Bearing Up In Wolf Rock (A BBW Bear Shifter Romance) (Wolf Rock Shifters) (8 page)

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“Oh, God,” she said, still staring into his eyes. Their faces were only millimetres from one another, their lips nearly touching now.

He slipped
a second finger inside her now and she squeezed him between her swollen pink folds.

“Do you like this?” he asked, knowing the answer full well.

“Yes, Maddox.”

He pulled both fingers out and
, moving his hand to the place between their mouths, he licked them, watching her face as he did so. Kyla longed for that tongue on her own, but the intimacy of watching him devour her wetness off his own fingers was almost as good as the kiss that was sure to come.

A
third finger joined the other two, and Maddox drove them all inside her, their thickness making her moan loudly.

“Does it feel good when I put my fingers inside you, she-wolf?”

Kyla felt the animal in Maddox coming to the surface as her wolf writhed inside her, wanting to tear at this man, to play, to bite, to pin him to the ground.


Yes. So good,” she said, her voice raspy from the pleasure.

“That…is a beautiful pussy,” he said
, moving in and out of her in silent, intense thrusts. “Jesus, I’d like to be inside you.”

That was it. Kyla couldn’t hold off any longer. She kissed him, her full lips meeting his, and the reward was worth the wait.

He was tender; gentle, but firm, and she shuddered with the sensation of his soft mouth on hers and his fingers exploring her opening, stroking her pink petals and then re-entering her wet channel, plunging deep inside her.

Their tongues made a meal of one another, searching and exploring, and Kyla wondered for a moment what his mouth
would feel like eating her. But of course she knew. It would be fucking amazing.

When they moved apart again, Kyla allowed the assertive animal within her to take full charge. She put her hands on his massive shoulders, feeling his tense muscles, knowing how easily he could overpower her. It excited her to no end, his strength, and yet she wanted to dominate him.

Maddox looked at her quizzically and Kyla dug her fingers into him. Under her touch she felt his body submit as she pushed him down her torso, rolling onto her back as she did so. He slid his way down her form, his mouth now at her belly, and he lifted the flannel which had begun to cover it and kissed her gently, his tongue flicking at her skin as he did so.

He knew what she wanted.

And yet he was teasing her by delaying, and the agony was wonderful.

His kisses moved downwards, towards the thin strip of hair that led his eye to her sweet mound
, and Maddox allowed his tongue to explore the short hairs before moving on, his hands gripping her hips, fingertips digging in.

When his broad shoulders were between her thighs, he put a hand on each leg and forced them apart, inhaling her scent and moaning.

“I want you to lick my pussy,” she said. “I need you to eat me.”

“I know you do.”

“Please, Maddox. Please.”

The beautiful creature stroked her slit with his nose first, inhaling as he went, and followed the same trajectory with his eager tongue. He dipped into the shallow crevices on either side of her clit, licking his way towards her sensitive bud, which was now pulsing and throbbing with desire.

“Like this?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Like…this?” With that, he poked at her clit with the tip of his tongue, making her squirm. He slid both hands under her ass and lifted her to him, his fingers digging into her flesh as he did so.

“Yes.”

“Like this?”

He l
apped at her now, his tongue narrowing its field of exploration and his lips wrapping themselves around her flesh as he gently sucked on her clit. She felt his tongue press into her, then come away in gentle flicks as his lips worked some sort of sorcery on her nerve endings.

“Oh fuck yes,” she moaned.

Her hands were on his head now, her fingers running through his hair, directing his face. But he needed no direction. He was a pro, an expert, a master. For a man who said he’d been alone for some time, he sure knew how to pleasure a woman.

For a moment, Maddox let his mouth come away from her. He kissed the inside of her right thigh and then allowed himself the pleasure of biting into her white flesh, which made Kyla shoot her hips upwards in pleasure. He was gentle but aggressive; she knew that there would be subtle
toothmarks in her skin, and she liked the idea of this man tattooing her with his own markings.

She moved her hands down to his shoulders again and allowed her fingers to dig into the designs that decorated him, signifying her approval of his actions.

Maddox did the same to her left thigh and then dove back in, eating her voraciously now as his three fingers fucked her. There was no way, she thought, that this could possibly get better.

And then it did.

Maddox bent his ring finger and, dipping his index and middle back into her pussy, he found her tight asshole with his pinky and gently eased his way in.

“Oh. My. God,” she said. No man had done this to her before.
She felt that her world had just opened up to a new sensation, and it was a good one. And that was the greatest understatement in the history of the universe.

She pulled the shirt up and found her fingers gently rubbing her nipples, hardening them in the cool air. Maddox groaned.

“I want to make you come,” he said between licks.

“I know,” she said, “and I’m going to. For you.”

His fingers were gentle now, probing her, feeling her inside and out as his tongue centered its focus on her sensitive bud. Kyla looked down and saw the massive, muscular shoulders of the most beautiful man she’d ever seen working between her legs, his every thought intent on her pleasure, on her wet pussy.

And that was it.

“I’m coming,” she moaned, her pussy beginning to squeeze his fingers tightly, pulsing in waves under the touch of his perfect tongue.


Mmm,” was all Maddox could muster, his mouth on her until he was certain that his work was done. He licked her in long, gentle strokes now, making her shudder with each flick.

Finally, he kissed her clitoris as if to say good-bye and slid up her body, letting his fingers leave their warm temporary home, and rubbed a little of her wetness on a nipple before licking it off.

“You’re fun,” she said, smiling.

“So are you. And delicious,” he said before sucking gently on her other nipple.

He moved up and kissed her softly on the lips before rolling onto his back. Kyla could see his impressive erection trying to escape his boxers.

“We should try and get some sleep,” he said.

Kyla felt disappointed at not having the opportunity to return the favour, but she sensed that Maddox had enjoyed himself nearly as much as she had. This made her like him all the more; his generosity and sweetness. His passion for her body.

She only hoped that she’d get to wrap her tingling lips around him sometime soon.

 

 

Seven

 

 

At dawn, Kyla awoke to see a narrow ray of light working its way through the floor’s cave. It was beautiful, she thought. Though she often patrolled at night and was awake to see the sun rise, it was rare that she slept outside and could feel the soft chill of dew on her clothing or fur.

She turned to see if Maddox was awake yet, memories of the previous night fresh in her mind. Maybe they could even have a second go.

He wasn’t next to her
. In all likelihood he was outside. What’s that saying about bears in the woods? Presumably they peed as well as other things.

Kyla threw on the oversized flannel shirt and exited the cave, her arms wrapped around her chilly form. She sniffed the air, but all she smelled was the woods; leaves, pine, and the faint smell of sex in the atmosphere.

“Shit.”

She knew that he was long gone, and cursed herself for having slept so soundly. It was so damned easy to sleep next to a hot bear of a man, especially after a mind-shattering orgasm.

A wildness within her began to surge up now, rage building, and she felt her body strain against itself, wanting to shift. Only a wolf who had no control allowed this, however. Only shifters like that asshole Craig, their former alpha who’d been defeated by Tristan, had no capacity to maintain their composure as humans.

But
Kyla was convinced that her anger was justified. She’d spent her entire life struggling to be accepted, and more importantly, to accept herself. She’d allowed herself to believe that Maddox truly wanted her, truly found her sexy.

Now she felt used and
discarded, like a soiled tissue, or worse.

She sat
down hard, her bare skin on the cold stone at the cave’s entrance, and pondered her next move. Should she hunt on her own or inform the pack? They’d have more success in a group, and frankly, she was likely to castrate the bear with her teeth if she came upon him on her own. It would be best to search with the pack mates who were likely to calm her. Right, that was it.

Her course of action clear, Kyla pulled off the shirt, dropped it on the ground and began to run, shifting in mid-stride. The feeling of pain aside, it was liberating to become a sleek, powerful beast, muscled and lean. It made her curves more acceptable to her; they were a sign of feminine beauty whereas her wolf form was the essence of strength and indomitability.

She ran through the forest, never picking up Maddox’s scent—he must have headed in the opposite direction, so at least she’d know where to begin the hunt—and came to the clearing where she’d left her clothing the previous day.

When she’d shifted and dressed, she began to hike back to the cabin, thinking about how to break the news to Tristan and the others that she’d had Maddox in her grasp and lost him.

But as it turned out, something had happened that had created a stir in her absence.

Upon her arrival at the
cabin, she found almost every pack member in the living room.

“Ah, Kyla,” said Tristan as she entered. “Good that you’re back. We’re about to have a meeting.”

“What about?” she asked.

Dascha
answered her.

“There was another victim near here
,” he said. “Another bear attack.”

It suddenly seemed like an even greater failure to have let Maddox escape.

“What? When did this happen? Where?”

“West of here, a couple o
f miles. We found a trail of human blood last night; Dascha and I were doing a patrol around the area. We think he’d just been attacked about an hour before, based on the evidence.”

“What time was this? I’m confused,” said Kyla, thoughts racing through her mind.

“Nine o’clock or so. The trail led to the road, and it seems that the man got into a vehicle and drove off, so he can’t have been too badly hurt.”

Tristan was star
ing at the she-wolf and she knew that she would have to explain her questions.

“I have to tell you something.
It’s important,” she blurted out.

“Everyone,” said Tristan. “Everyone! Be silent. Kyla’s got something to say.”

The pack stopped their chattering and turned to face their alpha and the woman who now stood, more nervous than usual, before them.

“You say there was another bear attack last night. I—we—can only assume that it’s the same bear shifter who attacked John Peterson.

“We all thought it was Maddox, the man we met the other day in the bar in town,” she continued. “Well, I didn’t think it was. I didn’t think he was capable of it. But now I know for sure that it wasn’t him.”

“And how do you know this?” asked Tristan, listening intently.

“Because I found him yesterday. And I was with him all night.”

The quiet rumble of low voices began to rise in the cabin again. Why was she with him? Why had she not brought him immediately to the house?

“Where is he now?” asked Tristan, putting up a hand to silence the others.

“I don’t know. When I woke at dawn he was gone. I’m really sorry. He said he’d come with me and I
trusted him. I let you all down.”

“You should have brought him here as soon as you found him, Kyla,” said
Dascha.

Tristan glared at the young pack member.

“You don’t know Kyla’s reasons for her actions,” he said. “And it’s not up to you to reprimand her.”

“You’re right. Sorry, Ky.”

“It’s okay. You’re probably right; I should have brought him in. I shouldn’t have trusted him the way I did.”

“But you say that he wa
sn’t responsible for the attack,” Tristan continued.

“No. He couldn’t have been. I found him around six p.m. and I know h
e was with me until three or so at least.”

“How do you know this? Weren’t you sleeping?”

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