Beneath a Spring Moon (11 page)

He held her tight against him. The contact allowed her to feel his heartbeat and his erection against her. He was rock-hard, and he rubbed his hot, pulsing manhood on her belly. The feel of his skin inflamed her. She forced a hand between them and began to stroke and squeeze his shaft.

Joseph responded to her touch, pulling his mouth from hers and releasing a long breath. She smiled when her hands had the desired effect, and she applied more pressure in return, and was rewarded with his the tease of his fingers around her opening. He was building her up, but she had other thoughts in mind.

She pushed on his chest with her free hand, but he wouldn't budge. A tighter grip on his shaft and a growl made him see reason, and he relaxed his arm. She lowered herself into a squat and looked up at him from her new vantage point. His broad chest heaved and his manhood stood tall, and even thicker. His bulbous head glistened, and it mesmerized her for a time.

"God, you smell good, Dara."

He ran his fingers through her hair and she watched him pulse and jerk in front of her face. She took him into her hands and held him with a firm grip. His heat infused the skin of her palms and fingers and she sucked in a breath at the memory of how he felt inside her. "You smell pretty good yourself." She ran her tongue on the underside of his head and traced the ridge. When his grip tightened in her hair, she sucked the head into her mouth and flicked the hole with her tongue.

"Oh fuck!" His speech was a little off, and when she looked up, his teeth were clenched.

There was no way she'd be able to take all of him into her mouth. His length and girth were too much for her to accommodate, so she worked her hands along his shaft while she sucked and nibbled on his tip. When his hips jerked forward, she felt her lips stretch, but she kept up her movements.

Another jerk and she pulled her head free and angled it so she had access to his testicles. She teased his sac with her tongue before sucking one of his balls into her mouth. A hand on his thigh helped her balance, and she felt his muscles contract beneath her palm.

Being so close to this part of his body gave her a heady feeling, and she inhaled his scent with every breath. She could feel her juices flow as she tasted and sniffed the essence of him, his scent alone almost enough to bring her to the edge. Her other hand wasn't idle. She continued to stroke him and spread his precum with each pass.

Her increased wetness made itself known and snaked a slow path past her labia and down to the bottom of her right cheek. She moaned at the ache in her lower lips. Her thoughts warred inside her head; one voice wanted him to fill her, the other urged her to bring him to his release with her mouth. Firm pressure on her shoulders let her know the choice had been made for her, and she was lifted and carried to the fur.

He placed her on her back, his movements gentle. He looked down at her for a moment before he lowered his head and captured a hard nipple in his mouth. He sucked hard and then alternated between intense suction, licks, and nips. His fingers teased her folds, and she rocked her hips against them. When he switched to her left breast, he rammed his hard rod into her in one motion while he bit down on her nipple.

She yelped, the pain in both places locking her muscles. He laved her throbbing bud with his tongue and began rocking into her at a brutal pace. Each thrust inched her closer to the edge of the fur, but he'd pull her back before her head touched the stone floor.

He may have been gentle when her put her in position, but there was nothing gentle about his movements now. This was fucking—hard, deep, and feral. His movements were almost angry, as if she'd done something he didn't like, and he planned to fuck her until she learned her lesson. Only this wasn't discipline, it was unrelenting paradise.

Another bite and her body began to buzz. His teeth, tongue, and thrusts all but shoved her into her climax, but she fought to hold on.
I don't want it to end! Not yet!

When he moved his mouth to her neck, and pulled on her sore nipple with his finger, she tried to distract herself by counting how many times his heavy balls slapped against her ass between his pinches.

He licked a trail to her ear and ran his teeth along the outer shell.
I can do this, I can hold it.
When he bit down onto her lobe, he groaned in her ear and tweaked her nipple at the same time.

Her orgasm broke free like the waters of a thawing river. Her back arched before her body curled forward, and she gripped and clawed the skin of his back like a feral cat. She moaned and growled, and her toes curled as her body shook.

Joseph hadn't let up, and neither had her pleasure. He rocked her body, pummeling her tight passage with ruthless strokes. He released her ear and moved a hand to grip her right butt cheek. He snaked his right arm beneath her, gripped her shoulder, and pinned her in place. There was no escape as he drilled into her like he was searching for precious stones. But who'd want to escape his pleasure prison?

After many long minutes, his pace changed from rhythmic to scattered, and he grunted with each stroke. Time lost all meaning as he kept her at her peak, and she was on the edge of consciousness for a second time. Involuntary spasms took over every muscle, and each touch and sensation rebounded to her core. She babbled as she lost control of her body, and tiny flashes danced in her field of vision.

"I'm coming!"

She heard his declaration, but she didn't process what it meant. She was vaguely aware that he'd pulled out and emptied his load onto her belly. She didn't care—a different darkness was creeping in. Her eyes closed and she felt his breath next to her head.

His voice seemed far away when he spoke, but she managed to make out his words. "I'll never let you choose another." It was the last thing she heard before her senses turned off.

Chapter 2

The Heat

Joseph awoke to a strong gust of wind as it blew by the entrance of the cave. Dara was curled up next to him, her breathing deep and even. He smiled, his keen eyes able to appreciate her form in the darkened cave.

Her thick, dark hair was soft against his chest, and it clung to the patch of hair he had there. Her full, luscious lips were parted, and he could hear the air pass in and out of her mouth. With her on one side, he had a good view of her profile—the apple of her cheek was round and full, and the curve of her neck beckoned. He had to fight the urge to bite her there again, so he turned his attention to the rest of her.

He
couldn't
resist running a hand down her side and onto her belly. Her softness brought a smile to his lips before he rested his hand on her full hip. When she stirred, he pulled his hand back and watched as she returned to a deep sleep.

Don't want to wake her.
It took several minutes for him to move away. Like him, her senses were keen and if he moved too much or too fast, he'd wake her, so he was slow and silent.

When he was far enough away, he folded his half of the fur over her still, naked figure. A nice stretch and a yawn prefaced his emergence from the cave, and he sniffed the air and searched the forest with his eyes. His change was almost immediate, and he moved his big bear body through the woods, scratching and marking trees as he went.

The air was warmer, and his claws were soon sticky with sap as he continued to rake strategic trunks in his path. As he continued on, a familiar scent tickled his nose, and he pulled his ears back in response.
Well hello.
He smelled prey.

He tracked the scent of a boar and followed it at a distance. He had to be stealthy and stay downwind at all times. Boars were fast, so he'd have to use the element of surprise to land this succulent meal.

He followed the animal on its serpentine path for more than a mile. Dara should be awake, but he wouldn't turn back, not now, not when he was less than one hundred feet away.

The boar meandered, oblivious to his presence, and rooted in the ground. When the beast moved into an area with felled trees, Joseph saw his opportunity and closed the gap, boxing the creature in. It took no time to claim his prize, and he dragged his kill toward the cave. Another gift, another chance to impress her with his abilities.

The wind changed direction and a new scent filled his nostrils.
What the hell?
He was on alert in the space of a breath, and he galloped through the trees. When the smell intensified, he dropped the boar and ran as fast as he could to the source.

He growled when he spotted Dara in her bear form. He reared up on his hind legs when his gaze fell on another male in the process of inching closer to her. He, too, had made a kill, and nudged it toward Dara.
He's making an offering? Oh hell no!
His growl was deep, and he opened his jaws wide to show his teeth.

When the other male spotted him, he offered his own growl and turned to face him. Joseph didn't waste any time, and ran hard to meet the intruder head on.

Both bears reared up, each trying to unbalance the other.
He's young.
He could tell by the other male's movements he was inexperienced, and Joseph used that to his advantage. He swatted the newcomer's muzzle with one paw and angled his own head toward his neck. His jaws clamped onto the skin below the younger male's ear, and he bit down hard. He shook his head, and pushed his claws into his shoulders. It didn't take long for the fight to leave the young bear, and when he stopped struggling, Joseph released him and chased him off.

He made his way back and found Dara still in place. When he shifted, she did too. There was a smirk on her face, and the instant he saw it, he walked toward her with slow steps. "You enjoyed that, didn't you?" She took a step back. There was no fear in her eyes, but there wasn't an answer from her lips either.

Adrenaline continued to course through his veins, and he narrowed his eyes and sniffed the air.
Good, I made it in time. She didn't mate with him. But she looks…
She chewed the corner of her bottom lip and looked at the kill the young male brought to her. "You wanted him, didn't you?"

"Maybe. What difference does it make now?"

With three quick strides, he backed her up against a tree. He was in his bear form in a heartbeat, and he clawed the bark above her head and shoulders. The action helped to calm him, but she stared at him with challenge in her eyes.

"What are you going to do about it, Joseph?"

Sap ran down from the deep gashes he left with his claws, and he tracked the liquid's progress as it slipped onto and over her shoulder. He changed back and pressed a hand to her chest to keep her still. He leaned closer to her, and kept his eyes on her until the last possible moment. A quick bite to her shoulder was his goal, but it wasn't going to happen. The minute they broke eye contact, she shifted and growled.

"All right, Dara, if that's how you want it." He took his bear form and advanced slowly. She eyed him as if she was sizing him up, and she took a tentative step back before she moved forward.

She's not weak anymore.
Her meal and a good night's rest would ensure she'd be a challenge, and he watched for her first move. When she reared up, he matched her and managed to avoid her jaws. He didn't attack outright—instead, he focused on counters to her movements.
Come on, give me an opening. I need to save my energy.

He let her push forward, compensating for the force she exerted when she shoved herself into his body. She was able to get in a few good swipes, but Joseph kept his head and prayed his patience would be rewarded.

Long minutes passed, and the two of them continued to push against each other. When he noticed a change in her attack, he made his move. He allowed her in close, and when she tried to close her jaws into his neck, he nudged her at the last minute, forcing her to all fours. His jaws were at her neck a moment later, and he could hear the frustration in her short breaths. It didn't take long for her to stop struggling. When she did, they shifted together.

He watched her chest rise and fall as she panted. He wouldn't have time to catch his own breath. He backed her against the wide trunk of the tree he'd scarred, and pressed his hand into her chest once again.

He shifted the opposite hand into a paw, and scratched deeper into the tree. Sticky sap snaked down over her shoulder, leaving a glistening, tantalizing trail. He changed his hand back and chased the liquid with his fingers, smearing it over her chest and breasts. His mouth watered at the sight. He didn't need any words in that moment, and lowered his head to trace the path of the sap on her skin with licks and suction. The sweetness cloyed with the saltiness of her skin, a decadent mixture that made his nostrils flare.

She wriggled against his hand, and he growled until she held still. "You wanted to know what I was going to do about it." The smell of her drove him to distraction, but his scent still clung to her, and that detail made his body respond, leaving him hard enough to break rocks.

He pressed himself against her and nipped the underside of her breast. In mere moments he could smell her arousal, and his eyes rolled in his head.
It happens every time.
Whenever her scent tickled his nose, his body filled with need. Her wetness was the ultimate aphrodisiac. He had to have her right then and there.

He lifted her left leg and rested it in the crook of his elbow. She was shorter than he was, and he bent at the knees so he could rub his swollen head at her saturated entrance. When she moaned, his muscles tensed, and he shoved himself into her. The action lifted her body a few inches, and the toes of her right foot barely touched the ground.

The feel of her around him sent heat over his skin in waves. He bucked into her, determined to show her all that he was. His animal nature compelled him to take her, while his human half craved the contact and closeness.

Each time they joined, more of his body awakened. He was stronger each time, as if he gained something new with each encounter.

Again he was inside her, and the need to possess her was so strong it overpowered all other thoughts. He watched her breasts shake with his every thrust, and when he looked into her eyes, they were glazed over. He wouldn't be able deny her anything while she looked like that. He tilted his head and captured her lips, her tongue frantic against his. She took her breaths in time with his, and moaned her pleasure into his mouth.