Taming the Bear Collection (13 page)

      
"I know," she said, not breaking his stare. "I've had this feeling for the last few months. This gnawing inside of me demanding something more. For the longest time I thought it was the fact that I was an adult and unmated. I thought my wolf side was begging me to have pups and settle down. Now I realize it wasn't that at all. My wolf side was looking for an escape, looking for someone to help it escape."

      
"Nobody wants you to become feral. Your wolf doesn't even want that. Feral werewolves are the stuff nightmares are made out of—it's where all the old legends came from. You just need to find a balance. Give in every now and then."

      
"Give in to what?"

      
"To your urges and desires. Don't chain yourself up."

      
Rain smiled and leaned forward towards Beorn. He wasn't sure what to expect, but the feeling he got when their lips met was one that blew him away. It was like he was opening his eyes for the first time, seeing the world in a whole new way. This wasn't the lustful, sex-charged attack she had delivered the night before. This was pure, honest and full of care. He returned the kiss, trying to give her just the right amount of pressure without becoming overzealous. Neither of their tongues left their mouths; instead, their lips stayed connected and their eyes stayed closed, locking them in a moment in time that Beorn would never forget.

      
Rain pulled away, her eyes half-closed in almost dreamlike euphoria. She smiled and licked her lips as Beorn tried to catch his breath.

      
"For such a big, rough guy, you have such soft lips," she purred.

      
"I'm not sure what one would do to get hard lips," he replied.

      
"I thought your beard would be scratchy, but it's not."

      
"I make sure it's soft," he said, laughing. "I have a care routine."

      
"So, where to?" she asked.

      
"We'll go up this road to the secret parking lot, and then we'll go to my cabin."

      
"What else?" she asked.

      
Beorn could feel their sexual tension energizing the entire vehicle, driving him nearly insane. It was almost like the walls of the truck were bleeding with desire and a need for fulfillment. He wanted to introduce Rain to her wolf, introduce her to the wild before moving on to anything else. It would make the entire experience that much more satisfying. It was why she had never enjoyed sex before; all of her wild energy was repressed. But looking at the sex kitten who sat beside him made him realize that would be a very difficult task. It would be next to impossible to avoid throwing her to the ground and having his way with her once they arrived at his cabin. He knew she'd be completely up for it and she'd enjoy it, but not like she would if she just connected her two halves. Beorn was excited; this would be a night he wouldn't soon forget.

      
Usually when Rain pleasured herself, it kept her satisfied for days at a time. But all the satisfaction she'd had from her earlier car-shaking orgasm had vanished. It was replaced by strong yearning. It was like she was starving and hadn't had the nourishment of food in weeks. The desire was gnawing at her, making her shaky and weak. She could barely concentrate on the road ahead; all she wanted was to jump on Beorn, ripping and tearing at his clothes. No man could have this much power over a woman, no man could be this incredibly sexy.

      
"I have to have you," Rain said.

      
Beorn glanced over at her, a quizzical look on his face—obviously, he hadn't heard what she said. It had come from her thoughts at a normal tone but had escaped her lips as a barely audible whisper.

      
"I have to have you," she said again, this time louder.

      
Beorn smiled at her and winked. "In due time."

      
"You don't understand," she said, putting her hand between her legs and squeezing with everything she had. "I need it."

      
"You'll get it," he promised, looking a little worried.

      
"Pull over," she ordered.

      
"No."

      
"Pull over, goddammit," she ordered again. "I can't go on anymore."

      
"Rain," he said, putting up a hand to calm her. She immediately grabbed it and shoved one of his fingers in her mouth. She licked each one, teasing it in and out of her mouth. His fingers were so large, so fat; each one reminded her of a meaty cock. With her tongue she teased up and down each finger before taking the length of it into her mouth.

      
Beorn looked shocked. He swallowed hard, but kept driving. "You'll have it in due time. But it won't be as fun if I don't show you the way. I promise it'll be better once you let me show you."

      
"I know the way," she said, pushing her hand down behind the waistband of her panties. Her fingers immediately found the warm wetness of her throbbing clit. She began to tease it with her fingers, moving them in tight circles. Immediately her fingers got wet and sticky as her body responded to her giving in. Her body wanted this so bad, needed the release.

      
"What are you doing?" he asked. Beads of sweat were beginning to appear on his forehead.

      
"Getting what I want," she purred. Her finger found its way through the folds of her labia to her inviting opening. Two fingers plunged deep into her body, forcing her to arch her back and steady herself with her other hand.

      
"Stop that," Beorn said.

      
Rain pulled her fingers out; both were covered with her hot juice. Beorn opened his mouth to speak again, but Rain wouldn't let him. Instead, she plunged her fingers into his mouth and rotated them all around. He responded by closing his lips and gently sucking from the base of her fingers all the way to the tip.

      
"You taste amazing," he choked out.

      
"I know I do, baby," she said. "Don't you want it all over you? Don't you want to feel how wet I am with your own cock?"

      
"You talk dirty," he said.

      
"I can talk really dirty, baby. I want your giant cock to fuck my tight little pussy as hard as it can. I want to feel your fucking balls slapping against me while you fuck me. Do you like that? Do you like it when I talk like that, baby?"

      
Rain had watched a lot of porn on her laptop computer. She knew that the positions, situations and dialogue were all very fake, but for some reason it always turned her on when the female started going into overtly graphic descriptions of what she wanted done. It appeared that this worked for Beorn too. She could see the fabric of his jeans becoming stressed again as his long shaft demanded to be freed. She wanted to free it for him, so bad.

      
"Please let me," she said, leaning over and unbuttoning the fly on his jeans.

      
"Okay," he said breathlessly. "It should be okay as long as we don't have sex."

      
"You won't need sex after this, baby."

      
Beorn didn't respond; he just kept his eyes on the road ahead and swallowed hard again. She unzipped his pants and then squealed with shock and delight as the thickest, longest cock she had ever seen exploded out at her. She'd always heard rumors that bigger guys were smaller, but Beorn completely defeated that idea. It was so big, much bigger than what she thought would fit into her.

      
It looked so angry. The head was turning red, demanding release, while the veins on the side throbbed with intensity. It was so thick, like a log between his legs. Could she even fit it all in her mouth? Would it tear her when he put it inside of her? She had a lean, petite body; she wasn't built for a pounding like the bigger girls.

      
She started by teasing it, flicking her tongue across the head. A bit of pre-come had begun to ooze out of his slit, like tasty dewdrops falling off a plant in the morning. Rain happily lapped them up, loving the taste of her man as she swallowed each salty drop.

      
Beorn gripped the steering wheel harder, tensing his body up as she continued her onslaught. She began to run her tongue from the tip all the way to the base, feeling it bump over the angry veins that strained against his cock's paper-thin skin. He groaned as she reached the base and her saliva contacted his swollen balls.

      
"You like that?" she whispered.

      
She went into full-on attack mode, taking the taut skin of his balls into her mouth and sucking for all she was worth. Her lips closed around them as she took a piece of skin into her mouth and began to suck. Beorn growled and moved one hand down to the back of her head, balling up a fistful of her hair.

      
He was so rough, so forceful; she loved it. She pulled away from his balls, taking half of his monster staff into her mouth. Her lips formed around it, like a stick she was trying to carry in her mouth. With delicate ease she ran her lips up the side of his cock, darting her tongue in and out as she went. Beorn continued to growl and hold her hair tight.

      
When she reached the top she looked up at him with a smile before plunging his head into her mouth. It was too big to take all of, but she was going to try. She could already feel her gag reflex acting up as she plunged more and more of his pleasure rod into her mouth. She was only halfway down and she could already feel the head poking at the back of her throat. She wanted to bury him to the hilt in her mouth, to let her lips dance on his balls while he filled her all the way down her throat, but it wasn't possible.

      
She could feel tears starting to sting her eyes as she tried, and finally she began to pull off. His cock was wet and sticky from her mouth as she slid it out. She took a deep breath and again plunged it into her throat. But this time Beorn was going to help. He was able to take all of her head into his hand. With ease he began to bob her head up and down on his cock, forcing her to suck it at a rapid pace.

      
Her gag reflex began to act up again and she started to choke, but Beorn wasn't letting up. He continued to force her mouth to fuck his hard penis. He groaned and growled, enjoying the pleasure her mouth was able to give him.

      
She felt the veins bulge and the skin tighten inside her mouth as he groaned and thrust his hips forward. The truck went over a hard bump, like it had gone off the road, but it quickly corrected. At the same time she felt a salty explosion in her mouth, one that came with such force she felt it slam against the back of her throat.

      
"Oh fuck yes," he moaned as he released all of his pent-up sexual repression into Rain's mouth. She continued to suck, enjoying it fully. Finally she pulled away, trying to see through the stinging tears in her eyes.

      
"Why did you take control like that?" she asked.

      
"I'm always in control," he said, giving her a look that would kill a lesser person.

      
"Is that so?"

      
"It is."

      
Rain smiled. She had told Eva she would need a man who could be tamed and she'd found the wildest one possible. Her body was his; he could do what he pleased with it.

      
Beorn parked the truck and looked down. His cock hung limply to the side, waiting to be put away. The events of the last couple of minutes still shocked him; he had given in and let her do something to him that he hadn't planned on doing until much later. She was very good at what she was doing, but he needed something rougher than what she was giving.

      
She seemed to enjoy his forcefulness and the way he took control, something he would make a mental note of. Beorn had never given himself completely to anyone in bed; he was always in control, and this experience had turned out no different.

      
After he had parked the truck, he stepped out and stood on solid ground, closing his eyes and listening to the sounds of the forest around him. The soothing sounds always calmed in, always allowed him to find his center. That was why he would never live in the city; there were too many sounds, too many smells, and not enough calm.

      
In the distance a bird chirped. Close by he heard a tiny woodland creature beating its way through the underbrush, crunching dried leaves as it went. This was heaven; this was where he was meant to be.

      
His serene escape was interrupted by the sound of the truck door slamming behind him. He spun around to see the other calming influence in his life, the drop-dead gorgeous beauty known as Rain, walking around the truck.

      
"Do you need my help carrying anything?" she asked.

      
"No," he said, then walked over and pulled the tarp back. He dropped two huge duffle bags on the ground and began to fill them up with the smaller supplies. After they were full he opened the back door and pulled out another duffel bag, then filled it up completely. Combined, the bags probably weighed around five hundred pounds, but that didn't bother Beorn. He easily hoisted them onto his shoulder and pointed at the path leading from the parking lot into the dark forest. "Follow me."

      
Rain stepped in behind him as they entered the hills, her eyes going between his bulging, straining biceps and the veins popping on his neck.

      
"Yes?" he finally asked.