Authors: Ariana Hawkes
Bear Home for Christmas: BBW Holiday Paranormal Bear Shifter Romance (Christmas Bear Shifter Romance Book 1) (9 page)
“You’re so incredibly beautiful,” he murmured. “Even more than I imagined.”
“You’ve been imagining me naked, huh?” she said with a sly smile.
“Constantly,” he admitted bashfully. A shudder ran through her body. She never thought of herself as the kind of girl who got desired and objectified.
“You only want me for my body?” He shook his head.
“Nope. I want every single bit of you, Noelle; your body, your mind, your heart.” He stroked her arms, her belly, her thighs, his big rough hands so thrilling on her skin. He took his time, exploring every part of her body – except the part that most hungered for his touch. He was driving her crazy. Every time his hands brushed her inner thighs, her body jolted, willing him to touch her there – on that sensitive place. She wanted to feel his fingers inside her, ached to be filled up by him.
“Touch me,” she said, as his fingertips danced right at the top of her slightly-spread thighs.
“Where?” he said, his eyes bright with mischief, wanting to hear her say the words.
“Inside. I need your fingers inside me, right now.” He laid his hand flat on her pussy and her whole body jolted. He pressed a little harder and she squirmed with pleasure.
“Or just keep your hand right there,” she panted. His fingertips lightly touched her entrance, dipping into her wetness, then he caressed her labia, teasingly softly, moving back and forth with deft strokes, spreading her, encouraging her to open to him. When a finger finally touched her clit, she cried out, a wild, uncontrolled sound. His eyes blazed and she thought she saw a hint of his animal. At once, he pushed two fingers inside her, and she gasped. It almost hurt. Her muscles rippled in pleasure as he slid in and out, his thumb circling her clit. All the time he watched her, watched his hand pleasuring her as she lay back on his soft pillows. She saw the tip of his tongue dart out of his mouth and lick his lips.
“I want to taste you,” he growled, his voice sounding far rougher than before. And before she could say anything, he dove down the bed, and his long, pointed tongue was gliding over her clit.
“Oh my God!” she cried out. It felt even better than his finger, lighter and more sensitive as it flicked back and forth. And then he began to suck, drawing her tiny bud into his mouth, and she saw stars beneath her eyelids. Her fingertips rubbed at the back of his head. It was a good job he didn’t have much hair, she thought, or she’d be tugging on it hard right now.
Of their own accord, her hips began to buck, inciting him to go faster. All of a sudden, he slid his fingers out of her, and entered her with his tongue instead, sighing in pleasure as he tasted her. She moaned and sighed as her pussy spasmed.
He took hold of her thighs, clasping them in a firm grip, and began to lick her clit again, his tempo increasing until it matched the jolting of her hips.
“Oh God, I’m going to come!” she whispered. He responded by sucking harder on her clit, until all she was aware of was his deft tongue, right at the very core of her body, whipping her into a frenzy. Her eyes fluttered shut as an explosion began to build inside her, growing and growing, until it detonated with powerful waves, all over her body. The stars fizzed and burned beneath her eyelids.
“Granger,” she muttered, minutes later. “That was unbelievable.” He lifted his head, an eyebrow raised questioningly, the edge of his lips curved in a half smile. Then, with a sound a lot like a growl, he climbed up her body, powerful and agile, until he crouched over her, his shoulder muscles bunched.
She ran her hands all over him, recovering from her orgasm, but still needing more. As her frustration grew, she pulled him close, until he lay right on top of her, his cock a hard rod against her thigh. Then something in his face changed as he gazed down at her; and his features took on a rougher, fiercer expression.
“Noelle,” he muttered, his jaw tight. “I can’t control my bear like this.”
“What does it want?” she whispered.
“It wants me to mate you. To take you roughly, in every position, and claim you for my own.” A shiver of delight ran through her at his words. She loved his soft, romantic touches, his incredible tongue, but in her deepest, darkest fantasies, she wanted to be taken hard. She reached down and encircled his cock with her hand. It felt so swollen and ready for her. He groaned at her touch.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he hissed from between clenched teeth. She moved her hand up and down, along his shaft.
“I want it like this,” she whispered. “I want all you have to give.” She hooked her ankles either side of his hips and pulled him towards her. A sharp burst of pain made her gasp as his cock pierced her, immediately filling her pussy. She held on though, her muscles gripping him tight, and the pain was replaced by a wave of pleasure that radiated all over her body. She felt herself yielding to him, abandoning herself to this big, powerful animal-man. His eyes were intense as they held her gaze, and she sensed that he was using every ounce of his willpower to control himself.
“You feel so good inside me,” she said, and instantly, it was as if a spring uncoiled inside him. His hips began to move, thrusting his big cock in and out of her, every movement setting her on fire. He moved faster and harder, alternately kissing her and burying his face in her neck. His breathing was harsh, somewhere between a growl and a purr. She was as limp as a ragdoll, overwhelmed with euphoria as he ploughed in and out of her. In and out, in and out, in a blissful rhythm. He sat back on his haunches and lifted her legs, one at a time, placing them over his shoulders. She gasped at the deeper penetration, at the different angle his cock made inside her. As he leaned towards her again, she was almost bent double. He fucked her in quick, sharp thrusts, and then he leaned back, holding her legs up in the air as he watched his cock entering her and filling her up. She squirmed and bit her lip. It was hot and a little dirty, and she loved it.
Suddenly, he pulled out of her.
“Turn over,” he growled. “I want to take you from behind.” She flipped over eagerly. She’d always liked this position the best, liked the way it was rough and primal. He didn’t penetrate her immediately, but stroked her thighs and the globes of her ass, murmuring his appreciation. He placed a hand on the small of her back, encouraging her to arch her back more, and then she felt something soft and wet running the length of her labia.
Oh my god, he’s licking me again!
Her cheeks warmed, and she tried to get away from his tongue, but he held her still, spreading her with his fingers and licking her eagerly, all the way from her clit to her entrance and back again. When she realized that he wasn’t going to stop, she allowed herself to relax and enjoy it. It did feel pretty amazing like this, kind of liberating.
Just as she was turning into a quivering mess yet again, he took his tongue away and, instead, she felt the tip of his cock probing her entrance. She cried out as he entered her like this, feeling her muscles yielding to his wide girth. Her nerve endings were so sensitive that she felt every bit of his cock as he slid inside her, all the way to the hilt. She arched her back further, dropping her head into her arms and he gave a purr of appreciation. At the first thrust, she cried out again, and again. He fucked her slowly, smoothly, and she began to make all kinds of sounds – yelps and moans and cries – barely aware that they were coming from her mouth. His cock was setting her insides on fire, but she needed more and more, and she pushed back on his cock, like a woman possessed, demanding all he had to give her.
He arched right over her, his hands coming down on each side of hers, and his chest pressing into her back.
“You’re mine, Noelle,” he said in a harsh, growly voice. “All mine. I’m going to fill your womb with my seed and claim you as my own. Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” she managed to say in between pants.
“Then tell me,” he ordered her. The Granger fucking her sounded so different from the sweet guy she knew that it made her hairs stand on end. It was wild and delicious.
“I’m yours, Granger,” she said. “Yours and only yours. I want you to come inside me and make me your own.”
Her words had the desired effect. His hands bit into her hips, his nails suddenly very sharp, and he began to fuck her hard, his pelvis pounding against her ass.
“Mine,” he muttered, in between thrusts. “All mine.” His words bounced around in her brain, making her delirious with arousal and pleasure. This big, sexy creature was claiming her by fucking her. He was making her his. Now she understood what it was to mate. She jumped as his hand slid along her belly and touched her clit. It was the final spark she needed. He fucked her with abandon, her fingers twisting into the sheets to stop herself from falling down flat, and at last his rhythm matched hers perfectly and she began to shudder, her pussy clenching his cock in quick little spasms. At the same time, he gave a wild roar, and came with a last, rough thrust, shooting his hot seed deep inside her.
She collapsed, lying flat on the bed, and he laid himself gently on top of her, his breath warm on the nape of her neck. They were silent for a while, Noelle too overwhelmed by the experience to be capable of putting any words together. Eventually, he turned onto his side, bringing her with him, and curled his body around her tenderly.
“Are you okay, baby?” he whispered. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“You didn’t, Granger, and I’m better than okay,” she said, unable to stop herself from grinning. “But, I had no idea that sex could be so good!” He chuckled and stroked her face.
“That’s because it was more than sex: it was mating. You’re mine now. All mine. Forever and ever.”
“Really?” she whispered. He looked confused.
“Of course. Hey, hold on a minute.” He got out of bed and rummaged around in his discarded clothes, pulling out his phone. “Guess what time it is?” he yelled, jumping back into bed. She gasped.
“Is it Christmas day?”
“It is. It’s 12:32am!” He held her head in his hands and kissed her. “Happy birthday, Noelle! And a very merry Christmas too!”
“Merry Christmas, Granger!” she replied, her heart flooding with joy.
Moments later, she was asleep, her head resting on his chest and his strong arms wrapped around her.
Noelle woke up the next morning to the sound of clinking and rustling. As she stirred and started to open her eyes, Granger’s voice called from somewhere, “keep your eyes closed. Stay under the blankets!”
“Uh, ok,” she mumbled, hiding her face in the comforter and inhaling the sweet, musky scent of their lovemaking from the night before. “What are you doing?”
“You’ll find out in a minute!” The clinking and rustling continued.
“Ok, you can look now,” he shouted at last. She dived out of the covers, pushing her hair back from her face. There was a little portable table next to the bed, filled with all kinds of delicacies, and at the foot of the bed was a Christmas stocking.
“Breakfast, and a few little gifts,” he announced. “Although I’m afraid that the gifts aren’t very exciting, since I didn’t know that you were coming until two days ago.” Noelle giggled in delight.
“That’s ok,” she said. “Considering I wasn’t expecting anything at all, this is pretty amazing!”
“And before we get started, we have to have a toast.” He climbed back into bed, reached down on the floor and produced a bottle of Champagne and two glasses.
“Wow, first thing in the morning?” she exclaimed.
“Nothing better on Christmas day!” He popped the cork expertly and filled their glasses.
“Merry Christmas and happy birthday to my beautiful, incredible, smart, sexy, lovely mate!” he said.
“Merry Christmas to my gorgeous, smart, brave, generous, amazing mate,” she replied. And they drank, the golden fizz instantly making her woozy.
“Now, presents!” he announced and handed her the stocking.
She didn’t know how he’d managed to pull everything together at such short notice, but there were two novels, a beautiful box of chocolates, some perfume, some cashmere socks, a scarf, two DVDs and a leather-bound notebook.
“This is just for now, but I’ll take you shopping tomorrow to get exactly what you want for Christmas – and for your birthday!” he said. Noelle’s eyes filled with tears.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, alarmed. She wiped her eyes on the comforter.
“Nothing; it’s just – just – I’m not used to getting stuff for Christmas, and you’ve got me all this, and we’ve only just met. You’ve made me so happy, Granger. I don’t know how to thank you enough.”
“Oh, baby,” he said, drawing her into his arms. “From now on, you’re going to have more presents than you can handle!” Her head was spinning, overwhelmed by the gifts and his words.
“But how did you get all these things for me?” was all she could say.
“Uh, I might have messaged my mom yesterday and asked her to help me out,” he said bashfully.
“No way?” she said, eye glistening.
“Yes way! Now, let’s have some food.”
The food was delicious, and it went perfectly with the champagne. When they’d finished eating, they lay in each other’s arms, kissing and touching. Noelle had never felt so happy in her life, but there was still a tiny part of her that couldn’t quite believe it was all real.
“Granger – you really mean all this, right?” she said in a small voice. “You’re not going to get bored of me and leave me one day?” He laughed.
“Are you kidding? I’m totally crazy about you. You’re my mate. And that means forever. No exceptions. Shifters aren’t fickle like humans can be. And we’ll have our mating ceremony soon, as the shifter laws dictate.” He gazed up at the ceiling, thinking. “Maybe on New Year’s Day? Would you like that?” She gasped.
“I’d love that! But, wait – what is this ceremony, exactly? Is it like a wedding?”
“Pretty much, except you wear simpler stuff and it’s held deep in the woods. Only shifters are allowed to be present, so it would be you, me and our clan attending.”
“That sounds amazing!” she said with a grin.
“Ok, it’s a date!” he said. He sipped his champagne and sighed. “I guess we should get up and go see the others. But, on the other hand – ” he lifted the covers and gazed at her naked body. “Maybe we should have a Christmas morning mating session instead.” She climbed on top of him and planted a kiss between his pecs, then one on his abs, then one just above his navel, then another on the diagonal grove at the top of his thigh.
“I think that’s a great idea,” she said.
Much later, they lay back on the pillows. Noelle’s body was tingling with the after-effects of the many orgasms Granger had just given her. He laid one of his huge hands on her belly.
“I wonder if we’ll have a cub or two running around next Christmas,” he said. She broke into a smile.
“Running around may be a little premature, but I’d be very happy to have one growing inside me at the very least.” Granger planted a kiss on top of her head.
“Merry Christmas, baby,” he said. “May our Christmas wishes come true!”
THE END
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