What a Bear Needs (The Wild Side) (15 page)

She cleared her throat, attempting to ignore the way he flicked at her earlobe with the tip of his tongue. “Work…I was going to work.”

Lodge activities were set to start in about an hour and she needed to make herself as decent as humanly possible. Not an easy feat when you spent the majority of your night
being pinned to things and fucked until you had to question if it were healthy at all for your outer thighs to go numb during an orgasm.

After Cree’s refusal to shift, Maddox hadn’t brought it up again. They’d
fallen into bed, limbs tangling around one another. It had quite possibly been that specific moment in time where a woman knows she is unequivocally—inarguably—in love. Maddox’s patience and his kindness, his easy demeanor and ability to make her laugh without much effort were wonderful qualities. However, what stopped her heart was the simple way he’d looked at her as they’d drifted off and said,
“No pressure or anything but if you attempt to leave me, I’ll probably level all of Wilder territory, wherever you ran off too and anything in between, kay?”

The steely glint in his eyes and how he’d reached over to push her hair back pretty much signed over all her emotional baggage to him; he owned it. Loving anyone else the way she loved him was unfeasible because there would 
never 
be anyone else like Maddox Malisle McKenna. There would never
 
be another man who could shorten her breath with his jokes just before making it choppy by curling his tongue over her clit. There would never
 
be another man who could make her want to break his nose just before inspiring her to coil into his chest and stay there. There would 
never 
be another man who could provoke her into a fight right before she found herself spilling all of her inner most thoughts. Her grizzly was, in fact, irreplaceable. Reservations, fear, and hesitation be damned, Cree was choosing to live in the moment. She had no idea what tomorrow would bring but if it meant having this pretty, insane bastard by her side, she’d run at it headlong.

Maddox’s growl vibrated against her nape and Cree trembled. “Stay in bed with me,” he whispered. “Let one of the others handle it.”

She shook her head. “Can’t. No one else knows the activity sheet the way I do and—sweet God…” Her head fell forward as she moved against the hand between her legs. He curled the two digits that he’d slid inside her pussy and made a come hither motion. “This,” she panted. “Is 
extremely 
unproductive.”

“Is it?” he queried casually. “Feels as though it’ll produce a multitude of things; one of them being an orgasm of epic proportions.”

Cree gripped his wrist and wasn’t sure if she wanted to keep his hand there or pull it away. There were levels to physical intimacy—
oh this feels nice, holy fuck do that again, 
and 
I swear to God I’ll rip off your nose and ears if you stop now. 
It seemed that Maddox had mastered all three and stored up enough knowledge to spill it all over her. At one point he’d done said spilling entirely too close to her hair and she’d had to refrain from bludgeoning him to death. Right now all past sins and offenses were forgotten because she was convinced his hands had been crafted by succubae and wood nymphs.

She buried her face into one of his pillows and bit down, rocking into him. His cockhead prodded just at the crease of her buttocks, tempting her to reach back and stroke him in time with his ministrations. Or at least she would’ve if her hands hadn’t been so busy curling into the sheets, her claws shredding the soft cotton.

“If you only knew how many times I closed my eyes just before bed,”—he encircled her clit—“imagined you bent over for me, face flushed, lips bruised, eyes glowing,”—one hand slid up her torso and encircled her throat, pressing firmly—“taking every inch of my cock almost desperately.”

Her breath caught. “Maddox…”                                                                                       

“My dick would tighten and I’d stroke over it lightly at first, focusing on what your touch would feel like.”

Cree’s heart thudded at the visual.

“I’d run my thumb just over the head and picture your tongue.”

His fingers scissored and a low grunt left her throat.

“I’d fantasize about you running your lips up the underside while watching me.”

She could hear the strain in his voice as her pussy quivered around his digits. Cree was going to come and he’d been right in his prediction because it was going to be 
epic.

Maddox’s voice deepened to a low growl as his hard exhales played around the nape of her neck. “Then I’d squeeze the base just. Like. This.” He released her throat to catch one of her nipples and roll it between his fingertips in a hold that toed the line between pain and hedonistic pleasure. Cree’s orgasm ripped up her spine violently, leaving her shaking as her mouth dropped open. Her lungs felt as though they would burst and her abdomen rippled. A wail left her that she was sure should’ve deafened the grizzly as he calmed his caress.

Thoroughly boneless, she lay still waiting for the purple dots and leprechauns to recede from her vision. That’s when Maddox chose to roll her onto her tummy and run his forefinger from her labia to her rosette. Cree blinked at him over one shoulder, hair falling into her eyes. “Er…excuse me?”

His mouth tipped up on one side, hazel eyes alight with a gleam that should’ve made her nervous. “Yes?” The tip of that digit prodded slightly and her thighs jumped.

“You’re getting entirely too friendly, Snuggles.”

His chuckle was quiet and rough. “Am I?” Their eyes locked as that finger slid deeper, stroked a place that had never been touched. “Because I kind of feel like friends enjoy things like this,”—his lips curled into a devilish grin—“and other friends let them.”

Maddox’s finger twisted and she felt herself sliding along the edges of the oblivion that he so effortlessly brought to the forefront whenever his hands were on her. Her eyes closed. This should’ve seemed dirtier or 
wrong 
in some sense but everything she did with this man somehow felt…perfect
. 
It wasn’t a cheap thrill or executed simply because he wanted to test how far he could push her. No, he genuinely cared about her pleasure, about whatever twisted little fantasies she’d been too afraid to voice with anyone else.

Cree’s encounters with the opposite sex had always been brief and stilted for fear that she’d reveal entirely too much; for fear that she’d lose control. With Maddox she didn’t have that worry. He knew and accepted who and what she was without question. It seemed to spur him on when he bared witness to the absence of her composure. Whether it came in the form of a howl, a roar, a hiss or a chuff, he never stopped; he only put his full focus on what would get her off. It was quite possibly the sexiest thing about him—his attention to minute details that the average, self-absorbed male would miss. He didn’t simply believe that a big dick would be enough for his partner.

Truthfully, he’d made her come more times with his mouth and hands than his cock. And although his assets
 
were more than likely some of the best she’d ever seen, he didn’t think it excused taking the camaraderie out of the moment. He understood how to have fun all while making her quake. Like right now. Somehow he’d managed to keep her calm and comfortable while doing something that could very well end in disaster with anyone else.

“Cree?”

“Hmm?” Her eyelids wouldn’t open. If she glanced his way she’d explode into confetti. From the way he laughed, the smarmy son of a bitch knew it.

He pulled back from her and left her tummy twisted in knots. She listened as he rummaged around in the nightstand drawer a foot away from the bed.

“I want you,” Maddox hummed over her shoulder, touching his lips to the skin there when he returned.

Weakly, she lifted a hand and waved it. “Not really in the mindset to object, man.”

The kiss he pressed to the dip in her back lit the juncture between her thighs on fire. “I want you 
here.” 
The huge, rugged palms of his hands connected with the flesh of her ass and squeezed with a firmness that set her teeth on edge. His thumbs worked their way up the fold, the right one once again encircling the tight ring of muscles he’d been manipulating just moments before.

Her mouth went dry. He rose above her, caging her in on the sides as he nuzzled her temple. “Can I?”

She couldn’t focus with the way he’d nipped the small space just below her ear, swirling his tongue around it. “Whaaa…?”

The rasp of his chuckle sent a shiver down her spine. “Can I,”—his fingers brushed up against the back of her thigh—“Have you,”—his hand came down on one half of her buttocks—“
here?”

Wait, was that not the plan? Hadn’t this already been discussed and answered? There were too many questions and not enough actions!

“Maddox?”

“Yes?”

“Whatever you’re going to do had better begin within the next thirty seconds or lives will be changed and not for the better. Understood?”

There was a beat of silence. “So is that a yes or…?”

“
Maddox!”

He burst into laughter and nudged her back down onto the softness of the bed. “Quiet yourself, ornery female.”

Cree grumbled under her breath but before she could get vocal about her discontent again, he grasped her hips and positioned her on her knees. Her breathing sped up at the sound of a ripping wrapper and the pop of a small cap. When his fingers returned to her starfish, cool jelly accompanied his tentative touch, steadily warming as he sank his forefinger and then his middle into the passage. His lips found the shell of her ear as his thrusts became short and sharp, causing her to bury her face into the pillow beneath her chin and inch backwards with every connection.

She released her bottom lip as a hissing sound streamed from her throat. Maddox moved her hair from her shoulder and wound it around his free hand, tugging in order to get her to turn her head. The eyes watching her expression now were devoid of laughter and completely ruthless. She caught the glint of his canines as they peeked out in a slight snarl. Then his mouth was on hers, sucking the breath from her lungs as he conquered her lips, his tongue sweeping between them mercilessly.

He bit and pulled, grunting when she whimpered. His hand moved faster, less coordinated. Suddenly he turned it and managed to flick against her clit. The minute long contact was all that Cree needed before she pulled away from his mouth and panted through a climax that left her heart beating unevenly.

 Maddox kissed her again and she felt the fine tremor in his hands as he elevated her waist once more, placing one of them between her legs and the other at her spine. He smoothed his cockhead over her rosette lightly and then nudged. She moved back against him without hesitation while he rotated his hips and pushed in with slow, easy strokes.

His hand vacated the space between her thighs and slid upwards. Thumb skimming over her nipple teasingly, he waited as he fully seated himself, clearly not moving out of fear that he’d cause her discomfort. The new sensation she was currently experiencing wasn’t what was causing her distress; it was the fact that he’d stopped and she needed movement 
now.

Cree rolled her ass against his groin and his forehead dropped to her shoulder as he groaned. What felt like little sparks of electricity danced over her and she pulled up a bit just to sink down on the hard length of him again. She felt claws against her torso and smiled wickedly. Her grizzly was beginning to lose his ease and she intended to take full advantage of that.

He let go of her and chose to put both hands on either side of her waist instead. “Cree…”

His growl made her eyes slam shut momentarily. The gravelly sound of his voice provoked her womb into constricting. She could feel his bear dancing just underneath his skin and she wanted it. She wanted him to shed his calm and that annoying ability to be so fucking coolheaded all the time. Cree wanted all those untamed parts of him and she had no desire to wait all morning. This was why  she did the one thing that she knew would bring it all pouring out—she angled her face towards his, allowed the gaze of one of her beast’s to take over, bit down on her lip and begged, “Maddox, 
please 
fuck me.”

That was all that was needed before a rumble started low in his throat and worked its way up to a full blown roar. His arm came around her torso like a steel band, pulling her into his chest as he reared back and thrust in again. Cree’s nails raked across his forearm. She fervently pumped against the punches of his hips that alternated between gentility and recklessness. Every jolt elicited a different response but each one of them was pleasurable.

His teeth found her shoulder and gripped. He didn’t pierce the skin but she felt the strength in the dominant gesture none the less. She undulated and he bit down harder, growling. Her pussy clenched, pleading to be touched. Cree ran her hand over her midsection and buried two digits into her waiting core, drumming along with the rhythm of Maddox’s jabs. 

Her moans started off quietly and then slowly transformed into screams that hit the walls and most assuredly spread outwards, leaving the cabin and reaching anyone within a five mile radius. Maddox flattened her against the bed, fisting her hair and putting his canines to her throat. He scraped them lightly over her jugular and Cree lost it.

“
Yes
,” she cried, shuddering as she came.

 Maddox gasped and then his voice thundered again.  He speared her with his cock several more times as the spasms in her core came to a halt, freeing her from the sweet agony that he’d manifested.

They collapsed, mutually wheezing.

The moment he caught his breath, Maddox softly withdrew and rolled over to the side of Cree. “Still uh…still wanna go into work?”

She waved a hand and muttered, “Quiet yourself. I need sleep.”

He chuffed. “I feel like I’ve just been used for your amusement.”