Bear Lake- Book Four (7 page)

She
knew that if he didn’t have it already, he soon would. He growled against her
flesh, long and hard, and even that vibration rolled through her.

His
hands were pushing at the fabric over her hips. More skin against skin for her
to revel in as she squirmed against his body, letting him free her from the
confines of her clothes. He used his feet to yank the material away from her
legs and she straddle his hips, bringing that press of his cock against the
moistness of her panties…

She
rocked back and forth down his length and heard a tortured groan rumble in his
throat. His teeth tugged at the sensitive nipple and her head went back as she
arched her back…

“Fuck…”
She practically growled the word and his bear responded to that sound.

His
hands ripped the last barrier from her sex and she was free to feel the satin
of his cock against her wet folds. It felt like hot fucking heaven to her and
she moaned freely, uncaring if she sounded desperate or not.

She was
desperate. Her body had fired up with a deep heat that had swept through her
like wildfire. Her inner muscles were clenching around nothing at all, and she
needed to feel him inside of her, stretching her around his hard, thick length…

“Marcus…”
She sounded breathy and desperate to her own damn ears; she just hoped he was
picking up on it…

A
moment later Janice felt his fingers roll over her hip and between her legs.
She gasped at the intimate touch as he fingered her wet silken skin.

There
was a low, hard growl as he suckled hard and fast around her tortured nipple…
and then he pushed one thick digit up inside of her as the pad of his thumb
caught her clit and she pushed her hips downwards, taking him as deep inside
her as she could get him and clenching her muscles hard around that finger to
keep him inside.

She
cursed again. Her hands walked up the headboard and her fingers curled against
the wooden rung at the top. His finger spun against the silken inner walls of
her body and she tossed her head back and savoured the feel of it. 

He
growled again. Impatience took a hold of him and he slipped that finger out of
her and lifted her up his body as he pushed down in the bed. Her knees came
down on either side of his head and he couldn’t hold back from his deepest
desire to taste her essence on his tongue.

He
pushed it inside her quivering channel, rubbed the tip of his nose against her
clit as he swirled within and tasted her juices…

Fuck,
but she was fine. Her scent, her taste sent him almost wild. His balls
tightened and his cock twitched as if it was being electrocuted.

Mine.

He
heard her gasp and feasted on her. He felt the hard press of her inner thighs
on either side of his head and devoured her with abandon.

His
arms locked around her hips and he didn’t give a shit about breathing as he
fucked her with his tongue until she cried out with that first orgasm that made
her inner muscles ripple and flutter against his tongue, and her juices flowed
down his throat…

He felt
her upper body sag. Felt her inner thighs loose the pressure against his head,
but he didn’t stop taking the taste of her, his tongue coming out to run up and
down her folds, getting her good and wet, before she started to come back to
him, and he feasted all over again…

He
heard her cussing and cursing him. Felt her try to pull away from his hold as
the intensity of what he was doing to her sent her towards insanity, but he
didn’t release her, didn’t let her get away from him, didn’t give her a moment
of relief as he took her right back over the edge once more until she had a
death grip on the head board and her thighs against his damn head as the second
orgasm took her harder…

“Fuck…
fuck… fuck…” She bit out over and again as that orgasm rumbled on.

He
couldn’t hold back the chuckled growl that rumbled through him, through her
sex, making the torture even sweeter for her until she was all but done. Her
body twitching as the aftershocks went through her.

He
released her hips and lowered her back down his body. He swiped her juices away
from his mouth with the back of his hand, but he knew her taste was still on
his tongue. He palmed her face and lifted her head…

“Taste
what I did to you, taste yourself, baby…” He growled against her lips before he
swiped his tongue into her mouth and she caught the taste of herself.

It was
a turn on like she could never have imagine. His tongue tasted of him and her
and mixed together it was potent.

She
squirmed against the hard press of his cock against her folds once more;
rubbing herself like a needy cat over his flesh and enjoying every tortured
second of it against her sensitive nerves…

She
wanted to taste his flesh on her tongue. Add his essence to the mixture and see
just how damned good he tasted. She pulled away from his kiss and stared at
him, eye to eye as she retreated down his hard body.

Marcus
hadn’t planned on this, but watching her back away from him towards his cock
was somehow the most riveting and erotic thing that he had ever known.

Her
pink tongue came out and she licked against his skin, like a damn cat that got
the cream. He growled when her blunt teeth nipped the hard ridge of the muscle
over his hip, the one that pointed downwards to where his cock sat…

Fuck,
but his balls were aching and his cock was twitching like he was a teen again.

She
kept her eyes on him, watching his as she licked over the hard taut skin of his
belly and encountered his cock. He stole a breath as she moved her body down
and placed the flat of her tongue against his balls, swiping upwards to the bulbous
crown…

Shit,
but he thought his head was going to explode. Maybe both of them, the little
one and the big one. She licked him like he was a damned lollipop, her
favourite flavour, and then she closed her lips around the crown and teased the
sensitive ridge with her tongue as she sucked her cheeks in around him…

“Oh
fuck…” Marcus growled. He’d never seen anything so damn erotic in his life.
He’d never felt anything so damn good in his life. He’d had his cock sucked a
lot, and yet it never felt like this before…

Her
eyes smiled up at him as she slowly pushed down, inch by inch taking him deeper
into her mouth, stuffing her cheeks with his meat and sucking harder than a
woman should have been able to around his thick length. He felt the tip of his
cock stab the back of her throat and he growled as she swallowed against it…

“Fuck,
Doc…” He growled harder as his hand automatically came up to fist her hair, she
was still pushing down, taking him down her throat until she couldn’t get any
more of his shaft inside of her mouth…

He was
mesmerised. Held frozen in place as she pulled up, gasped around his cock and
pressed back down again. He pushed his head back into the pillow, but he
couldn’t drag his eyes away from the sight of her eating so much of him, of the
feel of her muscles contracting around his girth, protesting his presence, but
she kept on doing it, over and over until he felt that pressure in his balls
about to release…

“No
fucking way am I gonna waste it down that beautiful throat of yours…” He
growled out. Suddenly forced into action as he reached out, hooked her under
the arms, and yanked her away from his cock with a wet pop…

She
gasped in several breaths as he wrenched her body up his. He was done playing,
now he wanted inside of her. He flipped her over onto her back and was up on
his knees between her legs in no time at all.

His
hands slapped down on her inner thighs and he opened her for his gaze. Wet and
beckoning his cock to enter her; he fisted his length that was coated with her
saliva, and moved his hips in.

He
heard her wanton gasp as he positioned the crown of his cock against her
channel, felt her rim clench against the very tip, looking for him, and he
pushed just the crown into her, opening the sensitive entrance and reminding
himself that he couldn’t thrust to the damn hilt just yet…

“Marcus…”
His name sounded good on her lips. Her hips pressed upwards seeking more of him
and he obliged. Inch by inch; he opened her to him, demanded that her body
stretch around his girth as he wasn’t about to fucking back of now…

He got
to the point where her body tried to keep him out, didn’t want to expand any
more, and he leaned over her and brushed his cheek against hers, taking her
scent as he nuzzled between her neck and her shoulder. With blunt teeth he bit
down on her skin…

Her
head lulled to one side in surrender and he felt her inner muscles slowly
loosen. He pushed his hips closer to hers until he filled her to the hilt. It
still didn’t feel close enough, deep enough, and he growled with want, with
desire to claim her…

His
bear tried to push forward. For one moment he felt the fangs start to elongate
from his gums and he released his teeth from her skin and pushed the damn bear
back inside of its cage with everything that he had…

“Fuck,
Marcus, move, please, move your cock…” She begged, and he locked onto her
needs, pushing the bear away and pulling back his hips as she made the sweetest
sounds he’d ever heard…

“I got
you, baby. You need my cock, don’t you?” He growled gently against her ear.

“Yes…”
He pushed back to the hilt in one go, not stopping for anything, and savoured
the feel of her inner muscles clamping around his length.

“Fuck,
baby, you’re so damn tight…” He pulled back again and pressed right back in
until his hips were against hers.

He
rolled his cock inside of her and she moaned… her fingernails pressed into the
flesh of his back and he almost roared at the feel of her dragging those nails
down his flesh...

“That’s
gonna send me wild, and I ain’t ready for that yet…” He warned her as he
reached behind him and snatched one hand away, and then the other. Lifting her
arms above her head and pressing her wrists against the bed; holding them there
with one hand…

His
hips kept working against hers. Slowly, he was savouring each long, deep stroke
inside of her. Caging her beneath him like that only made it more potent for
him, for her.

She’d
given up any semblance of control; she wanted him raw and powerful, and that’s
how he felt.

“You
like that baby?” Marcus growled against her lips. “You like me taking you like
this?” He felt her legs move, felt her feet lock around his upper thighs, her
heel brushed against his balls and he almost shot up the damn bed. He thrust in
hard, felt the tip of his cock bang against the opening of her cervix and she
made the sweetest sound…

“Fuck…”
Marcus growled. She liked that… He dragged his hips back and thrust in hard and
as deep as he could get. Her mouth fell open and her back arched as she moaned
in pleasure…

“Again…”
She begged and he obliged. Her eyes practically rolled in her head at the contact,
the friction inside of her, the jab of pain that mixed with the pleasure…

“Marcus…”
She bit down on that jolt to her womb…

“Shit,
baby… you’re gonna take me to hell and back…” He let go of her wrists and
pulled his cock out of her. She mewed in protest, but he was already flipping
her onto her stomach and dragging her back onto her knees.

Her
curvy ass looked damned fine sticking up in the air in front of him like that,
and his eyes locked onto that tight puckered hole as it clenched and released,
like it was looking for some action of its own…

“Fuck…”
He growled at the thought of squeezing his big cock in her most taboo place…
That would happen later if she let him, but right now, her pussy was begging
for his attention.

He
grabbed her hips and slammed his cock back into her. Her back arched, her head
snapped back on her neck and her ass thrust back at him. She cried out at the
pleasure and pain and her hands fisted the sheets.

“Yes…”
She growled again- like a damn she-bear, and he liked that sound. She might
have been all human and yet somewhere in her DNA she might have had a little
shifter in her.

Marcus
wrenched his hips back and went for gold. Thrusting into her limits over and
over again as she welcomed him with clenching muscles and sweet moans.

He
didn’t hold back as he had with other women. His mate could take everything
that he had to offer and her verbal enjoyment and encouragement was more than
enough to keep his skin slapping hard against hers.

He put
his thumb in his mouth and coated it with his spit. Then he rimmed that tight
puckered hole that was crying out for his attention.

He felt
her body tense as he pressed, but she wasn’t complaining so he pushed that
thick digit inside of her as his other hand reached around her hip to find her
swollen clit awaiting his touch.

“I want
you coming around my cock, baby…” Marcus growled as he curled his body low over
her back.

That
heated friction inside of her was getting to boiling point. His fingers on her
clit felt divine and that cock filling her up, bouncing off her damn womb, was
a ride that she never wanted to end… But it was the feel of his digit in her
ass that had her brain spinning at the unusual sensation, alien, but damn good
once she’d gotten used to it…

Every
damn sensitive nerve in her lower body was being caressed by him in one way or
another. His thumb moved in time with his cock and she almost died at the
pleasure that swept through her…

“More
thumb…” She didn’t feel ashamed. If this was her one night with him she was
going to take everything that he could give her so she could remember the
feeling when she lay alone in her own bed.

He
pushed his thumb to the hilt and felt her clenched around his digit and his
cock. Damn, but she loved it… He pulled his thumb back and replaced it with a
thick finger, taking her deeper, giving her what she wanted…

He
could feel her body tightening around him. She was rocketing towards another
orgasm and he counted the seconds until he felt her clamp down on his body and
then explode as the orgasm tore through her.

Her
body bucked beneath his and she cried out, over and over, as he carried on
loving her.

He
grunted and growled against the demands of her body to take his seed. He kept
his mind locked onto her pleasure and not his own. He wasn’t done with her yet
by a long shot. He was going to take his woman to heaven and back, and maybe
even visit hell a little- all night long…

By the
time he let her walk away from him tomorrow, he’d know every inch of her body
inside and out. Every curve, every dimple, everything that turned her on and
what didn’t. And he was going to enjoy each and every moment of it.

~^~

Marcus
chuckled at the sound of her snoring. It didn’t sound like his, but it did
sound like a little growl, and it called to his bear.

He’d
finally let her fall into sleep about two hours ago. She was more than sated-
he wasn’t, but he’d loved her good, and hard, and then he’d loved her slow and
gentle, before loving her hard again…

She’d
taken everything that he had to give, and responded to every touch, every
thrust inside of her, wherever that had been.

She was
the most amazing lover that he’d ever known. Giving back what she got in
spades.

When
he’d carried her into the shower to wash them both down; she’d gone down on her
knees and loved him hard, refusing to give up until she’d tasted his seed down
the back of her throat, and then she’d begged for his cock once more; taking
him inside of her from behind, up against the damned tiled wall, the counter
top, and even the floor…

Propped
up on his elbow as his whole body curled around hers protectively; he watched
her now as she slept. Loved every damn minute of it. Even the snoring.

She was
his, and his heart, mind, and soul belonged to her, and that made his heart
hurt at the thought of ever giving her up… but he knew he had to do it.

She took
him by surprise when she spoke.

“Thought
you weren’t going to be here in the morning.” She whispered, still with her
eyes closed.

“I
hadn’t made my escape yet…” He lied and she chuckled, a dirty laugh that made
his cock twitch against her ass.

“That
feels good, but it’s on the wrong side of my body…” She rubbed against his
length and savoured the sound of his hungry growl.

“You
want me to rub it against your stomach?” He teased her. That good natured man
was back, but she didn’t know for how long.

“If that’s
what floats your boat, but I think we’d both prefer it if it was inside my
pussy…”

“Damn
woman…” He growled at her words. For a doctor, she had a potty mouth.

“Just
push that big cock inside me and ride me fucking hard until I beg you to stop…”
She hadn’t begged him to stop yet. Not once. She’d loved every minute of where
he’d taken her, how he’d taken her, and even if her muscles were protesting…
she wanted him once more.

“When
you put it like that…” He growled. Shifting his body against hers and fisting
his length as he started to feed it inside of her. Then he slammed in to the
hilt and she was alive in his arms once more.

Fuck,
but he didn’t want to let her go.

Just
this once more…

~^~

Her bra
was in pieces and her panties the same. But as she pulled her shirt down over
the sore tips of her nipples and regarded the man full of muscles tucking his
length away inside of his jeans across the other side of the bed, she knew she
was never going to regret last night… or the morning.

Her
body was still buzzing from the multiple orgasms that he’d just given her, and
lying in his arms as she’d come back to him had been like finding a home, but
she heeded his words and knew that last night was all that they had together,
so she’d pulled away and started to dress in the few clothes that she had left.

Marcus
snatched looks at her as she was dressing. Her mood had changed so damn quickly
that his head spun. One moment he was about to break it to her that she was his
mate and the next she was pulling away from him, getting ready to leave him
alone once more.

His
bear was anxious and he had heavy heart. Every second that ground on by; he
wanted to walk around that bed, take her back into his arms and tell her that
he’d lost his heart to her.

He knew
better- she was obviously done with him.

“I need
to call a cab…” She searched the floor for her mobile phone and found it lodged
beneath the foot of the bed. She reached over and snatched it up, and as she
pushed back up, willing her aching muscles to give her a break; he was standing
there, frowning down at her.

“I’ll
drive you back to your car and pull it from the mud.” He growled in annoyance.
“It’s not like I’m gonna kick you out of the damn door and leave you helpless,
Doc.” He hated that she thought that badly of him.

“If
it’s no trouble…” She shrugged. She was trying to keep an even keel. She’d know
where she stood when he told her to shove over in the bed last night. Now she
just wanted to be away from him so that she could lick her wounds.

She
thought it would ok. That she’d take what he was offering her and get him out
of her system. It didn’t feel that way now. It hurt, but she’d done it to
herself and didn’t want to throw any blame in his direction.

“It’s
no trouble.” He assured her.

~^~

That
time spent together in the car on the drive up there was like torture, but he
endured it for her sake. He’d see her on her way and check to make sure that she
got home ok, following at a safe distance behind her so that she couldn’t see
him, but then he was done. Out of her life.

The mud
had hardened beneath the wheels of her car, and with a little bit of coaxing,
and a lot of reeving, the car broke free under Marcus’s skilled touch.

She
wanted to snort her contempt for him. It seemed that he could make her car
respond to him just as much as he’d made her body, but she held her emotions in
check, using her years of doctor training in the face of damned upsetting
situations to hold back.

“All
done, Doc…” Marcus had left the keys in the ignition and the engine running for
her fast getaway.

He
strolled towards her with the best ‘see you around’ attitude that he could
muster. Hell, he even had a smile pinned to his lips as he brushed his
fingertips down her jacketed arm as she walked on by him… and as their
fingertips brushed and released- it was his final goodbye.

“Thanks,
Marcus.” She kept it short and sweet and resisted the urge with everything that
she had to look back at him over her shoulder. She couldn’t do that too
herself…

Closeting
herself within the walls of the car. She put the gearbox into drive and
released the handbrake… Her eyes flicked to the rear view mirror- and there he
was; standing there with his arms folded over his chest and a blank expression
on his face as she kicked down on the accelerator in anger at herself and tore
off up the road.

She
berated herself for looking. Hated herself for feeling like crying. She’d made
her bed and she laid it in with him…

Fuck,
don’t damn well cry. Don’t you dare cry. Crying means you regret it and the
only damn thing you regret is that it won’t happen again.

The burning
pin pricks behind her eyes signalled the start of her tears. One drop of salty
water escaped so fast and rolled down her cheek that she angrily swiped at it
with the back of her hand.

Idiot.
Stop. He doesn’t want you and crying about it isn’t going to solve anything.

 Another
tear streaked down her cheek, this time from the other eye, and she growled in
annoyance.

What
are you fifteen? He isn’t interested in saddling himself to one woman,
especially when that women is you. Get over it- ouch, it hurts, now woman up
and move on…

Her
eyes were misting and the windscreen wipers of her lids couldn’t blink her
vision back to good enough to drive. She yanked the wheel and brought the car
to a stop in the layby. Blinking back tears as best she could, but still they
escaped…

She
thrust the gearbox back to park harder than she thought possible. Anger flared
in waves inside of her.

“Fuck,
fuck…” She slammed her hands against the steering wheel over and over to rid
herself of the tension within her body. “Fuck, fuck, fuck… stop!” She ground
out…