Rough (The Bear Chronicles of Willow Creek Book 1) (8 page)

“I’m ready.” She moans out, wiggling in my lap.  “Please, get inside me.  I need you so bad Ethan.”

Going to my knees, I settle her on the soft grass beside us.  “Normally, I would give you anything you want, Amelia.  But with this being your first time, I need to make sure it’s good for you.”  Grabbing her hand, I pull her up enough so that she can reach out and wrap her tiny fingers around my erection.  Holding onto her hand, I guide it up and down my rock hard shaft, giving her just a taste of what I like. 

Leaning forward, I place my mouth against her ear as I slide my tongue along the shell of it, “You feel that, baby?  You feel how hard and thick you make me?”  A whimper escapes her as she nods yes.  “This is why I need to make sure you’re ready for me, darlin’.  I don’t want to hurt you and I know just how tight your greedy little pussy is.”

Slowly loosening her tight grasp from my cock, I lay her down on the soft forest floor.  Sliding my body overtop of hers, I begin to kiss and lick down the side of her neck as my other hand slides up her stomach.  Her skin is so damn soft it’s like silk, and in this moment I can’t imagine going even a day without being able to touch her, feel her.

Cupping her breast in my hand, I gently begin rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger before I continue my torturous path down her neck and use my mouth to tease the other tight peak.  Rolling my tongue around her nipple, I release her breast from my eager hand and slide it back down her body, exploring every patch of skin I can reach until I feel the tiny patch of curls just above her pussy.  Using my teeth, I begin to gently bite at the nipple still in my mouth, causing her to thrust her hips up in anticipation.  Before she has the chance to lower her hips, I move my hand a little further down and gently begin circling her sensitive clit.  I’ve barely finished circling her clit twice, when she shatters below me in orgasm, screaming my name as she comes.

Releasing her breast, I move back up her body so that I can swallow her cries of pleasure with my mouth. I continue to lightly stroke her as she comes down from her orgasmic high.

Removing my hand, I crawl between her knees, and hover over her hungry body taking a second to gaze down at her in awe.  If I thought she was gorgeous before, that was nothing compared to how she looks right now.  The flush that spreads over her chest and neck from her orgasm, leaves her looking even more radiant than before. 

No longer able to wait even a moment more, I slide my hands down to her heat and find her soaking wet.  Using my thumb, I run a slow circle over her clit before sinking two fingers into her tight flesh.  Pulling back, I wrap a hand around my cock and run the head through her weeping pussy.  “You’re mine now.  There’s no going back.”

With that, she lifts her hips and allows my cock to slide back and forth across her silky flesh.  Gazing into her eyes, I see the exact moment that she accepts the inevitable. Opening her eyes, she stares directly into mine when she nods, her dark hair fanning out around her head.  “I’m yours.”

Not wanting to wait, she tilts her hips up causing my cock to slip just inside her heat. Still impatient, she pushes herself closer, forcing me deeper. She’s so fuckin’ tight, it feels like my dick is being strangled by warm silk.  A jolt of pain runs up my cock, but it’s still the most pleasurable thing I’ve ever felt. 

Using my arms to hold my weight off of her, I slowly work my cock into her body, taking my time allowing her to adjust to my size.  When I reach her barrier, I stop and look into her eyes.  “Thank you for saving this for me.”

I slide myself in balls deep.  She lets out a small whimper as a tear slides down her cheek.  Leaning my head down, I lick it off of her.  “Always mine.  You will always be mine Amelia.

My entire life, I always wondered if there really was such a thing as heaven, and if there was would I be welcome there.  Turns out there is such a thing I am more than welcome there.  My heaven just happens to be inside my wife’s body.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Amelia

ETHAN LEADS
me back into the house, but I stop him just before we walk inside.  “You don’t have any clothes on.”

His eyes come to mine and I swear I can see laughter in them.  “No, darlin’. I don’t.”

Placing my hands on my hips, I step in front to the door. “Are there women in there?”

“Yes, there are.” He answers with a nod of his head, the confusion evident on his face.

For some reason, anger as I’ve never felt before fills me.  “You will not go in there, until you put some clothes on.”

Stepping back, he shakes his head.  “That’s gonna be a problem, considering all my clothes are inside the house.”

“There are women in there. You’re mine, and no other woman will see you like this.” Considering I just met the man, my claim is weak.  Still, he is my husband and I’ll be damned if some other woman is going to see him in all his naked glory. 

A slow smile spreads across his face, before he nods.  “I kinda like you claiming me, darlin’.”

“You are my husband, it’s not about that.” I reply, feeling my anger starting to fade. 

He takes a step toward me and lowers his lips to mine.  “I’m also your mate, it’s natural for you to feel the need to claim me.”

Before I can ask him what exactly being a mate means, and what on earth all of this claiming nonsense is, he steps around me and cracks the door open.  “Eli, bring me some damn pants will ya?”

Pulling in a deep breath, I let it out slowly.  “Thank you for being so understanding.”

He raises a hand to my face, tracing my lips with his thumb.  “I like the fact you are possessive of me.  It shows that our bond is already forming.  Besides you never have to thank me for something like this.  The minute you became my mate, my wife, and my lover, it became my life's mission to make you happy.  I never want to be the one causing you discomfort or pain, so I should be thanking you for giving me the chance to take care of something that would have been upsetting to you.”

“What do you mean?  I don’t even understand what a mate is, not to mention a bond and all the other stuff you just said.”

“I’ll explain, as soon as I get everyone out of here,” he says, leaning down to give me another kiss.  “I’ll explain everything, promise.”

Nodding my head, I continue to just stare deep into his gorgeous eyes.  As the light sparkles off of them, I notice a gorgeous sunflower pattern in a pale amber shade circling his irises.  Looking into them, it is clear to me now how present his bear is in his eyes.  Instead of finding this strange, I just find that I feel at peace knowing his animal is so close.   If I’m to be completely honest with myself, this is the first time since my parents died, I have truly felt safe.  Gazing into his eyes, there isn’t a doubt in my mind that Ethan the man, and Ethan the bear would go to any length to protect me.

The power behind his gaze causes my body to begin to heat up in a mixture of lust and something akin to love.  Again, the fact that I could possibly love someone that I just met should be enough to have me running off screaming like a lunatic.  Instead, I just feel at peace with the idea and for once in my life I don’t want to question things.  Whatever this is feels more right than anything I’ve ever had, and I’ll be damned if my insecurities are going to screw this up.

Before I can dig any deeper into my thoughts and emotions, the door flies open and an angry man thrusts a pair of jeans into Ethan’s chest.  “Hurry up will you.  We’re all waiting for y'all in here.”

Grabbing the pants, Ethan begins to slide one long leg at a time into them before pulling them up over his narrow hips and delectable ass. He looks me and motions to the man that brought him pants.  “This is my cousin, Eli.”

I meet Eli’s eyes and nearly let gasp out, when I see the fury in the them.  “Hello.”

He doesn’t respond just looks at Ethan and says, “Hurry up.”

“Everyone needs to leave Eli,” Ethan states.  “My mate and I need time to be alone and talk through some things.  We can all get together another time.”

Looking towards Eli, I immediately take a step back at the look of hatred in his eyes.  From the look of disgust plainly written on his face, I won’t have to worry about spending any one-on-one time bonding with my new cousin-in-law.

“Are you fucking kidding me Ethan?  You drag all of out here for this scam of a wedding and then you don’t even let us stay and party, you just kick us out?”

Stepping forward, Ethan comes chest to chest with his cousin, a low rumble works its way out of his chest.  “Don’t you fucking start, Eli.  If I want to be alone with my mate, I have that right.  Save the bullshit for some other damn time.”

Shaking his head, Eli spins around and storms back into the house.  Immediately he begins barking out orders to the rest of the guests.  “Alright everyone, party's over.  The all mighty leader wants us all to leave so that he can “bond” with his mate, so let’s go.”

Hearing him talk to everyone like that about his own cousin causes my jaw to drop open in astonishment.  My sister may drive me up the wall sometimes, but I would never dare talk to her like that.  Turning to look at Ethan, I see him scowling at the back of Eli’s head.  Sliding my hand into his, I give it a gentle squeeze.  Looking down at me, he just shakes his head clearly exasperated.

Regardless of how rude Eli’s announcement was, everyone quietly begins packing up and heading out.  Many stop as they go, and give us their best wishes.  Some even stop and offer a hug or a pat on the back.

By the time everyone is out the door, all I really feel like doing is going to bed and sleeping for the next week.  It’s as if all of the commotion in the past few hours suddenly hit me like a ton of bricks, and I’m left completely and utterly exhausted.

Ethan, suddenly turns towards me and scoops me up into his arms as he begins to climb the stairs to the upper level.  “Alright darlin’, I can pretty much smell the exhaustion on you, so how about we go and have a bath together while we talk some of this out, and after you’re rested up I can give you a tour of your new home?”

Turning my head, I nuzzle into the side of his neck and take a second to just breathe him in, sighing. “That sounds perfect to me.”

Chuckling, he turns and places a kiss on my forehead as he continues on down the long hallway.  “Did you just smell me?  Maybe you’re more bear than even you know?”

“Nope no bear here, sorry to disappoint you dear husband.  I was just taking a moment to enjoy how good you smell. Nothing more than a woman appreciating a man, I swear.”

Something that I assume is a happy sound begins to rumble in his chest, vibrating the side of my face.  “That’s good babe, I like the way you smell too.  You smell even better now that my scent is all over you.”

Shaking my head at him, I continue to relax in his arms as he walks into the most stunning bathroom I have ever seen.  The tiles are a gorgeous dark slate grey, covering the floors and parts of the walls.  The darkness of the tiles is made to look even sharper with the splashes of white scattered throughout the room.  The overall feel, is one of wealth and luxury, and the fact that this is now my bathroom too, is something that leaves me completely speechless.

Sitting me on the vanity, Ethan places a tender kiss on my lips, before walking over to the massive tub and turning on the water.  When he’s satisfied with the temperature, he stands and adds a bit of what I’m assuming is some kind of scented oil.  Immediately the room begins to smell like a mixture of vanilla and sandalwood and leaves me feeling even more relaxed. 

Walking over to me, the desire covering his face, is something that sucks the air right out of my lungs.  Never in my life have I had anyone look at me with anything even remotely close to desire, and the feeling it gives me to see this look on Ethan’s face is something that I can’t quite describe.

Stopping in front of me, he slowly bends down and slips my sandals from my feet before sliding his rough callused hands up my legs.  His hands leave my legs and before I know it, I’m being hoisted off the counter and am standing before him.  Grabbing the hem of my dress, he pulls it over my head is one fluent movement, before quickly removing my panties and bra.

Leading me over to the tub, he holds onto my hand as I step over the edge and sink into the deliciously warm water.  Turning to face Ethan, I take a moment to appreciate his masculinity as he slides his jeans down his thick thighs. 

Without giving me time to truly appreciate his raw beauty, he walks over to the tub and steps in, sliding behind me, and pulling me so that my back is nestled against his solid chest.

Inhaling deeply, he seems to take a second to collect his thoughts before he beings to speak.  “So I’m thinking that the best way to do this, is for me to explain as much as I can while you listen, and then when I’m done you can ask me any questions you have.  Sound good to you, darlin’?”

“Sure.  I think I can handle that,” I say.

“Well to start things off, I’m just going to say that there is no one exact story that explains how shifters came to be.   There are tons of different tales that explain it in different ways; everything from a curse to someone being bitten and infected by a virus.  Because of that, I can’t really give you a lot of information regarding our history and background.

You see, with shifters depending on the kind of animal you are, you may be a social person or a person who prefers space and privacy.  Due to the mixture of these traits, many of the different breeds didn’t have anyone to keep up with the history of any one particular line.  As the years have gone by the stories have morphed into what most of us believe to just be simple folklore. 

The important things for you to know will revolve around me and my family.  Sure there’s a lot of different kinds of shifters living in this community, but it will take you ages to learn all of their different traits and personalities.  Seeing as you're stuck married to a bear, I’m thinking we should stick with that information.”

Nodding my head, I give him my silent agreement, not wanting to say anything for fear of getting him off topic.