Love at First Roar (BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Werebear Romance) (Grayslake Book 4) (23 page)

Her mouth watered, the mole anticipating the taste of his blood on her tongue. It’d slide over her taste buds and soothe the growing ache for him. She’d be filled with him as he slid into her pussy and his tastes consumed her.

Isaac’s scents would sink into every part of her body, making his aroma a permanent part of her body.

She couldn’t wait. Didn’t want to wait.

Kira took a quick glance around them, noting the wide expanse of gray and assumed the ground was lined with rocks. Great. She was all for nature-laced boinking, but she was not getting a boulder up the ass.

She wanted Isaac, just not that much. Unless he was on the bottom…

“Kira, whatever you’re thinking, you need to stop. Now.” The words were growled by the bear and weren’t the smooth baritone of Isaac’s human half.

“I was just wondering where we could get horizontal.”

A shudder wracked him and he breathed deeply, only to release the air in a heaving gust. “God, you want me.”

It wasn’t a question, but she felt compelled to answer anyway. “Yes.” She nodded. “It’s…” She let her head rest on his shoulder. “You’re mine. I know it. You know it. I don’t know why we’re fighting the inevitable.”

“I didn’t wanna rush you.” Brown fur tickled her cheek.

“Thank you for that, but we’ve been dancing around this. We’ve kissed and maybe we should have gone past first base once or twice—or ever—before hitting a home run, but it’s time for you to score. Or me. Someone is scoring and I expect a lot of applause when we’re done.”

Oh, a lot of fur came out to play then and when she lifted her head and focused on Isaac, she gulped. Yeah, lots of hair going on there. Wow.

“Mine.” He bared his teeth, opening his mouth and exposing ever-lengthening fangs. “
Mine.
”

She trembled. Not in fear—maybe a little fear—but there was a whole lotta desire pumping through her veins.

“Yours,” she whispered. All his.

That had his bear pushing farther forward, stretching his skin. His shoulders seemed to expand.

“Kira,” he rumbled her name. “Need, Kira.”

“C’mon, Isaac.” She wiggled, encouraging him to lower her to the ground. Then she carefully eased away, slowly backing and putting space between them. “C’mon.”

The farther she got, the more of him was exposed. The dark fur on his chest turned the tanned flesh brown. She followed the line of hair down his body, tracing the fur’s path until she got to the juncture of his thighs. Big or small, short or long?

She almost snorted. She’d never heard of a shifter being small
or
short in that department. The males were built like Greek gods with cocks to match. Why would a woman voluntarily get with a furball unless there were perks?

His trim hips would fit snugly between her thighs. Mmm… Thighs. His were nice and thick, coated in muscles that he’d use as he thrust into her. Her pussy ached in anticipation, warming and heating with desire.

Yes, he’d fill her, take her, and then mate her. If she were lucky, it’d be all at once.

Kira continued easing away from him, slowly making her way toward where they emerged from the forest. There had to be some sort of path there. Maybe by the time she got there, he’d shift bac—

With a squeak, she tumbled, arms flailing (damn, she did a lot of that) and she tipped backwards. Isaac rushed to her, arms outstretched as if to halt her fall, but it was a tree that saved her from another sprawling flop.

“
Kira
.” He snarled her name, but not in a sexy-times kind of way. No, it was more of a yell than anything.

Yells were not sexy at
all
.

Then he was there, his body aligned with hers from head to toe and his warmth surrounded her. It crept into her, rekindling her doused desire. The near fall sent her need flying, but now, with his slightly-furry skin against hers, she was ready to pick up where they’d left off-ish.

Kira didn’t want to mate in the middle of God’s nowhere, but making out just a little was okay. Maybe a kiss, or five, before they were once again locked in his classic car.

“I’m okay.” She had his attention, now she just needed to keep it. “Stop worrying and kiss me for a minute.”

He sneered, hands stroking her, fingers petting her body as if he were searching for any injuries. Distraction seemed like a good idea. For him, not her. She was already thinking of something other than the hard, rough bark at her back.

Particularly the thick hardness pressed against her hip. It was long and big, and she figured it’d probably fill her oh so well.

She couldn’t wait to find out. But first, distraction.

“I’m fine, Isaac.” She petted his chest. “Just kiss me and then you can take me home and we’ll mate.”

Another growl, one that ended when his lips met hers in a passionate meeting of mouths. He dominated her, shoving his tongue forward and stroking her. She licked and tasted in return, savoring each tasty morsel that he relinquished. Teeth nibbled and tugged before he delved back into their kiss once again. It quickly went for simmering passion to roaring heat and desperate need.

Need. Yes, need. She needed him to touch her, fill her, possess and claim her.

Her pussy heated further, clenching in time with his suckles and strokes. She knew her panties were growing damper by the second, her body preparing for him. Her mole chittered and chatted, excited about finally claiming the male that belonged to them.

Isaac released her mouth, but didn’t cease his kisses and caresses. No, he simply changed location. He traveled over her cheek and then down to her neck, nudging her until she tilted her head to the side to grant him better access. He licked and lapped her skin, as if he couldn’t get enough of her flavors.

“S’good.” His hands roamed her body, lips and fangs doing delicious things to her skin while he stroked her, sending her need spiraling higher.

He flexed his hips and she rocked hers in return, reveling in the shudder that wracked his body.

Yes. She did that. Kira Kolanowski had big, bad Isaac Abrams trembling and snarling.

Go team Kira!

Those large hands reached around and cupped her ass, squeezing the globes and pulling her firmly against him. He lifted her ever so slightly, fully aligning their bodies, and she quaked with the new sensations.

“Isaac,” she gasped.

He rumbled in response, rocking his hips against her once more. He pressed his face to her neck, chest expanding when he breathed and then he released the air with a deep growl. “Y’smell so damn good, Kira.” He licked her skin. “Need you.”

“Yes.” Screw it. Bark burn was worth whatever Isaac had in mind.

It was as if her single word released the floodgates of his passion. His hands stroked and touched her everywhere. His touch brought every nerve flaring to life, her body aching for more of him with each breath.

They both panted, fighting for air as they continued their caresses.

His hands slid beneath her top, gliding over her, his rough calluses scratching and scraping her skin. The delicious sensations had her moaning for more, and he gave it.

More touching. More stroking. More kisses. More… nakedness?

Somewhere between sucking on her neck and cupping her breasts, Isaac managed to unsnap her shorts and nudge the material until they pooled around her ankles.

The man was a drug and she was addicted.

She also wanted whatever he had going on downtown. His lips left her neck, traveling lower and tracing the upper curve of her breasts before they disappeared altogether.

Kira whimpered, aching for his mouth, but he was gone. Gone down and down and… on his knees before her. Oh, that was a pretty, blurry sight.

“Isaac?” The ground was rocky. Wasn’t that why they weren’t getting horizontal? “The rocks…”

“Hush and lift your foot.”

“Naked times are indoor times and…” She didn’t really want to finish her thought since once she stepped out of her shorts, he tugged on her panties next. Then that traitorous scrap of cloth was gone, leaving her bare from the waist down.

Bare with a bear kneeling between her legs.

She would have snorted if he hadn’t chosen that moment to lean forward and bury his nose between her thighs.

Then she didn’t give a damn if she scared the birds with her cries. Not when his tongue snaked out and lapped at her slit. Or when he parted the folds and licked her swollen clit. Definitely not when he sucked on the bundle of nerves.

Kira reached down and sifted her fingers through his hair, fisting the strands as he continued to pleasure her. He kneaded and gripped her hips, pulling her tighter against his mouth and she didn’t have the energy to fight. Not when he did that thing with his tongue. And
oh
, that thing too… And could tongues really
do
that?

Apparently, because Isaac did. He did it once, twice, and then again.

Then his fingers filled her, two pushing deep into her heat, giving her a hint of a stretch while it also consumed her with pleasure. The gentle thrust of his digits was joined by the soft suckle of her clit, and Kira found herself merely riding the surge of bliss. She let him do as he desired, gifting her with wave after wave of joy.

He stroked her sheath, flicked and teased her clit, all the while growling and rumbling. The vibrations added to the pleasure until she felt as if she’d burst from the sensations.

She trembled and shook, overwhelmed by his attentions, but she refused to let him stop. Hell no, he better not stop. She’d go feral mole on him if he even hinted at slowing.

Kira tested his hold, experimentally rocking her hips and that earned her a snarl in response. Not one of those “don’t fucking move” sounds. It was more along the lines of “do it again.”

So she did.

And again.

And again.

Because damn, it felt so fucking good.

She held him steady and took what she needed. She opened herself to him, gently riding his hand as she sought her release. Yes, she’d come soon, body responding to his attentions with a final release.

Super, super soon.

Isaac scraped one of his sharpened fangs over her clit, the hint of pain adding to the gathering pleasure and she couldn’t keep her voice contained.

“Isaac!” He did it again, drawing more from her. “Oh, God, Isaac!”

He moaned and continued his torment. Any second now, she’d burst and shatter into a million pieces.

Any… second… now…

His fingers disappeared for hardly a moment and then they were back. Or rather, three were back, stretching and filling her. They touched and stroked, reaching and pressing against her nerves. He curled his digits, pressing against that internal bundle of nerves. He rubbed in time with his tongue lapping at her clit and that was all she needed.

Her back arched without conscious thought, body tensing and trembling with the pure pleasure that assaulted her veins. Her pussy clenched and tightened around him, rhythmically milking his invasion. The feelings raced over her nerves, and still he didn’t relent.

No, it went on and on, torturing her from inside out and she wasn’t sure how much more she could take. But Isaac wouldn’t stop, wouldn’t relent in his attentions and she realized she could take a lot.

Muscles no longer responded to her, instead, they simply jerked and twitched at random. Shudders consumed her just as Isaac consumed her. There was no lessening, no pause or easing.

“Isaac,” she whimpered, begging for more and pleading with him to stop at the same time.

Her legs were slowly revolting, deciding they didn’t want to support her pleasure-drenched ass any longer. She was about a second from collapsing all over him. While she had no doubt he could support her weight, flopping on top of him in a sated heap was not sexy. At all.

“
Isaac
,” she tried again.

He licked her clit, that tongue torturing her, and eased back. That hand continued pummeling her with the bliss, but it slowly eased toward manageable.

She could breathe. “Oh, shit.” She realized she still panted. “That was…”

“Delicious.”

“I’ll take your wor—” Kira’s voice cracked when his fingers retreated and then pushed into her. “Oh, that’s nice.”

Isaac released a cocky chuckle and she couldn’t even tell him to shut the hell up. Not when he had every right to be proud of himself.

Her world had officially been rocked. She couldn’t wait to actually mate him.

Hell, she’d probably die. Cause of Death: Overwhelming Orgasms.

Here Lies Kira Kolanowski, Beloved Friend, Devoted Mate, Lover of the Big O.

That was perfect.

Slowly he slid his fingers free, and she swallowed her whine. They wouldn’t get to the mating part if they didn’t leave the forest.

Right. She knew that.

Isaac leaned his forehead against her hip, his hands digging into her skin and adding a small sting to the remaining tendrils of pleasure. Her pussy clenched, aching to be filled with more than his fingers, and she wondered when they’d get on to that part of the program.

With the remnants of her release waning, she realized the tree was a little scratchy on her butt. Eh, she could tolerate a little tree burn. It’d be so worth it.

He nuzzled her, rubbing his lightly furred cheek over her heated flesh and it sent another tremble through her. She twitched, involuntarily pushing into his touch. Her body wanted more and Kira admitted the rest of her wanted him, too.

His warm tongue lapped at her, tracing her hipbone before gently suckling her skin as if he couldn’t get enough of her taste. Well, she’d be the same if he let
her
taste
him
.

Now, please.

“Isaac?” She sifted her fingers through his hair, enjoying the short brown strands tickling her palm.

“Hmm?”

She tugged on his locks. “Isaac?”

He nibbled her hip. “Hmm?”

There had better be more to this program.

“I want to finish. Do you want to finish? I mean, only if you want to. I…”

She was such a walking, talking, half-blind baby. A big one. Huge even.

Isaac lifted his head, midnight gaze clashing with hers. “Oh, I do.” He shook his head. “Just not here. God, I want to claim you, but not against a tree or on rock-strewn ground. You deserve a bed.”