A Fox Between the Bear's Sheets (13 page)

inside of her grew liquid, and when he and stared down at her everything that made her a female

sighed in appreciation of his masculinity. Her pussy was soaked, her nipples rock hard, and all she

wanted to do was reach out to him, take hold of his massive biceps, and bring him so close their

bodies fused as one. She didn’t care if people stopped to gawk at them, or that they were staring at

each other as if they were in some kind of trance.

“Talia?” His voice was harsh like sandpaper, or even a serrated blade. It ran along her body,

and she forced her eyes not to close as her pulse beat in her clit.

“Y-Yes?” She dragged her tongue along her bottom lip and nearly gasped at the way Ford

dipped her eyes down to watch the act. He growled low in his throat, and she felt the vibrations come

out through his chest and spear right into her body. His chest rose and fell in an almost violent motion,

and he moved closer, just an inch. Her breasts met his muscular abs, and she craned her neck back,

realizing once again that this male was the epitome of masculinity. She might consider herself

overweight, but this male made her five-foot-five height seem so insignificant. He towered over her,

taking up her entire view, and all she could think about was having him push all those thick inches

inside of her again. Already he was hard, and his erection felt like a steel rod between them. He had

yet to answer her, to speak the words that she knew were on the tip of his tongue. She inhaled deeply,

and loved that his wild scent filled her lungs. In the next second he wrapped his huge hands around her

waist, pulled her impossibly closer, and claimed her mouth like it his and only his. Talia reached up,

wound her arms around his neck, and moaned into his mouth. The spicy flavor that was everything

Ford filled her mouth, and she moaned again. Ford moved his tongue in and out of her mouth like he

owned her. And he did. At this moment she realized it with such clarity it would have brought her to

her knees if he hadn’t been holding onto her.

He pulled away enough that he could speak, but kept his lips lightly pressed to hers. “I’m going

to take you back to my place and fuck you so hard that there is no mistaking you are mine, Talia.” Her

heart slammed against her ribs, and all she could do was nod in her agreement. He took her mouth

again, successfully banishing all thoughts of the woman who clearly still wanted the male she knew

was her mate.

It was with startling clarity that she realized she couldn’t leave Sweet Water intact now that

her feelings for Ford were right at the surface. How had she even contemplated leaving when her

emotions were a turbulent arc inside of her? Knowing that she needed him now, and that all her

worries and contemplations could be out on hold until the fire inside of her was sated, Talia forced

herself to take a step back and look into his face. His expression was one that had her curling her

fingers into her palms or she would rip his clothes off of him right then and there.

“I’m staying at the Linden Hotel. It is so much closer than your place.”

That low rumble that came from his chest was all the confirmation she needed, but before she

could take any kind of initiative Ford grabbed her hand and started leading the way, presumably to her

hotel that was right around the corner.

He looked over his shoulder, his eyes at half-mast and that damn half smile that made her

panties soaked came out in full force. Her cheeks heated at his unspoken words of lust, and his grin

spread. She struggled to keep up with his long, determined strides. The hotel she was staying at came

into view only minutes later. It certainly wasn’t the biggest or most luxurious one she had stayed in,

but it beat the alternative in Sweet Water, which was really a drive-by motel situated right next to the

bar she had gone to with Luke. No thank you on that. Luke was staying with Mina at her parents’

home, and although she had been offered a room, Talia could only handle so much of the human

female and her hoity-toity family. Before he could ask her what room she was in, she took the lead,

which resulted in a deep growl coming from him. The fact he was so very dominant might have

offended other women, but Talia couldn’t lie and say she didn’t like it. It made her feel all girly and

wanted. Her hand was sweaty as she fished out her keycard and unlocked the door. Once inside the

room she took in the small full sized bed. It certainly wasn’t the king sized one at Ford’s, but the fact

they would be even closer sent a fresh wave of desire through her.

“I—” Her words were cut off when she was spun around and pressed against the wall by Ford.

Her shirt rode up, and she could feel the slightly textured wallpaper press against her exposed flesh.

He claimed her lips with his, probed his tongue between the seam of her mouth, and took control like

the animal he was. Fabric rending filled the room, and then the cool breeze of the air conditioner

brushed along her body. With a flick of his wrist he had her bra undone and tossed to the side. He

cupped both of the overly sensitive mounds in his large hands and massaged them. Never breaking the

kiss he ran his thumbs along her aching nipples until she found herself pressing her chest more firmly

against his touch. They groaned in unison when he took his thumb and forefinger and pulled at the

peaks, drawing them out more until she felt the blood rush to the surface.

In a move so quick she couldn’t even grasp what was happening, Ford let go of her breasts,

grabbed her under the ass, and lifted her. He wedged his jean-clad cock against her now spread thighs

and thrust forward three times. Her skirt was bunched along her upper thighs, and her legs were

clasped tightly around his waist. Despite her panties and his pants in the way, she knew she could get

off easily this way if he kept moving his hips forward and pulling them back in the rhythmic way he

was doing.

“God, I am going to fuck you so hard there won’t be a place on you that I haven’t claimed.”

A gasp left her, and she speared her hands in his hair, tugging at the dark strands until he

grunted and tightened his hold on her. He thrust against her even more frantically until she knew her

panties were soaked all the way through.

“Quit talking and do it all ready.”

His chuckle was deep and filled with more than just humor. Never in her life had she been so

fierce, but here she was, acting completely out of character ever since she met Ford. She loved how

she was with him, loved that she couldn’t control herself, that he made her feel like she would explode

if he didn’t touch her, and she never wanted it to end. He dug his fingers into her ass, turned so she

was no longer supported partially on the wall, and walked over to the bed. The springs creaked when

he rested his weight on the mattress, but her blood was roaring so powerfully in her ears that all she

could hear was Ford’s rapid, fierce breathing and feel his rigid erection digging into her panty-covered

pussy. Her breasts bounced from the force of her own inhalations, and as if he read her mind he moved

his head low enough that he could take her right nipple into his mouth. He alternated between the two,

sucking and licking, biting and tugging. It was torture and ecstasy all in the same breath, and although

she wanted to beg him to stop, she also wanted to scream for him to continue.

A popping noise filled the room when he let go of the nipple he had been giving attention to.

He took her jaw in one hand and tilted her head back to take her mouth. His bear was out in full force

and controlling the situation. Tongues sliding together and hips moving in sync, Talia felt her climax

nearing the surface. He slowed his thrusts against her, and she knew he could sense her impending

orgasm. The sweet scent of their combined arousal, and of her ecstasy reaching the peak where she

would soon go over, filled the small room, and she became intoxicated. Claws tipped his fingers

instead of nails, and he dragged them down the side of her body until he reached the top of her panties.

She thought he would just tear them from her, but instead he gripped her hips and flipped her onto her

belly. A sigh left her as soon as he thrust a pillow under her hips, causing her ass to be lifted.

Memories of the night at his cabin came back instantly, and she didn’t stop the moan that spilled from

her lips. The tip of one claw ran down the crack of her ass, and in the next second he tore her

underwear from her body and tossed the tattered remains aside. He palmed her cheeks, as if

memorizing the mounds, and then spread her ass wide. She couldn’t see his face, but knew his gaze

was trained on her pussy and ass.

“Fucking hell, baby, your cunt is so damn wet and pink for me.” He slipped his finger down her

slit, and the slippery sounds of the digit moving along her sensitive labia had her biting her lip so she

didn’t plead for more. “You on the pill, Talia?” His question was phrased quickly and grainy, like

pebbles of sand along her skin.

“Yes.”

“Thank fuck, because I don’t want anything between us when I take you this time, baby.” She

had been on birth control since she was a teenager for her irregular periods, and right now she was

damn glad she was. Knowing Ford wanted nothing between them was exactly what she wanted. She

sighed into the mattress when he slipped a thick finger into her body. He pumped in and out of her,

and then pushed another one inside of her. He worked her so good she found herself lifting and

swiveling her hips until she was fucking herself on his hand.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck yourself on me. Use me until you come all over my hand, until your

pussy juices cover me.” A gasp left her at his filthy words, and she felt herself oh so close to getting

off. “I’m clean, baby, was tested right before we fucked. I need to have you without anything between

us.” His chest pressed to her back, and his breath teased the tendrils of hair by her ear. “And do you

know why I need to do that, Talia?” His low words were heated and filled with possessiveness and

need.

She couldn’t speak, couldn’t form the words, so instead she shook her head and fisted her

hands in the sheets. He still fucked her with his fingers, but his motions were slower, more deliberate,

and she knew he was drawing this out, torturing her with pleasure.

“I don’t want any barriers between us because I need to claim my
mate
, Talia. I need to have

my cum inside of you so you smell like me, and there is no denying that you’re mine.” He used his

other hand to grip her shoulder, and his claws dug into her flesh. Trailing his lips down the side of her

throat, Talia closed her eyes and let the feel of him dominating every part of her wash through her.

First he swiped his tongue along her rapidly beating pulse, and then she felt his canines lengthen.

“And you are mine, Talia. I won’t let you go.” His voice was deep and distorted, and a shiver worked

through her. All of a sudden he started fucking her hard and fast with his digits, and she came right

then. Crying out into the pillow, she felt her pussy contract around his penetration, absorbed the

pleasure he gave her, and didn’t want to let it go.

“Tell me who you belong to.” His canines scrapped along her tender flesh. He dragged those

sharp teeth down her body, over the curve of her too big ass, and then he was removing his fingers

from her still quivering pussy and pierced her with his tongue. In and out he pushed that thick muscle

into her, driving her closer to yet another earth shattering orgasm. It was almost too much, but here

she was, climbing that ecstasy ladder and praying she survived it once more.

“Ford…” His name came out as a moan. He moved his tongue from her opening to her clit then

back down again. “You. I belong to you.” Over and over again licked her clit, and she widened her

thighs, needing to have him as close as possible. He took her silent command and gripped her legs,

pushed them so far that her muscles protested, and wedged his shoulders between them. He ate her

pussy like he was starving, like there was nothing better in the world.

“
Fuck
, baby. Your cunt is the sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever tasted.” She could feel him

flatten his tongue and drag it up and down her cleft and stopped at the swollen nub of her clitoris. He

sucked the engorged bud into his mouth, and all it took was that minimal suction to send her over the

edge once again. This time she didn’t bother muffling her cry of pleasure. “Tell me you want my bare

cock in your sweet little pussy.”

“Yes, Ford, God, yes, that’s what I want.” The fact he declared and claimed her as his mate was