Rock (BBW Secret Baby Bear Shifter Romance) (Secret Baby Bears Book 2) (70 page)

Emboldened by this news, Elise rose from Dietrich’s lap. He frowned, opening his arms as if to invite her back in, but she shook her head. She moved to the rug in front of the fireplace, trying to look graceful as she lay down before it on her back. Dietrich remained in his chair for a moment, his mouth a little open in surprise.

“Are you sure it’s not too soon?” he asked.

Elise shook her head, her face warmed by the fire.

“Everything has worked out for us to be together, Dietrich,” she said softly. “This is right. And I can’t wait any longer for you.”

Dietrich pushed off from the chair, down onto his hands and knees. He began to grin that shy grin of his as he crawled across the floor, approaching Elise.

“Well, I’d hate to make you impatient, Miss Natural Beauty,” he teased.

Elise felt her shoes being coaxed off first, then Dietrich’s strong hands slid up her bare legs. When he reached her thighs, the path of his fingers veered off teasingly, drawing circles on the outside of her legs instead. He found the waistband of her skirt and undid the small buttons, allowing her to wriggle out of it as he pulled it down. Whilst he was busy with that, Elise fumbled with the buttons of her blouse, leaving it to fall to either side of her chest. Dietrich paused, his golden eyes roving over her nude-colored underwear, before his mouth began to tease the visible section of her breasts.

It was Elise’s turn to groan, and the animal noise that escaped her seemed to wake something in Dietrich. He was faster suddenly, more determined as he helped her to sit up and unhook her bra. Whilst she was up she pawed at his shirt, and Dietrich broke two of the buttons in his rush to take it off. He eased her down, laying on top of her as his tongue plunged into her mouth. Elise’s hands were everywhere, racing down his back to feel the shift of his muscles, then rushing back up into his hair to hold him close and kiss him deeper.

The contact of their bare chests sparked with electricity, and it made Elise all the more aware that they weren’t yet totally naked. As Dietrich showered her neck and breasts with warm, wet kisses, Elise reached for her panties and managed to wriggle them off. Dietrich continued a downward path, hands and tongue drawing shapes on her stomach. She felt his breath on her thighs a moment later, and she waited. The pause was too long.

“I want you, Dietrich,” she murmured. “Please. Please kiss me. Touch me there.”

“Sorry for the delay,” Dietrich teased, “you know how much I like to admire outstanding natural beauty.”

Elise was about to reply, when Dietrich suddenly slipped his tongue into her. She gasped, then giggled at his boldness, and then the wonderful shock gave way to a deeper sensation. She could feel her back arching as Dietrich’s tongue pushed and swirled against her clitoris, sending shockwaves up her spine. She buried her fingers into the rug beneath her, feeling Dietrich’s hands as they held her quivering thighs steady. If he wasn’t careful, he’d bring her to climax before they’d even really begun. She didn’t want that, as incredible as it felt. She wanted it all, the full connection.

“I’m ready,” she whispered. “God, I’m so ready. Get up here. I need you now.”

There was another delay, but this time Elise didn’t complain as she heard the shuffling of more clothes coming off. When Dietrich lay himself down on her, she felt the long, hard shaft that throbbed against her thighs. Her legs were already open, and a deep burning came from somewhere within, begging him to fulfill her. She looked into Dietrich’s golden eyes, and they were darker than they’d ever been before. She found herself wishing that she’d always be able to gaze into those eyes for the rest of her days.

Dietrich began to kiss her, strong lips pressing against hers. In the same moment, he rocked his hips forward, and guided himself into her. It had been a little while since she’d last had a boyfriend, but the pressure faded after only seconds. She squeezed his hips with her thighs as he pushed deep into her, filling her completely. He paused there, his tongue tracing patterns on her lips, and she reached up to wrap her arms around his broad chest. They were so close, so complete, and Elise wanted to say something very important. She didn’t know if she could. Would it scare him away if she did?

When he broke the kiss, Dietrich rested his lips against her ear.

“This is perfect,” he whispered. “You’re perfect… And I love you.”

Joy washed over Elise, and she smiled so wide that it hurt her face a little.

“I love you, Dietrich,” she said in that same quiet tone.

She held him fast as he began to thrust. He was powerful but controlled, and every push sent waves of heat through Elise’s body. His hips were strong and heavy between her legs, and she reached down to hold onto them, feeling his power with every thrust. When he was reaching a steady rhythm, Elise snaked her hands round to cup his buttocks. She gave them a squeeze and Dietrich let a growl loose from his throat. The sound vibrated against Elise’s neck, and he began to kiss her rapidly there.

He was speeding up, and Elise felt a new jolt of electricity every few seconds. She could feel her muscles tensing, readying themselves for the moment she’d been aching for since she first laid eyes on Dietrich in that very room. Their bodies were soaked with sweat, sliding against one another as they writhed, and Elise began to pant as she lost her breath in the excitement.

But the pattern soon changed. Dietrich lifted himself onto his strong arms, slowing down. He pressed deep into Elise as far as he could reach, then pulled out slowly, almost all the way. It was the most wonderful torture she had ever felt, and when she had her breath back, she looked up into his grinning, gorgeous face.

“You know, for a shy boy, you’re pretty wicked,” she remarked.

“It’s the beast in me,” he teased.

His voice was low and throaty. Dietrich held his weight up with one arm, the other reaching down to slip between Elise’s legs again. He found her clitoris at once, so swollen from all the pleasure he’d given her, and he rubbed a teasing circle over the knot of flesh. Elise’s hips gave a spasm that was out of her control, and she cried out with sudden pleasure. He was teasing her, drawing the torture out, and she knew that when she did reach her climax, it was going to be huge.
 

Dietrich stroked her until her thighs were shaking, and then he pressed down onto her to finish what he’d started before. Kissing him deeply, she held onto his shoulders as he took control of her. Thrust after thrust came hard and deep, growing in speed with every moan and groan that she made. In those last few moments as the rush and the ache built up inside her, she ran her hands all over his body, tasting every muscle with her fingertips. Dietrich broke off their kiss, panting hard, and his whole body trembled, so fiercely that Elise felt like the room was shaking.

She let go, crying out as wave after wave of the orgasm hit her. It made her wriggle and moan, unspeakable pleasure attacking her body with nerves and heat. Seconds later, she felt the last hard thrust against her hips, and Dietrich shook as he came. Sharp, low noises escaped him, reverberating through the room. Slowly, Elise became aware of the world again, and the heat of the fire against one side of her body. Dietrich kissed her softly on the lips, and they stayed in place as they caught their breath.

He watched her carefully, searching her face.

“You’re incredible,” she breathed.

“I’ll have to be,” Dietrich reasoned, “if I want to keep you forever.”

Epilogue

Three months later.

It was easy, getting back and forth between Fairhaven and the city. Elise had finally found a balance in her life, even though her career was ten times busier than before. She didn’t need to attend awards and parties late at night in LA, now she only went where she was invited, and where the right kind of people were there to support her. The Naturalis campaign had launched to superb success, and Elise Davenport was a name synonymous with nature, beauty and calm.

It was these three things that she craved, and when she came home to the Rangers’ Lodge at Fairhaven, they were always waiting for her. It was a bright Sunday afternoon when she found herself gazing out of the window of the bedroom that she and Dietrich now shared. She looked out into the vast, dark woods and the mountains beyond, letting the stresses of work disappear into the fall foliage. She heard a noise behind her, and a moment later Dietrich’s hands snaked around to hold her stomach. She leaned back into his strong body, putting her hands over his.

“I got offered another contract today, for eco-friendly fashion,” she said wistfully.

“Your life is more exciting than mine,” Dietrich admitted. “I got into a fight with Ben over whose turn it was to hide the sauerkraut from Gram.”

Elise giggled a little, but she had bigger things on her mind.

“I turned the contact down,” she explained.

“What? Why?” Dietrich asked. “You keep saying how you want to move from skincare into fashion.”

She turned within his embrace, planting a kiss on his lips for the fact that he actually listened to what she told him. The kiss stirred something in her lover, and his eyes began to turn that darker shade of gold. Dietrich kissed her deeply, one hand sliding up under her shirt to touch her skin. She escaped the kiss with a lingering regret, pulling away a little.

“I had to turn it down,” Elise explained.

“Had to?” Dietrich repeated, his dark brow quirked.

“I don’t think I’m going to be modelling any clothes for a while,” she began carefully. There was a silence, one of those moments they had where small secrets hung between them. “Well…” Elise continued, “Not unless they’re maternity clothes.”

It took him a moment to understand, and Elise watched the news sink in with bated breath. Dietrich’s eyes flashed towards her stomach, and one of his hands reached out, palm flat over the skin there. She had started to show, just a pound or two, and she figured Dietrich had been polite enough not to mention her gaining weight. If she had left it any longer to tell him, though, the bump would have been obvious to everyone else as well.

“Are you okay?” she asked, her heart beating in her throat.

“Okay?” Dietrich replied. “I’m… I’m great. There’s a baby, and it’s yours and mine.”

“I know we didn’t plan it, but-” Elise began.

“We didn’t plan anything about us,” Dietrich cut in. “Fate planned it all. We came together despite everything, and now we’ve got a child on the way. Everything’s exactly as it’s meant to be.”

“A shifter child,” Elise corrected, “which means you need to educate me a lot more on this clan business.”

“I will,” Dietrich said. He wrapped Elise up in his arms, his embrace tight and strong. “Both of you. I’ll teach you, and protect you, and never let you go.”

The End.

Ben

Bear Dating Agency II

by

Becca Fanning

When Layla Moss checked out cute guys in her department store, they weren’t usually in the pantyhose section.
 

This one was as fine as they come, barely twenty with a boyish dimple in the corner of his thoughtful mouth. His hair was dark and a little overgrown, eyes hooded by a low, concerned brow. He was studying the varieties of pantyhose with deep intent, his massive torso hunched a little to inspect the rows and rows of boxes. Layla was supposed to be taking new stock to fill the display next to the registers, but she’d stopped in her tracks when she saw him. Now, she was helpless to her own will.

“Just a guess, but I don’t think we stock your size,” she quipped.

The hunk started, as if he hadn’t even realized she was there. When he looked up, his wide gaze of shock flashed with pure gold. Layla jumped too at that. She knew what golden eyes meant, everyone who lived Crenshaw-adjacent did. The guy was a shifter. And yet, he wasn’t anything like the animalistic thugs she’d seen on her streets late at night. He wasn’t foaming at the mouth or searching for a fight. He was genuinely embarrassed to be holding a pack of pantyhose, his cheeks flushing red beneath a dusting of stubble.

“My Gram sent me over here,” the shifter explained, his voice low and apologetic. “I have no idea which of these she wants, but she’s all the way at the other end of the store. Could you-?”

He trailed off, but Layla saw his eyes flash to her name tag. A rush of something totally chemical hit her in the chest, spreading warmth from all angles. She was pretty sure her face was turning pink too, and she thanked her luck that she’d got a little of that cocoa-brown skin tone from her father. Being mixed race covered a multitude of sins. Unfortunately, it didn’t stop her breath hitching like a teenager’s when she next tried to speak.

“She’ll, uh, she’ll want breathable in the summer,” Layla began. She came to stand beside the tall guy, gently taking the box from his hands. “You’ll bake her with those.”

“Ah,” he replied, “I so don’t want that. She’s a real beast when she’s angry.”

Layla looked into the stranger’s golden eyes with fascination.

“I can believe it,” she said.

She might have said more, even teased that secret smile from the cutie’s perfect mouth, but footsteps alerted her. She was relieved to see that the person approaching was not her boss, but this second stranger filled her with nerves all the same. He had golden eyes too, though his seemed to burn with a flame that wasn’t present in the cute guy’s eyes. The new man was a little shorter and more lithe, his lean frame clad in bike leathers. He had bright silver hair, which must have been fake, for he was far too young to be turning grey, and there was a look of deep threat all over his face.