Bearing My Soul: A Paranormal Werebear Shifter Romance (6 page)

He simply left me there. I stood, dumbfounded, alone, and naked. He really didn’t want me.

I choked back on the lump in my throat and hastily pulled my clothes back on. I walked back into the main room. The night was deathly silent; but, the house seemed unbearably stifling and hot.

The pain dug deep. I coughed to keep from crying. My eyes welled up with tears, as I stepped out onto the front porch to feel the cool night air.

I stopped, as I stood in the doorway. He was coming up the stairs and stopped. He stared up at me from the bottom of the front porch steps. His eyes were aflame with heat. He stood as Jonathan, but the beast paced hungrily within his soul. I was facing the predator.

The rest of the world flickered and vanished. Every need in me focused sharply on one solitary thought – Run!

I turned and bounded back inside. In the process, I left the door wide open. I bolted for the stairs and sprang up several steps at a time. I could hear him, the beast, as he scaled up behind me. I could hear his hot breath and I practically felt it on my neck. My longing to cuddle and my need to talk, sank beneath a sea of desire.

I burst into the master bedroom and I heard him surge in right behind me. I squealed as he clutched me in his strong arms and pulled me helpless to the bed. His lust and the scent of him overwhelmed any hope I had to resist. I fell beneath him. My body melted into his raging passion. He overpowered my every will and I willingly succumbed.

As he pressed his lips against my own, I could taste his relentless need for me. He ravished my mouth, my lips, and down along my face and neck. I squirmed, as his breath tickled my tingling skin.

He pushed himself up to his knees and grasped the hem of my sweater. My heart pounded furiously, as I watched his face. I heard the strands rip, as he tore the knitted top to shreds. The burning thrill inside me intensified inexplicably. He pawed and kissed my breasts with a fervent hunger. My fingers wound their way up beneath his shirt. They travelled over his stomach and chest and sunk into his hair. I pulled the shirt up over his head, as I stripped him of it.

I unfastened his pants, as he undid mine. He slid to the foot of the bed and carefully yanked my pants down along my legs. I watched, my eyes unwilling to look away, as his pants slid down his legs. He pushed his briefs down with them.

I gasped. My heart flipped with a confusing mixture of shock and excitement, as I stared at his hardened penis. It swelled up stiff and needful. I shivered with anticipation and a tinge of fear that the full size of it was going to go inside me.

He dropped my pants to the floor with his and reached up to peel my panties off. I giggled and clenched them with both hands, refusing to let him have them. He grumbled with a low, intense growl that I felt rumble deep through me. My body swooned sweetly from the sound of it.

He opted instead to rip the panties open, tearing the band apart and gently tugging the damaged fabric from my body. I held the remains of my underwear in both hands and watched his eyes roam over me. He admired my breasts and tight stomach. As he carefully examined my pussy, the fire inside him became a roaring blaze.

Jonathan grasped my ankles and slowly, sensuously, spread my legs open. I could barely breathe anymore as he eyed my tenderness. I closed my eyes, allowing him to own me completely.

I shivered as he kissed my calf, working his way up to my knee. Then, he switched to the other leg and pressed his lips against my inner thigh. His tongue flicked eagerly at the skin. I squirmed and yelped as he made his way higher. Now, I clutched both hands over my throbbing pussy.

But I relented easily, as he pulled my hands away. He quickly sank his mouth and tongue into me.

The world swirled around me with buzzing delight, as he titillated my lips and clit with his tongue. He had to hold my wrists, as he licked and kissed to keep me from involuntarily clasping them over myself. My brain reeled in ecstasy. My body shook, as the rising thrill filled it entirely. I gasped for breath. My chest heaved, while his mouth explored me. I shuddered as the orgasm took me over. His attentions came to a rolling stop.

Gently, he crawled back on the bed and wrapped me within his arms. I submitted and pulled my knees up around him, clenching his muscular body between my thighs. He moved over me. His body pressed to my own and his kisses were hot against my trembling flesh.

Suddenly, he pushed inside me. I stifled the tears and clutched my arms around him. He pressed slowly, rhythmically, as his massive girth began to fill me. I groaned in bliss. Within a minute, he was fully within me. He held me close and tight.

He began to thrust steadily, and for a moment, I couldn’t believe we were really doing it. I pulled him tighter and he kissed against my cheek. His thrusts grew quicker and I felt a rising, tickling pleasure swelling from his motions. It built as he moved quicker within me, urging me higher. My heart raced and my breath caught in my chest, as another wave of delight filled me.

As he stroked, he worked my pussy into a crazed eagerness. His shaft glanced over my clit on each thrust. I grumbled. In response, he groaned low and deep. As the ecstasy built, I began to whimper. Then, my whimpers turned into screams with every thrust.

His pulsing penis lunged suddenly harder and faster. It ignited a flood of intoxicating pleasures that whirled out of control. My head spun, as I climaxed once again. This time, I left the world completely behind. My body took over, as the heavenly feelings burned through me. I shook violently and I could feel myself releasing a spray of titillating hot liquid.

He didn’t stop. As my body peaked, his insistent thrusting held me helplessly there. I screamed with pleasure. For long moments, I writhed beneath him. I wanted to beg him to stop, but I also never wanted it to end.

At last, he clenched his jaw. His grip around me tightened. He quivered and growled so deeply that I felt it rumble through me. I shook violently, as he ejaculated within my body and tumbled breathlessly down from the orgasm.

I was still shaking, as he rolled off of me and rested beside me. I curled into him and he held me close. I felt him kiss the nape of my neck. He rubbed his hands down my back. Then, he cupped and played with my breasts. Soothing warmth enveloped me. He was there, with me.

Soon, he stiffened again. I held back a self-gratifying giggle and sat up. I forced him down on his back and crawled on top. I clenched his chest muscles in my hands. The hair tickled my fingers. I rubbed myself over his hard penis and teased my clit deliciously. Finally, I tilted my hips and drew him inside.

I rocked on top of him, while I relished his bulging body and beautiful face with gleeful satisfaction. I slowly brought him to a peak. Then, I stroked over him a little faster. As I did so, he grimaced. Then, climaxed. He grasped at my hips and stopped me, as he grew too sensitive. I waited there, perched over him, until he softened and slid easily from inside me.

I lay on top of him. My face rested against his chest. His heart pounded, then slowed as the moment subsided. Exhaustion overcame me. Soon, I was asleep.

CHAPTER SEVEN

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the early hours of the morning, I woke up. The room was dark and I was lying beside him. The heat of his body warmed the bed. I cringed, as I realized we were in the master bedroom. I had a lot of cleaning to do before Mrs. Hall returned to check on things.

My stomach grumbled and I realized I probably hadn’t eaten enough the night before. Carefully, I climbed from the bed and made my way, naked and shivering, to the kitchen. I looked out of the window to make certain no one was out there before I turned on the light.  I made a sandwich and sat on the cold kitchen chair to eat. My stomach was finally satisfied and my pussy, as well. I cleaned up my dishes and turned to go back to bed.

I yelped, as I saw him there. He was watching me with the same hungry stare. He was in the doorway, naked. His penis was already thick and erect. He chuckled at my surprise, but moved quickly to me.

I fell into him as he grabbed me and kissed me passionately. Then, I pulled away a bit. I enjoyed the longing look in his eyes, as I did so.

He turned me around. His patience was waning. Next thing I knew, he pushed me over the table. I moaned in lustful glee, as he pushed inside me again. This time, he moved faster. My pussy swallowed him gratefully.

It was a delicious feeling. He groped my body with both hands, while thrusting desperately into me with his sex. He yearned for me, just as I yearned for him.

He gripped me tightly. Then, he pulled me close and kissed me up and down my back. I heard him growl soft and low. He was losing control to his cravings. I smiled. The intense pleasures swelled up from my softness.

I gasped. The ecstasy rose, as Jonathan’s strokes quickened. His hand swept around me and down my stomach. His fingers probed until he found my clitoris. I squealed helplessly, as he toyed with it.

I spread my legs further for him. His rhythm increased to a fervent pace. The world swirled around again. I peaked, as he began to quiver.

He nibbled at my shoulder and I swooned. As my climax peaked, he bit deeper. A sharp pain shot through me. At first, I was shocked. Then, the wild sensation drove my climax even higher. I screamed loudly as the orgasm gushed over me. The sound reverberated from the walls. The heat gushed into my blood, as I floated down from ecstasy. My skin was so sensitive now that it felt like it was vibrating. I trembled and fell breathless to the table, as I enjoyed the ebbing enchantment.

After several long moments I turned to see Jonathan look down at me in horror. “Oh god,” he panted. “Andrea, I didn’t mean to do that!”

I glanced to my shoulder, but couldn’t see the bite mark. I did feel a small trickle of warm blood slipping down along my back.

“It’s okay,” I grinned tauntingly. “It shows how desperately you need me. It’s only a scratch. I’ll clean it up and I should be fine.”

His face was pale. I brushed over his cheek soothingly with one hand and led him to the sofa. I washed and bandaged the bite, as I giggled softly to myself. Then, I curled up on the sofa with him. The room was still warm from the fire.

I cuddled my head into his shoulder and toyed playfully with his body. I rubbed over it, tickled the hairs, and fiddled playfully with his softened penis. Soon, I was asleep again.

“Hi,” I beamed, as he came into the kitchen. I was making him breakfast, still buck naked. My skin was radiant in the early dawn sunlight. His privates bobbed and dangled as he walked in.

He gave me a solemn look. He was distant and sad. “Good morning,” he conceded.

I studied his face, as I shoveled bacon onto his plate. “Okay,” I grunted, “This is not exactly the kind of enthusiasm a girl wants to see from a man she just gave a night of lascivious orgasms to.”

He glared down at his plate and clutched the table with both hands. “It could have been worse,” he grumbled. He emitted a pained moan.

The shock of pain stabbed deep. “And that,” I said, as the tears grew hot in my eyes, “is exactly what she would love to hear.” My voice dripped with sarcasm. A crushing weight filled my chest.

He looked up at me. His eyes were dark and clouded. I waited for his apology and explanation.

Instead, he clambered to his feet and raced back upstairs. I set breakfast down and turned off the stove. Then, I turned to chase after him. He pushed past me as he came down the stairs, naked. He held his clothes in his hands. “I can’t talk about this right now,” he grumbled, as he burst out the front door.

My heart crumbled inside of me. I stared out the window in horrified dismay, as he raced across the yard and back into his house. I yearned to run after him, naked or not, and ask what was wrong.

I was afraid I already knew. I began to tremble, as heartache seared all other feelings. I covered my mouth in horrified dismay. He ran from me like I was putrid and disgusting. I realized how awful I must have seemed to him.

Everything went intensely numb for me. Over and over again, I played out the night. I grappled with the horror of what I had done and wondered where it all went wrong. As the cold days passed, I feverishly tore into yard work. I wanted to try and forget, but I was unable to think of much else. The pain drove me harder and the work became quickly easier to manage. My heartache gave me strength.