Loving The Bear: BBW Paranormal Bear Shifter Romance (Gray Bears Book 2) (5 page)

“Elle...” he
rasped as he drove deep into her clenching pussy.

Elle rocked her hips in time
to his thrusts and she began to pant. He could feel her walls
rippling and pulsing, gripping his cock tightly as he surged into
her.

Aidan felt his claws and
fangs lengthen as his beast rose to claim its mate. He dug his claws
into the mattress as he bent down and gripped her shoulder with his
teeth. A deep growl rumbled from his throat as his fangs punctured
her soft skin.

Elle cried out as she
climaxed suddenly and violently. Aidan clamped his teeth down on her
shoulder, holding her down as he took her hard.

Elle's body quaked at the
force of her orgasm and she threw her head back and screamed.

Aidan plunged deep into her
and shot his seed into his mate's hot, lush body. He roared his
claim and kept moving inside her, even after he was spent.

Finally, they fell in a heap
on the tangled sheets, their limbs entwined and their bodies still
pressed together.

Aidan held Elle in his arms
and kissed her flushed skin. “Mine,” he growled. “You
are mine, Elle.”

Her eyelids fluttered open
and she touched his face. “Oh, Aidan, I do want you and I want
to be yours. But...how can you want me?” she whispered.
“I...I'm scarred and broken...”

“How can you say that?
How can I not want you, Elle?” Aidan snarled, gripping her
arms. “You are not broken, Elle. Your scars show your
strength. Everyone breaks at some point. But we heal. And the
parts that were broken mend and grow stronger. You are whole and
beautiful, complete and perfect.”

Elle stared at him for a long
while. Her throat moved repeatedly but she didn't speak. Her eyes
glimmered but she didn't let her tears fall.

Overwhelmed, she reached for
him and burrowed her face into his chest.

Finally, she lifted her eyes
to him and said shakily, “Nobody has ever accepted me and loved
me like this before. I can't believe that I've found you...”

Aidan tilted her face up with
a finger under her chin and said, “Yes, you've found me. But
it's up to you what you want to do with me now. Do you...accept my
love, Elle? Will you let me love you, protect you and cherish you?”

She bent her head and it
sounded like she was fighting back a sob. “Yes, Aidan. I
accept your love,” she whispered at last.

She took his face in both her
hands and said, “I...I've never felt so sure about anything,
anyone before. But I feel as if we...belong to each other. Like I
am yours...”

“You are mine, Elle.
My mate. And I am yours. Forever,” Aidan said, hugging her
fiercely.

Elle smiled and hugged him
back. “I do feel stronger. With you, I feel positive and
powerful, like I can do anything!”

Aidan grinned. “Now
that's my girl.”

CHAPTER
TEN

Aidan finished up his
breakfast and gulped down his coffee. Mason and Jackson were still
wolfing down pancakes and didn't look like they wanted to leave the
kitchen anytime soon.

Elle was cooking up another
batch of pancakes for his brothers, and she smiled as they held up
their empty plates and waited expectantly.

“Stop eating, you
gluttons,” Aidan said. “Don't you guys have to get to
work? You don't want to keep Tristan waiting.”

Mason and Jackson helped
their eldest brother in his construction business, Gray's Domain.
Like him, Mason thrived on action and danger. While Aidan joined the
Sheriff's department, Mason decided to go help their big brother in
his business. But building houses was probably a little too tame for
Mason, so he went to sign up as a volunteer firefighter as well.

As Elle placed a stack of
fresh pancakes on the table, Mason grabbed two hot pancakes, wrapped
them around two thick sausages and stuffed them into his mouth.
“Don't be such a nag, Aidan. We're leaving. I'm just having
my last two pancakes,” Mason mumbled with his mouth full.

Jackson held up a finger.
“One more.” He polished off a pancake and moaned. “Ooh,
this is so good.” He held up his finger again. “Maybe
one more.”

Aidan huffed and hauled his
brothers to their feet. “Okay, that's enough. Get your asses
down to the construction site now. Elle has other things to do,
beside feeding your bottomless tummies, you know.”

“Yeah, yeah,”
they grumbled. “We're leaving. Stop nagging, Aidan. You're
beginning to sound just like Gramma and Ne-ma!”

As they headed out the door,
Aidan saw Gramma's car screeching down the street towards their
house. Gramma honked as she drove up their driveway.

“Heading off to work,
boys?” Ne-ma grinned as she bounded out of the car and dragged
a big trunk out of the backseat.

“What have you got in
there?” Jackson asked as Ne-ma thumped the big black trunk up
the front steps to the house.

“Oh, it's our little
bag of tricks,” Gramma said, coming round to kiss her
grandsons.

“Tricks?” The
three brothers gulped audibly.

“Yep. Run along now.
We have a lot to do today.” Gramma waved them off.

“What will you be
doing?” Mason asked suspiciously.

“Oh, you know. Witchy
things. We're going to start Elle's training today. She'll be just
like us in no time!” Gramma said excitedly.

Mason and Jackson began to
chortle as they walked to their car. “Three witches! Ah, good
luck, Aidan! You'll need it.”

Aidan scowled at them as they
drove away, still laughing gleefully. He tried to concentrate on his
police duties as he drove to the station, but he couldn't help
wondering how Elle was doing back home with Gramma and Ne-ma. He
knew Gramma and Ne-ma were doing what they thought was best for Elle,
but he just didn't want Elle to face any disappointment.

Gramma and Ne-ma had grown up
with magic. Casting spells was like breathing to them. But Elle
didn't have someone to guide her and train her when she was growing
up. This was all going to be new and perplexing to her.

He didn't want her to feel
disheartened and demoralized if she couldn't master the complex
spells. She'd had enough disappointment in her life. So what if she
couldn't cast spells and brew potions? She was a talented baker.
She didn't need magic and glamor in her life. She was fine just the
way she was.

Aidan was still frowning when
he pushed into the Sheriff's Station and went to his desk. The
Sheriff was already in his office, and he could hear Winston typing
away at his computer. Winston Knight was a lion shifter, and a very
good Sheriff. He was a good boss and a good friend to all his
deputies.

The door to Winston's office
was open at all times. Aidan knocked once and leaned against the
door jamb.

Winston glanced up.
“Morning,” Winston said gruffly, his fingers still flying
over the keyboard.

“Morning.” After
a pause, Aidan said, “A woman was attacked last night in her
bakery.”

Winston looked up
immediately. “A robbery? Was she hurt?”

“No, it wasn't a
robbery. Her ex-husband just got out of jail and tracked her down.
He was going to hurt her bad, pay her back for putting him in jail.”

Winston narrowed his eyes.
“He was thrown in jail for hurting her.”

“Yes.”

“Scum,” Winston
muttered.

“I went into her shop
and searched the premises, but he'd escaped. He's still in town.
He's hiding here somewhere. I have to hunt him down before he hurts
her again,” Aidan snarled.

“Is he a shifter, a
vamp or...”

“Half wolf, half
human.”

Winston leaned back in his
chair and stared at Aidan with astute, appraising eyes. “This
woman...”

“Elle Redfern.”

Winston frowned and scratched
his chin. “Is she new in town? I don't remember...”

“Yes. She just bought
over Baker's Hut.”

“Ahh.”

“I would like to
request...”

“I'll get someone to
cover your patrol. Get your report on my desk, and go.”

Aidan started, but Winston
had turned back to his computer.

“Do you need someone to
go with you?”

Aidan started. “No,
sir.”

The Sheriff's Department was
understaffed and shorthanded as it was. He could handle the hunt
himself. And unless the suspect was a powerful paranormal, like a
Master Vampire or an alpha shifter, usually only one officer was sent
to apprehend the suspect.

The Sheriff's Department
might be small, but every officer was more than worthy of the badge.
The screening process for the job was stringent and rigorous. You
needed a stout heart, a strong mind and a powerful body for the job.
The strong arm of the law in this town was tough, muscly and packed a
solid punch.

“Thank you, sir.”

Winston grunted. “Bring
Miss Redfern to our Charity Ball next week. I'm sure the department
would like to meet your mate.”

Aidan blinked but managed to
keep his face straight and his mouth closed.

How the hell did Winston know
that Elle was his mate? He stared at the observant, experienced
Sheriff and saw his nose twitch slightly. The shrewd lion had
detected the mating scent on him and his fierce resolve in hunting
down Elle's attacker had clued Winston in to his relationship with
Elle.

Aidan shook his head and
smiled as he went back to his desk. He saw a half-eaten blood pie on
his desk. He shared his desk with Derrick, a vampire who was on
permanent night shift. Derrick was a conscientious, hardworking
deputy. The workaholic vamp had probably worked till the last few
minutes before dawn, then left the station in a great hurry.

Aidan binned the blood pie
and settled down to work. Some officers were out on patrol, and
others called out their cheery greetings and goodbyes as they walked
in and out of the station.

The day was just starting and
it was going to be a busy one. Aidan powered up the computer and
started hammering out the report on Elle's case. He was the only
officer at the scene, and he had to get all the details right.

Skinner shouldn't be out in
society. He was a menace, a maniac, and he should be locked up for
the rest of his miserable life.

He would hunt him down and
make sure he was punished. It seemed that Skinner didn't learn his
lesson the first time. Jail time was a bloody waste of time in his
case. He wasn't repentant at all. Instead, he was bitter and
vengeful.

Maybe a man like Skinner
would never change. Did someone like him deserve a second chance, a
third or fourth chance?

Aidan growled as he finished
up his report.

He really didn't know what he
would do to Skinner when he found him. He didn't know if he could
control his beast. His bear would want to kill that piece of shit
for hurting its mate.

He wanted Skinner's blood.
But he thought of Elle.

Elle was a sweet, kind and
gentle soul. Even after all her suffering and ordeal, she wasn't
hard and bitter. She had a lot of love in her heart, and Aidan
wanted to be worthy of her love.

Killing Skinner might be
satisfying, but it wasn't worth it.

Aidan submitted the report to
the Sheriff and stormed out of the station.

He snapped his shades on and
checked his weapon.

The hunt was on.

CHAPTER
ELEVEN

Elle pointed at the bowl on
the table and closed her eyes.

“No, no, don't close
your eyes,” Gramma said, tapping her on the wrist. “It's
important to look at the object that you're sending your energies to.
Focus, Elle! Harder.”

Elle nodded and squinted at
the bowl. “Communicate your intention to the bowl. Tell it
where you want it to go,” Ne-ma instructed, sweeping up the
broken fragments on the floor.

“Okay.” She took
a deep breath and flexed her fingers. Gramma and Ne-ma made it look
and sound so simple. They had flicked their fingers and the bowl
flew from the table right into the sink. She had broken twelve
saucers, ten cups and a dozen bowls and it wasn't even noon yet. But
the big trunk that Gramma and Ne-ma brought with them seemed to hold
an endless supply of fragile things. There were crystal globes, cups
and saucers, bowls, mirrors, glasses and a whole array of colorful,
psychedelic items in the trunk.

“Go on, just do it,”
Gramma encouraged. “Don't worry about breaking it.”

Elle pointed all her fingers
at the bowl and directed it towards the sink. The bowl wobbled and
rose into the air. Ne-ma ducked just in time as it spun
uncontrollably towards Ne-ma's head and smashed into the wall.

“I'm so sorry!”
Elle cried. “Are you all right, Ne-ma?”

“I'm fine. You're too
tense, Elle. You've got to relax and feel the magic,” Ne-ma
said.