Fast and FURious Bears: BBW Bear Shifter BWWM Werebear Paranormal Romance (Wild Alpha Shifters Book 4) (9 page)

“Three more steps.”

Amanda started walking. “One, two, three.”

“OK, four.”

She took another step. “Four.”

The sound of the wind was deafening up here. Where in the world had he taken her?

“Now, open your eyes.”

Greg removed his hands from her eyes.

“Oh, Greg.”

Amanda couldn’t say anything else. Her breath was taken away. She thought she had heard wind. But it wasn’t wind. It was water. An enormous waterfall fell from above them, late-day sun shining through the mist to create a perfect rainbow. They were on the side of a massive, rounded rock cliff, the waterfall dancing off the rocks and then continuing its journey down the mountain.

The place was called Deadman’s Leap. Amanda had seen it before, but only in pictures. It had never occurred to her to actually hike up here. It was too far. But with Greg at her side, the walk had seemed easy. She looked around. The view was extraordinary. Wild Summit was visible below them, fluffy cumulous clouds floating lazily in the sky. She wiped the mist from her face and Greg took her hand, placing something in her palm. She looked down. It was a bag of Skittles.

“Your reward for the hike,” Greg said, seating himself on a rock ledge.

“My favorite,” Amanda said.

“What make you think they’re all for you?” Greg said, taking the package back with a grin. He poured some in Amanda’s hand before taking a handful of the rainbow-colored candies for himself.

“I brought you up here because I wanted you to see something that’s important to me,” Greg said. “This is where I first met my bear.”

Amanda sat beside him on the rock ledge.

“As grizzly shifters, our bears come out during our adolescence.”

“Tell me how it happened to you,” Amanda said.

“We were hiking. A bunch of us had come up here, but I was the last to leave. Then I started to feel strange. Like my insides were twisting open and something was coming out of me. It was my first shift. I was stuck up here as a bear.”

“Were you scared?”

Greg smiled. “I sure was. I didn’t want to come back down. I didn’t want to admit that I didn’t have it under control. The only other shifters my age that I knew were Brandon and Peter and they hadn’t shifted yet. That came later for them. I was the first one in our group.”

“So what did you do?”

“I waited here as a bear.”

“All night?”

“Yes. All night.”

“I still don’t really understand it,” Amanda said.

“Tell me what you know about shifters.”

“Well. Not much.”

“Come on.”

“Just a few things that Jada said after she finally cracked and told me about Brandon. She said that you guys live a long time and that there are a bunch of you at Wild Alpha. My first thought was that I’d gone to work in a bear den. Crazy.”

Greg laughed quietly. “Sometimes it seems like that to me, too. There are definitely a few of us in Wild Summit. I grew up with Brandon, so I guess it makes sense that we ended up working together. I knew his brother Peter, too. I’d even met Jeremy a few times. We grizzly shifters, a lot of us like to stay on our own, but the Hellers and me, we’re kind of a clan.”

“So, what’s it like?”

“To be a bear?”

Amanda nodded.

“I don’t know what it’s like not to be one. As far as I can tell, we’re normal people in most ways. We just have something inside us, our bears, that lead the way and tell us what to do. I guess it’s like having a big furry conscience. Except it’s harder to resist than that. Your bear can’t easily be ignored. Let me tell you, Amanda, when the Heller brothers started finding mates, all I could think about was you.”

“Then why didn’t you tell me?”

“I thought you only thought of me as a friend.”

“And now?”

“Well, things just feel different now.”

“So, what happens next?” Amanda asked.

“That’s up to you.”

“I don’t want it to be up to me.”

“Who do you want it to be up to, then?” Greg said.

“Your bear.”

Chapter Nine

Amanda’s heart pulsed with excitement. She knew what she was asking for. Him. She wanted all of him. She wanted him to claim her, to take her, to make her his mate. Greg had her permission. What happened next would determine if they were meant to be.

“Do you know what it means for a bear to claim his mate, Amanda?”

“Yes,” Amanda said. “Jada told me. We’ll be joined together forever. Bears mate for life.”

“You know that there’s no going back?”

“Yes.”

“Then you also know I need to mark you? It will be a small bite, but I need to do it.”

His lips hovered over her.

“Then mark me already,” Amanda whispered.

Greg pulled her near, wrapping his arms around her back, enveloping her in his strength. He bent his head down to meet her waiting mouth. Their lips connected and Amanda closed her eyes. From the moment they touched, Amanda felt as if she was falling. Falling into a beautiful abyss from which there was no return. Greg’s hands reached down her back and she felt him pull her tighter. Her nipples hardened as his broad chest pressed against hers. She felt the outline of his rigidity pressing into her abdomen. And she felt his tongue. Oh, his tongue.

Her mouth opened to him, surrendering to his power. He probed deeply, hungrily, their tongues dancing deliciously in each other’s mouth. This time there would be no interruptions. This time she wouldn’t be satisfied until he had marked her, until he had claimed her as his.

Amanda felt Greg’s strong hands slide under the stretchy fabric of her yoga pants. She loved the rough touch of his strong palms. He slipped his fingers under her panties and onto her bare behind. Then he peeled her pants and panties down, exposing her bare bottom. He lifted his mouth from hers.

Spank!

She felt his palm on her ass. Just the right amount of spank. Just the right amount of pain.

“What was that?”

“Do you want to be marked?”

“Yes.”

Spank!
He slapped her on the ass again, and this time, she felt an electric jolt inside of her. A tingle that made her pussy wet.

“Then saddle up and enjoy the ride,” Greg growled.

He thrust his tongue back inside her, kneading her bare ass with both hands, and now she knew that he would claim her, that he would make her his. Even as he probed her mouth, she felt his fingers reaching up beneath her, sliding under her cheeks toward her entrance. She widened her stance to help him. She wanted him to fuck her with his fingers.

Greg teased her folds with his index finger and then he reached up her hips, removing her stretchy top. She moved her hands down his back to his ass, undulating her hips as he traveled up her torso with his broad hands. He caressed every inch of her before finding her breasts. He cupped them in both hands and all she could think was how she wanted his lips on her nipples, on her crease. Mercy me, she wanted them on her crease.

“Lick my pussy,” Amanda moaned.

“And your ass?”

“Lick everything.”

Amanda felt her juices wet her inner thigh at the sound of his low growl. She slid her hands around Greg’s hips, working his belt open. His cock was there, right where it should be, standing at attention. The tip was so high it poked above his waistline and she wanted to get down on her knees and taste it. If she was going to be with this man, she wanted to know him, all of him. But before she could bend low, she felt his hand unsnap her bra, followed by his sweet lips on her breast.

She ran her hands up Greg’s back and through his hair as he smothered her taut buds in his kisses. His tongue stroked her left bud, and she felt a jolt of pure delight rock her core. He licked around it again and then he tugged on her nipple between his lips.

Oh, why did he have to be so talented with that tongue? She thought she was going to come right then and here and his cock was still in his pants. She unzipped his fly as she rocked her hips into him. But before her fingers could grasp his rigid shaft, his lips abandoned her left nipple and found her right. Greg licked around the aureola, circling her bud in one smooth stroke.

Suck it, please. Take it in your mouth.

He must have read her mind because he took the whole nipple, practically her whole breast into his mouth, sucking it back as he swirled his tongue.
Shit.
She felt another electric pulse race out from her core. She was going to come already. No. Not now. It was too soon. She suppressed the urge and instead concentrated on his rigid member, working her hand down the shaft and then back up again. Already she felt a pearl of moisture on the head of his dick. She couldn’t contain herself. She bent low, licking around the head with her tongue, taking the whole thing into her mouth. He tasted salty. Like the sea.

“Not yet, Mands. Not until I’ve tasted you.”

Greg reached down and lifted her up, sweeping her into his powerful arms. Supporting her with a single strong arm placed firmly under her ass, he removed one shoe and then the other, sliding her yoga pants and her panties off her in one smooth pull. She kicked the unwanted garments from her feet and Greg carried her to the waterfall. Mist filled the air as the water cascaded down from high above, barely touching the mountainside as it continued its downward plunge. Behind the falling water, there was a hollow in the rock that looked like a protected cave. Greg carried her there.

“This is where I spent the night for the first time as a bear,” Greg said. “And this is where I’m going to make you mine.”

“Oh, Greg…”

He lifted her high above him, placing her on his broad shoulders, her pussy inches from his mouth. Then he leaned her against the damp rock wall. It was misty back there and her body was hot, droplets of water landing on her golden skin. She ran her fingers through his hair.

“Claim me. Claim me now.”

And he buried his face in her pussy, attacking it with his tongue. She thrust herself forward, arching her back against the smooth, wet rock as his broad tongue parted her folds. She was so slick with need she felt wetter than the waterfall. He reached down her back, prying his hands under her butt to adjust the angle. Why was he doing that? The angle was just fine. But then he licked down her crease, all the way to her ass, and she realized why. An electric bolt rocked her core as he licked around her hole. She screamed with pleasure. Literally screamed from the top of the mountain and she didn’t care who heard.

What this man could do with his tongue was masterful. She couldn’t stand to think of what she’d been missing all these years. How could she not have realized that Greg could be her lover? That he could be her mate?

Amanda moaned as Greg licked back up her folds. The wet rock was cool on her back, the waterfall rushing down before them, but it wasn’t enough to cool the heat she felt in her core. Amanda leaned back farther, lifting her pussy into his face as his raspy tongue completed its journey to her clit. Her nubbin was sensitive and standing at attention. It begged to be touched, to be licked. She felt his face buried in her entrance, and the first swirl of his tongue was just a tease around the base of her taut nubbin. But then he took it between his lips and all bets were off. Pure electric pleasure coursed through Amanda’s veins.

“More.”

She thrust her pussy forward and he tugged on her nubbin with his lips.

“Fuck me,” she whimpered. “Make me yours.”

Amanda shoved Greg’s head harder into her crease. Oh my, how she wanted him. Needed him. He released her ripe nubbin and licked down between her petals. Was that it? Was he going to leave her hanging? No. He wouldn’t do that. He withdrew his tongue completely. But a moment later she felt two fingers glide inside her entrance and his tongue was back, more forcefully than ever. He drove into her with his fingers, then out, then in again, before taking her whole nubbin in his mouth and sucking it back, flicking it with his tongue.

Her clit pulsed with desire. It was too much. The swirling eddies of passion within her broke loose. A waterfall of desire exploded outward. Her nubbin spasmed, her pussy vibrating with desire.

Amanda moaned out loud as the spasms of pleasure rocked her body. She abandoned herself to the moment as he held her there against the slippery rock. She was in his hands now, under his care, and the pleasure within her rained forth with as much power as the water thundering down before her. It was magical. She saw rainbows, she saw froth and fog, and she saw the last rays of the sun casting their orange glow over the landscape. And all she wanted was for the moment to go on and on. And it did, for longer than she thought possible. She gathered her strength and pushed his face from her pussy as the waves of pleasure slowly subsided.

“Now let me taste you,” Amanda said.

“Not until you’re marked, Mands. Not until you’re mine.”

With that, Greg lifted her up above his head and lowered her into his arms. Amanda delighted at how he was able to pick her up so gracefully, like she was a ballerina. She was a good-sized woman, but the way Greg swung her around, it was as though his strength perfectly complemented her curves. Like the two of them were dancers, eternal partners on the stage of life.

“I love it when you lift me in the air,” she whispered.

“I love that you let me do it.”

“Is it time?” she said. “For the marking?”

“It’s more than time,” Greg said. “It’s long overdue.”

Greg carried Amanda out from behind the waterfall, where the world was awash in soft golden light. He set her gently down upon what felt like the softest ground she had ever had the pleasure of lying on. It was green spongy moss and it was as warm and comfortable as a feather bed. She lay there languidly, open to him, as Greg ripped open his white button-down shirt. He pulled off his pants and shoes and stood before her, naked and erect, a beacon of solidity and strength. He was the man he had always been, but only now was she seeing him in his true light.

Greg’s rigid member towered before her, and though she wanted to explore it with her mouth, she knew there would be time for that later. Greg sunk to his knees before her and ran his long, languorous tongue up her folds, as if to taste that she was ready, to be sure. The he took hold of her wrists, stretching her arms out behind her head.