in heart. I promise to love you, to cherish you, and to honor you, for as long as we both shall live.”

Crystal’s eyes were welling with tears. Damien had stared straight into her eyes during his vows and she promised herself she was going to do the same. She didn’t bother wiping the tears, as it would do no good, for more would surely soon well up in her eyes and need wiping as well. “Damien...you’re the man who has made my life infinitely more interesting for having been a part of it. I told myself I would never fall in love in Seattle, and well, to be fair, I didn’t...I fell in love in Port Jameson, a world only you could have shown me, a world that helped me love you even more. We’ve been together through thick and thin, through hard times and through good, and I would weather a thousand storms with you. I promise to love you, to cherish you, and to honor you, for as long as we both shall live.”

“You may now exchange the rings,” said the officiant.

Damien and Crystal had chosen matching bands. Both were plain gold, but held a secret. Inside the band of Damien’s ring, Crystal’s star lily tattoo had been etched in fine detail, and for Crystal’s band, Damien’s mate mark had been etched. This way, they would both have a part of each other with each other at all times.

“And now...you may kiss your mate,” said the officiant.

Damien pushed back Crystal’s veil and saw that her eyes were filled with tears that matched his own. Crystal, in flats under her dress, couldn’t quite reach Damien, so Damien lifted Crystal up for the kiss, sweeping her up into his arms as he kissed her deeply, in front of their most beloved and dearest, who were throwing white and yellow and pink rose petals up into the air on this rare sunny Seattle day.

Damien put Crystal back down and the couple led the wedding party up into the ballroom which had been transformed for the evening. There was a large buffet area with tables, a DJ rather than a band, and rather than gold decor, there were vibrant and colorful floral arrangements everywhere...but instead of roses, there were star lilies in each table’s centerpiece. The doors were opened, and the rest of the guests streamed in, some hitting the dance floor first, others hitting the buffet.

Crystal and Damien sat down at the head of their large table. People made toasts, some laughed, some cried, but through it all, Crystal and Damien just held hands, tired from a long day, from a long year, but truly happy to be together. They really didn’t know about half of what was going on, but the videographers that had been hired were taking ample footage that they could review later.

As the event turned into less of a wedding reception and more of a party, Damien leaned in to Crystal and whispered, “Wanna do something crazy?”

“Yes, of course,” said Crystal wickedly.

“Then come with me,” said Damien.

He took Crystal by the hand, and they snuck out of the party, up the stairs, into the secret wing of the house reserved for family only. They walked to Damien’s room. Damien opened the door.

“I had the place redone...for us,” said Damien.

Crystal looked around. The room, which before, had been filled with ragtag furniture and worn linens that Damien hadn’t found time to replace, was now more luxurious than any hotel room.

The room now had a cohesive theme, and that theme was, ‘vintage luxury’. There were lots of large plum toned swaths of fabric in the room, from the rich shag carpet to the curtains over the window and the large canopies over the bed. There was replica antique furniture, in white wood with gold details, and the bed was larger than the queen size bed that had occupied the room before. It was a custom bed, larger than a king sized bed, and it was covered with white and gold sheets and matching white, gold, and purple pillows, in many textures of fabric, from rich quilted and tufted twill to soft velvet and sensual rough sequins that changed from gold to white when one’s finger brushed over the top of the pillow. There were large plush throw blankets on the bed, which Crystal couldn’t help but touch. The lighting was now soft and warm, as if the room was lit by candle light. It was really a love nest, rather than a bachelor pad.

“So what do you think?” asked Damien.

“What do I think?” asked Crystal looking around. “Damien...you read my mind, it’s absolutely perfect!”

“I’m glad you think so,” said Damien. “What’s your favorite part about the room?”

“I don’t know, it’s all so amazing, what’s yours?” asked Crystal.

“The fact that you’re in it,” said Damien, sitting down on the bed next to Crystal and pulling her in tight for a kiss before whispering in her ear, “Now how about we break this bed in?”

“Right now? During our own frikkin’ wedding?” asked Crystal.

“Yes, is that too naughty?” asked Damien.

“Of course not, let’s get to business!” said Crystal. She stood up and Damien gently helped her out of the wedding dress. Crystal stepped out of the dress and posed for Damien, twirling before she took out her veil headpiece and the pins in her hair, shaking it all loose. All she was left in was her gorgeous bridal lingerie set, which she’d spent hours picking out, but which right now, she only saw as a barrier between her and what she wanted: Damien’s big, fat cock. “I think those photographers got enough pics of nice Crystal...now, are you ready to meet bad Crystal?”

“Oh, definitely,” said Damien.  He got up from the bed and took off his suit jacket, before unbuttoning his shirt to expose his mate mark. It was still as multifaceted as it had been the day Crystal had changed him and tamed him. He undid his pants and briefs and dropped them, but he didn’t even bother stepping out of them. He just got behind Crystal, who was already bending over on the bed, kneeling and ready, and unleashed his shaft, pressing it against Crystal’s softness and feeling her wetness and taking that as his personal ‘go’ sign.

Damien and Crystal had made all kinds of love before, but this love, this was a primal love, the opposite of the civilized, chaste kisses they’d given outside for the camera. No, this was something that had more akin with lust than with innocent virgin love. This was the desire a man had for a woman and a woman for a man, that two people had that could only be met with a joining of bodies, not a mere joining of hands.

Damien took the flimsy white and blue fabric in his hands, the only thing keeping him from his mate’s honey pot, and with an audible roar, ripped it away so that the bit of fabric was left in his hand, not over her opening. He tossed the scrap of fabric aside. Damien gripped onto Crystal’s hips and pressed into her, hard, moving into her with one motion, filling her fast.

“Oh, Damien,” moaned Crystal. She could tell just how horny he’d been all day given that he was already rock hard and most likely already on the edge of orgasm. She bucked her hips in his hands, back up against Damien, riding him while he was behind her, while she was beneath him, and she heard him groan and felt him shudder. She knew just how Damien liked it, and she was about to show her husband a damn good time.

“Crystal, fuck, keep going,” moaned Damien, holding onto Crystal and moving with the rhythm she set, with every press against his crotch, pushing into her, and overtime she bucked her hips forward, he matched by bucking his hips back, so that each motion was accentuated and amplified by the motion of the other. 

“God, Damien, you feel amazing,” said Crystal, as Damien pressed in and out of her, his thick cock making her wetter by the moment. She reached back and undid the hook on her bra, slipping her bra off half for her own comfort, half to show off her amazing curves.

Damien couldn’t hold back. Crystal was an amazing lover, and she’d looked so damn gorgeous on this, their wedding day, even with the fancy gown and hairdo undone. In fact, for a man like him, she looked even better, with her body exposed so he could savor the sight of every last one of her curves bouncing beneath him, with every press of his shaft. He felt like the luckiest billionaire in the world to have the privilege of being with a woman who was not only an amazing woman, but a sensual lover who was just as dirty and lustful as his bad self.

Damien flipped Crystal over so her back was against the sheets and he reoriented himself so he could enter her again while able to touch every last one of Crystal’s curves. “You look amazing,” said Damien, feeling every last inch of Crystal with the tips of his fingers. “Damn, Crystal. You look, just, absolutely amazing.” He cupped her large breasts in his hands and moved them around, pressing them together, hypnotized by the softness of her round bosom, by the way they looked as they moved in his hands.

Crystal couldn’t help but smile. Even a year into their relationship, they were still going at it not like bears or humans, but like rabbits. Their lust for one another was insatiable to the point they couldn’t keep their hands off each other during their own frikkin’ wedding...and she wouldn’t’ve had it any other way. “You don’t look half bad yourself,” said Crystal, reaching up to stroke Damien’s mark, tracing lines on the chest and thinking about that first night they’d been together.

That touch...Crystal was able to do things to Damien’s body that he was sure must be some kind of human magic, because wherever she touched him, his skin soon burned, as it was trying to glow to attract her to him like a moth to the flame...and it must’ve been working, as Crystal could never get enough of Damien’s body. Taut, tall, strong, with strapping muscles, and a bad-ass mate mark, he was the perfect male specimen, and his gorgeous thick brown hair, which always looked like it had just spent the last six hours against a pillow, added to his boyish charm. As great as Damien looked in both the boardroom and the garden, he looked even better in ta bedroom, and best of all, between her legs, doing the most important work he would do all day: pleasing his woman. Just as Damien adored her body, she adored his, to the point that the magnetism between the two was so strong it could erase a credit card.