Her First Time With A Bear (BBW Shifter Romance) (9 page)

“It was a shock. Why didn’t you tell me before?”

“It’s not...we’re not really supposed to just tell anybody. There’s like an unwritten rule, but once I knew you were my mate, my real mate I was going to. Tonight.”

“Ahh. The big secret, so that’s it.”

He smiled gently and shrugged. “Isn't it big enough?”

She sat up and rubbed her head. “I thought you were going to tell me you were a stalker or something.”

He put his hand up to brush her hair off her face, stroking her cheek lightly with his fingers. “A stalker, why did you think that?”

“The way you’re always there, like you don’t trust me to do anything on my own.”

“No, Paris, it’s not that at all.” He paused, thinking for a moment. “OK, I’ll tell you everything, now you know about the animal in me, it’s time I was completely honest.”

“The animal in you, I like the sound of that,” Paris said, thinking she must have hit her head after all. She felt almost giddy, something she decided to put down to shock.

“Don’t tease me, I might have to show you all the different sides of me,” Wes said, kissing her neck and breathing in the scent of her, it was reassuringly familiar, and he began to calm down. “A couple of days ago Tom, you know him, in charge of local police.” She nodded. “Well Tom, and the ranger, met up with me. They said there were some guys making trouble over at Hallowton, and that they had been asking where your house was.”

Paris sat bolt upright, her hands covering her mouth in shock. “Oh, that was why you were asking about my mom?”

“Yes, I didn’t want to scare you by telling you everything I knew, it might have been nothing after all.” He stroked her hair, concern on his face. “I only wanted to keep you safe Paris, nothing more. I know what’s out there, remember?”

“Yes. I know now. I’m sorry if I took it the wrong way.” She leaned forward and rested her head on his shoulder, unable to believe she could have lost him over a misunderstanding. He really did want to keep her safe. It had to be the same guys her mom had spoken to. It chilled her to think they had actually come this way to find her. For what? She was glad Wes was here and she did not have to be alone with strangers on the loose. The question was, how strange were they?

“Are they...like you?” she asked carefully.

“No. I don’t think so.”

“Would Tom know if they were?” she asked tactfully, not able to bring herself to ask him directly if they were half man half beast too. She guessed it was not something they liked to be common knowledge.

“Yes, he would.” Wes took a deep breath. “That’s what I was doing this evening, why I wasn’t in the bar.”

“There was more about the two men?”

“Yeah. It seems they camped in the woods a few miles away. The ranger thinks they shot a deer.”

“Isn't that illegal?”

“Around here, yes, the forest is protected, that’s why so many of us are drawn here.”

“So many of you,” she repeated. “How many of you are there? Most of your customers? My mom said some of them were a bit strange.”

He laughed at that. “A bit strange, I wondered if she'd ever noticed. Your mom never seemed to take much interest in what was going on; it’s why I hired her. She didn’t ask any questions.”

“No. My mom is not the ask questions type. See no evil, hear no evil. Even if it’s going on around you.”

“Right. Anyway, we've strayed off the point. They shot a deer.”

It took a minute for his words to sink in. “They have a gun,” she whispered.

“Exactly. Now I know you aren’t going to like it, but I would feel a whole lot better if you came to stay with me for a few days, until we can drive them out of town.” His voice held more than a hint of pleading.

“Wes. I can’t. What will people think?”

“I don’t care,” he said, and he meant it.

“But I do. I hardly know you, and you want me to move in with you? We’ve known each other less than a week.”

“I only needed one day to know you were my mate, Paris. I don’t know what it’s like for you, but for me its instantaneous. I never thought it would happen, after all the women I’ve known.” He saw her face drop. “I don’t mean in that way. Do you know how many prospective mates pass through my bar?”

“I guess,” she said begrudgingly.

“Well, it’s a lot. As a bear I am quite the catch.”

She burst out laughing.

“That’s better. I want this to be special for you, for you to learn to love me. This has forced my hand a little.”

“I don’t have to learn to love you, Wes.”

“Oh. No of course not. I would never force you to...”

Her lips silenced him. She kissed him with all her passion, her fear subsiding when his lips moved against hers. His arm went around her and he pulled her close to him. Even with his thick skull she did not have to voice her feelings, she did not have to learn to love him because she already did.

“Come home with me, just for tonight,” he said, pulling back from her.

“Why don’t you stay here?” she asked.

His face was hard to read, it held hope, and excitement, coupled with doubt. She decided to put his mind at ease.

“I mean, stay here, with me, in my bed.”

“Are you sure? You fainted; shouldn't we make sure you’re not concussed?”

“I am fine, Wes. Are you getting cold feet? I thought this was what you wanted.”

“It is. But I need you to be absolutely sure it’s what you want.” He took her hand in his and squeezed it, looking at her, trying to gauge her feelings.

The look in his eyes nearly broke her heart. He was more than willing to wait, if that was what she wanted, yet he was desperate, his eyes holding a crazed need for her. It both scared her and excited her, in equal measure, and once again, she looked at herself and could not see what the attraction was. He could have almost any woman he wanted, but he had waited for her, had known when he saw her that she was the one for him.

“Don’t you feel cheated somehow that I’m your mate?” she asked.

“Cheated. I don’t understand.”

“Out of all the women that want you, there must be more than a few that are pretty, slim and well...grown up. You know sophisticated.”

“None of that matters. It’s you, only you.” He pulled her close, and buried his face into her shoulder, holding her tight. “I can’t explain it any other way. But this is right in a way nothing before ever has been. Do you understand?”

“I guess. But then you are my first, so I have nothing to compare it to.”

“Than maybe it will be you who feels cheated,” he said, pulling back from her again. “I’ll wait, if you need more time.”

“No. I don’t need any more time, not one second more.”

Time for talking was over. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her on the lips, his tongue sliding into her mouth to capture hers. Paris wrapped her arms around his neck, and clung to him, her body pressing against his hard chest. They stayed like this, exploring each other with their mouths and hands for several minutes, before Wes growled out, “Where's the bedroom?”

With a thrill of excitement, she pointed up the small staircase. It was narrow, there was no way he could carry her up it. So he stood up, helping her to her feet and held her hand tightly, as if he were afraid she would slip away from him again. Then he led her up the stairs.

Paris felt that she was floating along, above the floor. Nothing could touch her. The last couple of hours had been surreal, and now she was going up to her room, to her small bed. To make love to a bear.

A bear.

Yeah, surreal did not quite cover it. However, it explained the attraction between them; there seemed no other way to explain how she had gone from confirmed old maid to feeling like a bitch on heat. Her body craved him; she needed to know what it was like to lie with him.

“Here,” she said breathlessly, pointing to the door that led into her bedroom, it seemed so small with him in there. He was so broad chested and tall, and her room nestled under the eaves, so the roof was very low.

“This might be interesting,” he said, looking at her single bed.

“I know,” she agreed. “It’s a small cottage; my mom has the bigger bedroom.

He looked at her, about to suggest something, and then changed his mind. She smiled to herself, he had read her right. There was no way she would use her mom's bed, not for what they had planned. Or she hoped they had planned.

“We can make it work.” She went easily into his arms as he added, “Together we can make anything work.”

He kissed her neck, his hands lifting her shirt, and going underneath to explore further. His palms glided over her stomach, and then upwards towards her breasts. She sighed in satisfaction when he rubbed them over her nipples. All she wanted was to be naked against him, her clothes no barrier to his touch, but he wanted to take his time.

“It'll be worth waiting for,” he said.

He undid one agonising button at a time, his fingers stroking and caressing her skin, his mouth paying attention to her lips, her neck, and then sucking on her earlobe, which made her wriggle in his arms. He liked this, and did it some more, holding her firmly in his arms so she could not get away.

As she writhed against him, she felt how hard he was, his cock pressing against her. She wanted to touch him there, to feel him for the first time. So she tried to concentrate and place her hand firmly around his hard length. He gave up teasing her and groaned against her neck, his warm breath tickling the small hairs there, turning her on even more.

More confident now she stroked him, up and down, squeezing slightly in a steady rhythm. He responded, his hips moving, following the movement of her hand. She could do it, she could arouse him in the same way he aroused her. Paris no longer felt so powerless in his presence.

He returned to stripping her clothes off, his hands more urgent now. First, her shirt hit the floor, and then he put his arms around her and unclasped her bra, her breasts all at once free to be teased and caressed by his warm hands.

It seemed she fit perfectly into his palms, one cupping each breast, and kneading them before his thumbs grazed her nipples. He was good. An expert in making her feel like a woman, her sex ached for that to become complete, for him to take her virginity. First, he wanted to make sure she was so aroused she would beg him to take her.

His mouth sucked on her nipples while his fingers began taking off the rest of her clothes. Her jeans unbuttoned, and then eased over her bottom and down her thighs. She stepped out of them obediently, and then sat on the bed while he pulled her panties off, over her feet.

Naked now, she tried not to look embarrassed, although she felt so self conscious. To put her at her ease he stood up and quickly stripped until he was as naked as she was. Her gaze was fixed on his cock, her heart racing when she took in the size and girth of him, which had not been evident when she had stroked him through his pants. She swallowed nervously, unable to see how his thick length would ever fit inside her.

Wes came forward, and leaned over to kiss her mouth, his hand going between her thighs and easing them apart, once satisfied he pressed his thumb against her sensitive clit and pushed his fingers inside her wet sex. She gasped against his mouth; his fingers pushed and probed her, massaging her inner walls, stretching her.

If this was what it felt like to have his fingers inside her, she had no idea how stretched she would feel with his stiff erect cock in her tightness. She tensed, and he lifted his head and asked, “Did I hurt you?”

“No. It’s just...I’m scared you won’t fit.”

He smiled, “You will be surprised, and I’m flattered you think I’m so big.” He saw her worried face, and added, “We’ll take it real slow, and if you want me to stop, you just have to say.”

She nodded, and tentatively reached out to touch his huge member, feeling the texture of his skin, and the way he moved while she stroked him. He closed his eyes and enjoyed her hands on him, and she tried to match the rhythm of his fingers inside her.

“OK. Enough. I am not going to last if you keep doing that. Let me get a condom, we want to be safe.”

“You brought one with you?” she asked. Had she been that much of a sure thing?

“I had them in my pocket, luckily.” He got the packet, and she saw they were already open; he took one of the foils out and opened it. “Want to do it?”

She nodded, and took it from him. “I don’t know how.”

His hands covered hers and he guided her slowly, she used her fingers to roll it down over his length, unable to resist stroking and squeezing him, his hips bucked at her touch, and the beast in him simmered near the surface. He grabbed her hand and made her stop, then pushed her back down on the bed, kneeling over her, she was his captured mate, and she would submit to him. That was what his body language told her.

Paris widened her eyes, she was scared. This man truly was a beast, capable of hurting her if he wanted. He was so much bigger and stronger than she was. All she could do was trust him, and hope he could control himself when it mattered most. His face told her he wanted to take her swift and hard, would he be able to restrain himself.

Parting her legs with his hand he moved his body to nestle between her thighs, there was only just enough room on her single bad, and she wondered if they might break it if he was too rough. Wes propped himself up on one elbow, keeping his weight off her as much as he could. His fingers pushed into her sex, and he did as he had before, stroking her, his fingers searching for the spot inside her that she did not even know existed.

When he hit it she felt herself carried up towards her orgasm, her bottom rose off the bed, she wanted him to press her right there. Just when her climax seemed to be upon her he stopped, she was so wet, so needy, she wanted to cry.

This soon passed when he held his cock and pressed it against her entrance, and she found herself holding her breath in anticipation. His fingers had readied her perfectly for this moment. She was wet, her juices covering the head of his cock so that it slid inside her with no pain.

A feeling of fullness took her, he pressed forward and she stretched for him. The friction of his wide girth against her inner walls taking her back to that climatic height she wanted to reach. Wes took it so slow, pulling back out before sliding back inside her. The feelings were incredible, until he broke her. A stinging pain filled her, and she cried out softly. He stopped moving, holding still until it passed.