Her Holiday Bear (A BBW Paranormal Christmas Romance) (5 page)

“You’re so ready, baby.” He explored her folds with his fingers, thrusting two fingers inside her. When he added another, she felt a burning sensation as he stretched her, preparing her for his possession. His fingers slid in and out and the sensation twisted the tension in her body in a completely different way. Her hips arched against him as needy desire washed over her. Ally’s breath caught, the band of heat that had gripped her pussy broke, and bliss shook her body.

Jagger watched Ally climax, holding himself, and his bear under strict control. The feel of her wetness, her pulsing pussy spiked his lust to new and dangerous heights. He needed to bury himself inside her. He wanted to consume her with a hunger that was as startling as it was hard to keep leashed. More than that, he wanted to mark her. His fangs dropped.

Not yet, he pushed his bear back down. The bear settled and he realized why. He’d said not yet. The animal knew Jagger was fighting a losing battle to keep Ally at arms’ length. The animal knew, when the time was right, the man would set the bear free and allow it to claim the woman moaning beneath them.

He fitted himself against the entrance of her pussy, gritting his teeth as his cock touched her searing, wet heat, knowing that even after her climaxes it wouldn’t be easy for her to take him. She was that damn tight. He moved his hips and her cunt clenched around him.

“Relax, baby.” The words were meant for him as well as her. A warning to keep from letting go and plunging into her. Her breath came in little pants as he kept up the slow, slick slide inside her, gripping her hip when she tried to move away. “A little more, Ally.”

He ached to bury himself to the hilt, have his entire length surrounded by her silken heat. His body shuddered against the agonizing sensations he experienced as he slowly possessed her. The scent of her arousal rose, making him feel lightheaded. He canted his hips, thinking to ease back, thinking to cool himself down. Then Ally lifted her mouth, joining it with his. Her sweetness tasted so good, so damn good. The last of Jagger’s control flew out of reach as he thrust his tongue into Ally’s mouth and his throbbing cock deep into her pussy.

Wild pleasure seared him as he took his mate, fully, for the very first time.

He pounded into her, heat pumping through his body, pleasure teetering on the brink and then Ally was climaxing again, her inner muscles tightening around his cock, strangling him. It pushed him. Over. The. Edge. He stayed deep inside her as he finished, his cock pulsing and jerking as it emptied his essence into her womb. There was no turning back now. She was his.

Even if he hadn’t allowed his bear to claim her.

Ally felt herself float on a plane of pleasure that she’d never known existed. She had waited so long for this, loved him so much. The desires she’d forced to remain buried had burst to the surface with such energy it had stolen away all coherent thought and forced her to cling tightly to Jagger.

Their breathing ragged, they lay there, his forehead pressed to hers, their bodies touching, joined. There was no doubt of what he saw when he looked at her with those smoldering brown eyes. The happiness in her heart couldn’t be contained. It flowed through her body with every beat of her pulse. She loved this man and wanted him to know it. Despite the doubts she’d been having, Ally knew now they had to be mates. He could never have loved her so deeply, so passionately. Her body quaked from the aftershocks of her release. Stubborn bear shifter she thought fondly as she brushed back a silken lock of his hair.

“Ally.” His voice was deep and rough and she actually heard his animal.

She tugged his head down for a kiss. There was no need for words, not right now. “Merry Christmas, Jagger.”
Merry Christmas
,
my bear,
she whispered silently to herself as she smiled.
And a very Merry Christmas to me.

CHAPTER FOUR

JAGGER EASED OUT of the bed, careful not to wake the woman sleeping beside him. It was no damn wonder she was sleeping so soundly. He and his bear had been insatiable last night. Reaching for her time and time again. The tension still ran though him, his blood pulsing with need. He hadn’t had enough of her. Would never get enough of her. It had taken everything in him not to lower his fangs and taste the sweet blood flowing through her veins. It had taken all his control not to mate her.

Taking her, without talking, without asking… That wasn’t the way he wanted the mating to happen. He had bigger plans in mind.

He stood by the bed, looking at her as she slept. Smiling softly, he pulled the blanket over her shoulders, knowing she’d start to feel the cold now that he’d left.

He walked quickly to the spare bathroom, picking up his discarded jeans from in front of the fireplace on his way. In minutes, he was ready, his boots on, his gun holstered and in his bag. He wouldn’t be needing it for a while if everything went according to plan. He wouldn’t allow himself one last look inside the bedroom they had shared. He knew, if he did, he’d never leave.

Slipping silently from the house, he swept the snow from his SUV and drove into town. It was Christmas Eve and he had a lot to do.

Jagger was cursing a blue streak by the time he made his way back to Ally’s small house on the edge of the woods. This morning, before he’d made it half way into town, his radio had crackled and dispatch had reported two accidents. None involved injuries and it wasn’t his day to work, but he was needed to help clear the roads. It was Christmas Eve and no one wanted to be stuck in traffic. He’d spent the day trying to keep his bear from bursting forth and running back to Ally’s house and into her arms. Around lunchtime, he finally caught a break and immediately high-tailed it to the stores.

It took him longer than he’d anticipated to complete his purchases, but he was well satisfied with his choices. He’d also arranged for Jeff to tow Ally’s car into town. Not that she would need it for a while. It was convenient that she was on Christmas break because she would have had to call in sick for the next week. He planned to keep her by his side. And in his bed. He’d told everyone that he would be out of reach until after Christmas. He figured that might, just might, give him enough time to work off the first burning layer of need he had for Ally. The way his cock felt, hard and ramrod straight, he had his doubts.

He had enough food in the back of his vehicle to last a month, plus the makings for a Christmas dinner. He’d taken a chance and decided on a traditional meal of turkey and ham with all the side dishes he’d seen on television over the years. His mother had never made a traditional Christmas dinner. He didn’t know if Ally could cook or not. And it didn’t matter. They could look up what they needed to know on the internet. Even if it turned into a disaster, it sure as hell would be better than the microwave dinners he usual ate on Christmas day.

All that mattered was that they would be together.

Finally, around dusk, he was in his truck and on his way home. Home. He realized that it wasn’t a place, but a person. Perhaps that’s why he’d never been able to find it before. He patted the pocket of his jacket, making sure his first purchase of the day was securely inside. His palms were sweating and he turned down the heat in the cab. Then he laughed realizing that wasn’t what was wrong. His bear regulated his temperature. No, he was nervous as hell. What if she said no?

Mate. Ours. Forever.
He took comfort in the words of his bear.

The snow from last night still lay thick on the ground. The roads had been plowed but little of the surrounding white landscape had been disturbed. As he pulled into Ally’s driveway, he saw her outside lights were on, flooding her yard. He’d been too preoccupied last night to appreciate them. She had lights around her roofline and on almost every bush and tree around her house.

Grabbing the dozen roses he’d laid on the passenger’s seat, he got out of the truck. The groceries would be fine for a little while. Or however long it took to convince Ally to be his mate. He knew he’d given her the on and off signals for the last six months. His bear had recognized her the moment he’d spotted her. The man had fought it–hard.

Bounding up the steps, happier than he could ever remember being, he unlocked the front door, loving how that felt. He’d taken her keys with him so Jeff could tow her car. A loud thud had him turning the doorknob and barreling inside. He stopped, pulled up short by the sight that greeted him. Ally was lying face down on the floor the huge evergreen toppled over onto her legs.

He rushed over, throwing the roses on the couch. “Ally, Ally, baby, are you okay?” She raised her head, and he could see her eyes were red rimmed. Had she been crying? Was she hurt? How long had she been lying there, trapped? He should never have left her this morning.

Giving an exaggerated sigh, she blew her bangs out of her eyes. “Well, just don’t stand there, help me.”

A rare smile formed on Jagger’s lips. He didn’t think she was hurt so his bear settled down. The man decided to enjoy the moment. His mate at his mercy. He crouched down beside her, surveying the scene. Surprisingly, most of the ornaments had stayed on during the tree’s tumble. There were some shattered ornaments around her head and he brushed them away. He hoped they hadn’t held any special sentiments. He didn’t know that much about Ally’s past, just what the local gossips had spread. He usually took anything he heard through the grapevine with a grain of salt. All that mattered to the bear was that she was single and available. Not that it would have mattered if she’d moved to town with a husband or boyfriend. He wasn’t ashamed to admit he would have gotten rid of any competition.

“Jagger.” She said his name with rising impatience. Another smile crossed his face.

He pulled her from the tree, righting it so that it stood up once more. “What happened?”

“I was rearranging some of the decorations and bumped into it.”

“Oh.” Jagger had no idea how to respond to that. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine,” she said as she brushed pine needles from her hair and clothes. “Just my pride is damaged.” She gave him a narrowed eyed look. “But then I should be used to that by now, shouldn’t I?”

He flinched at the dig. He had damaged her pride when he’d refused to acknowledge what had grown between them. Refused to acknowledge her as his mate. He cupped her face in his hands, tilting up her chin until she had nowhere else to look but at him. “I don’t know what you expect from a man who is a bear—”

She placed a finger on his mouth, stopping his words. “I expect love and commitment. Kindness and understanding. Everything I will give to the person I love. Will I get those from you, Jagger?”

“Yes. You’ll get all those. It’s the other things that I’m afraid you’ll want to walk away from.”

“Like what?” Her eyes were bright with acceptance.

“Anger, jealousy, possessiveness. You are my mate, Ally. My bear’s mate and he is a very possessive creature.”

One fine brow rose. “And you’re not?”

He nodded his head almost glumly. “Maybe more than my bear.”

“Oh, Jagger. I’ve always wanted to be wanted. I have no family and I’ve been on my own for a long time. I want to be here by your side. Put down roots. Start our family.”

“But what if—”

Ally had felt devastated when she’d woken up that morning, alone in the bed. But the longer she had lain there, tears pouring down her cheeks, she’d realized that she couldn’t change fate. Couldn’t change who she loved. Or who loved her. Now, she was so touched that this man, this big, bear of a man, wanted to please her so badly. She cupped his face now. “There are no guarantees in life. But, we can’t be afraid to take a chance. To grab what life has to offer and run with it.”

He took her hand and kissed the palm. “I love you, Ally.

“And I love you.”

Her words released the bonds he’d wrapped around his bear years ago. He’d always thought of himself a loner as a man—and bear. He was someone who had never wanted a mate or family. That had changed the day Ally had driven into town.

“Now are you going to mate me or what?” Her smile should have warned him. Should have made him remember the fiery night they had just shared.

“Oh, yeah, baby.” His bear roared in agreement, pushing to the surface. It wanted to drag her to the floor, mount her, and sink its fangs into the succulent flesh where her neck joined her shoulder. Taste the sweet essence of her blood as he released his seed inside her.

But first, he needed to burn off some of this want. Their mating would be hot, of that there was no doubt. That didn’t mean he had to take her like an animal. His bear cuffed at that thought. Okay, so maybe it would be a little animalistic since there were two sides of him to satisfy. The man and the bear.

He cupped her breasts, holding their plump weight in his palms. She leaned into his touch and his fingers tightened, making her groan. He ran his thumbs over her pearled nipples. She dropped her hands and dug her fingers into the coat covering his biceps. Stepping forward, he crowded her against the wall and realized he had on to many damn clothes. Pulling back, he shrugged off the heavy coat, letting it fall to the floor. She bent her leg, wrapping it around his thigh, pushing the Stetson from his head.

“Jagger, I hurt.” She panted the three words. Words that traveled straight to his cock.

Mate. Claim. Fuck.

For the first time in months, he was in complete agreement with his bear. He wanted the memories of this moment to make her wet every damn time she thought about it. Moving slowly, methodically, he pressed against the lush feminine woman in his arm, butting the mound between her legs with the bulge behind the zipper of his jeans. He pressed down hard and her breath grew shallow as he continued to rock against her pussy in a rhythm that left little doubt as to what he was about to do to her. “I’ll take care of you, baby. I’ll take real good care of you,” he finished with a growl.

“Too… many… clothes,” she gasped.

He grabbed the neck of her sweater and ripped it down the middle.

“Jagger!”

“Hush.” He placed a hard kiss on her pouty lips as he tore her bra in half. He pushed the cups aside so he could hold those beautiful breasts with nothing between them. His palms were hot as they engulfed her size. His thumbs brushed her nipples. Circled them, as his hips pushed into the cradle of her body. He rubbed her breasts with his palms and rubbed her with his cock. He bent his head to touch her with his mouth. Ally’s body jerked. He touched her nipple with his tongue, painted it gently with the wet tip. He slowly sucked it into his mouth. The tips of his fangs scraped over her nipple. Sensation waved through him. Heat and desire. She clasped his head between her hands, pulling him closer.

“Please, Jagger. Please,” she moaned.

This wasn’t enough for either of them. He needed to be inside her. Pushing down her leg, he found the fastener of her jeans, lowered the zipper, and divested her of the rest of her clothing in a matter of minutes.

Once he had her naked, he stepped back, but not far. “Turn around.”

She looked at him, her eyes glazed.

“Turn around.” This time the order was primal in its demand.

Ally had never seen Jagger so intense. Intent. Her breasts ached from his touch, her pussy soaked from the sensations of him rocking against her, but she was still hungry. So very, very hungry.

He kicked her feet apart making her lose her balance. She had to widen her stance or risk falling. The palms of her hands slid down the wall. His smoothed over her hips and down her bottom. His hand moved up her thigh to cup her between her legs.

“You’re so damn hot, baby. So damn wet.” He rubbed his fingers along her slit and she couldn’t contain the moan that rose inside her throat. Her breasts tightened as a wave of lust singed her. Every part of her throbbed and ached for him. He pulled his hand away and Ally wanted to protest. She jumped as his mouth covered her pussy from behind. Sweet heavens, she’d never heard of such a thing.

“Easy.” His hands tightened on her hips, holding her still. A low moan of response was wrenched from her as he suckled her nether lips and then parted them to invade her center.

How the hell was he doing that?

He licked and he sucked, using his mouth, his tongue… heaven help her… his teeth. He nibbled at her flesh before returning to stroking her with the flat, broad surface of his tongue. Over and over again, he tasted her, drinking up every drop of her nectar.

“More,” she panted as she pushed back against him. He growled and the vibration traveled through her body. She wasn’t a shifter, but something inside of her responded to the sound.

His hands moved to cup her ass, one cheek in each of his big hands. His thumbs found and stroked along the seam of her bottom, parting her cheeks and spreading her wide. She felt his tongue thrust inside her once again, thick and long and she lost it. Her release ran through her faster than a streak of lightning against the dark summer sky. She writhed in his hold, crying out as pleasure ripped through her body. He continued to thrust inside her, riding out her orgasm. “Enough, Jagger. Enough.”