Romance: Stranded With The Alpha Bear: BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance (Werebear, BBW, Bear Shifter Romance) (Sweet Shifters Book 1) (7 page)

              He grunted, got back on four legs, and ran off. I guess it’s good to know he’s alive, but he interrupted my momentum. This is not the time for bear hugs; this is the time for survival. I closed my eyes to focus. I need to get out of here. I kept running as fast as I could. Thankfully, I got back to the house and didn’t head in the wrong direction.

              I slammed into the house, locked the door, and then leaned against it as Arlo had. This has been a long, long night.

              “Hello?” a male voice said.

              I screamed and jumped up, pointing the gun in the direction of the voice. My patient put his hands up as if I’m a cop about to shoot him.

              “I’m sorry, I forgot you were here,” I lowered the gun. “What is your name again?”

              “Rick,” he answered. “I woke up and didn’t know where I was. And then you ran in.”

              “They brought you here after the fight.”

              “And where are they?”

              “They are… out there still fighting.”

              “Then I need to get out there,” he moved from behind the couch and tried to get past me.

              “Um, you are wounded. That is a terrible idea.”

              “I’m fine. I have to support my tribe.”

              “I don’t even know you, but that is a terrible idea.”

              “Excuse me, I’m not going to take advice from the woman who started all of this. Pulling at Christian’s heartstrings with Marilyn. You should’ve left it alone.”

              “I didn’t know she was his sister. I knew I had seen her before, and I wanted to help her.”

              Rick frowned. “Can you move please?”

              I moved aside. I certainly don’t care if he gets killed at this point. He unlocked and opened the door. Christian stood there, about to enter.

              “Rick, you’re awake,” he grinned. “What are you doing up?”

              “I was coming to help.”

              “That’s probably a terrible idea.”

              Rick’s frown deepened, then pushed past him. Christian gave me a look, then entered. I took a good look at him, noticing bleeding wounds all over his body.

              “You’re bleeding!” I inspected his handsome face and turned my eyes downward. On his side, the shirt fabric appeared ripped, and sticky blood wetted the area. “Take your shirt off so I can wrap you up.”

              “You don’t need an excuse to get me naked, sweetheart,” he chuckled, then took a sharp intake of breath. “Okay, it does hurt. Can you help?”

              “Come on,” I guided him to the couch and sat him down. He took off his shirt and sat still as I cleaned the wound. “Rick isn’t very nice, by the way.”

              “No, he’s not. Ow!” he shrunk away. “He’s a bit of a misogynist.”

              “Right.” He kept still as I started bandaging him up. “Am I the reason all of this is happening?”

              “What are you talking about?” his deep, soulful eyes stared into mine. “Why would you ask that?”

              “Did you get into this awful fight because I told you about Marilyn?”

              “This awful fight has been going on for a very long time. Actually, if it weren’t for you, we would’ve just given up on the girls. This way, I have hope to see my sister again.”

              I nodded, getting lost in his dark orbs. “That is always very nice.”

              “I’m sorry if that was insensitive for your dead brother.”

              “I think saying my ‘dead brother’ is a
little
more insensitive.”

              “Sorry,” he gave a slight smile. “How is that going?”

              “I think I’m almost done.”

              “Good. Great.” I looked up and gave him a smile. “I’m going to admit, this is driving me crazy.”

              “What is?”

              “Having your hands on me. My skin feels like it’s on fire.”

              “That doesn’t sound pleasurable, Christian.”

              He smiled. “It is, actually. Your hands are soothing.”

              “Well thank you. Is there any where that I can touch to adequately soothe you?”
Was that awkward? I don’t know how to dirty talk.

              His smile faded slightly with a nervous breath. “Maybe down further.”

              I softly traced his gorgeous abs below the bandage. “Further down?”

              He nodded, swallowing hard. “Yes.”

              I touched his happy trail leading down into his pants. My heart ran a mile as my hand went further. He grabbed my hand, his own hand trembling. I looked up into his chiseled face, his lips looking so alluring and his eyes stormily passionate.

              “I’ve never done this before,” I whispered.

              “I know,” he whispered back, leaning closer.

              “Am I doing okay?” Our noses touched as he came ever closer.

              “You’re doing more than okay.” His breath brushed my lips.

              “I uh….”

              Before I could say something awkward, he kissed me fiercely. If I’d been standing, my legs would’ve turned to jelly, and I’d be on the floor. I ran my fingers through his hair as he leaned his body on top of me. His hands smoothly crept under my shirt to my bra. I’d always imagined what it would feel like to be felt up, but the only time it happened, the boy was incredibly sweaty and had no idea how to take off my bra.

              “Am I doing okay?” he panted between kisses.

              “You’re doing wonderful,” I smiled.

              “Is it okay if I take off your bra?” he asked.

              “You have my permission to do anything you like.”

              He grinned, and then kissed me again deeply. His hands took off my bra before I could even process him making an attempt. I took off my shirt to give him more access, which made him smile wider, before he cupped my breasts in his hands as our lips reconnected. His fingers gently caressed my nipples, making a moan erupt from my throat. A tingling feeling spread through my arms, inside my chest, and down my legs.

He moved to my other nipple as his other hand’s fingers trailed along my curves to my waist and then to my clit. I tore my mouth away from his with an intake of breath.

“Are you all right?” he whispered in my ear, his breath sending goose bumps down my neck.

“I…” I tried to tell him I was, but the warm pleasure roaring through my blood made me (uncharacteristically) lost for words. “Yea….” His fingers entered me, making my whole body come alive. I couldn’t help but moan loudly.

“Do you like that?” his finger kept moving, touching every wall with skill. I opened my mouth to answer, but could only breathe and moan. “It sounds like you like it.”

I kissed him, bringing him closer so that our chests touched. The skin on skin contact made the kiss better than anything I’d ever experienced before.

Suddenly, a loud howl roared from outside. We both jumped, tearing our bodies apart.

“Are you okay?” he asked, both of us breathing hard.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” I answered, my heart now beating hard against my chest out of fear instead of lust. “Maybe we should go upstairs?”

“Great idea,” he responded.

We both stood quickly to continue in the bedroom. He yelped in pain and held his side.

“Oh my God, are you okay?” I rushed forward to him.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” he said, still holding his side.

We looked at each other and laughed, easing the fear from the howl. He looked me up and down slowly and smiled. I smiled too, enjoying him admire my body. I stripped off my pants slowly, letting him take everything in.

I curled my fingers in my g-string, “Should I take these off too?”

“Yes,” he nodded adamantly. “Please, please do that.”

“Will you carry me upstairs?”

“I’ll do anything you want.”

“Take off your pants. I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

He grinned, his handsome face lighting up. He slipped out of his pants slowly, then looked back up at me. I slid off my panties, paying attention to each curve of my thighs. He watched every move I made, his lips slightly parted.

“Is this okay?” I asked.

“You are perfect,” he replied, taking me up in his arms and kissing me hard. “I’ll admit, it might be kind of hard to walk up the stairs right now. I’m a little excited.”

I laughed, “I can just walk, it’s not…”

He picked me up, moving quickly upstairs. I felt like a princess being whisked away by her handsome prince - a weightless Cinderella about to be taken away from her humdrum life to a happy kingdom right at the edge of the woods.

X.

“It seems you very capably could’ve carried me up the stairs our first night together,” I said as he kicked open his door. “You’re even strong enough to kick open your door.”

“I think it was already slightly open,” he chuckled. “But yes, I could’ve carried you up. I was just afraid if I did, I might… ravish you.”

“Ravish me? Are we in a historical romance novel?”

He laid me down on the bed and positioned himself between my legs. “Maybe we are. Tall, dark, and handsome hero with a winsome, beautiful damsel in distress. It sounds pretty romantic to me.”

“I’m not exactly ‘winsome,’ Christian.”

“Shhh. Romance is happening right now.”

I laughed as he kissed down my neck. His lips kissed down my clavicle to the center of my chest. Then as he cupped my breast, he took my nipple into his mouth and sucked on it tenderly. His tongue circled around it, making my legs shiver. His hard member rubbed against my clit as he moved to my other nipple. I felt electric, like every circuit within me has lit up like a city skyline.

He pulled away from my breasts and rose to my face again, looking deeply into my eyes, “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“I am absolutely sure,” I answered. “Please just kiss me.”

“Gladly.”

He leaned in and kissed me, his lips still wet from sucking on my nipples. His kiss made me feel even more tingly and warm. He parted my lips with his tongue and explored my mouth, making me want him even more. I arched into him, hoping that would send the message. I’ve never felt so aroused.

“We’ll take it slow,” he whispered. “I’ll be gentle.”

“Yes,” I replied, finding nothing else to say.

He chuckled before locking our lips together once more. He finally entered me, but only the tip. I took another intake of breath, wanting more of him but too breathless to tell him. He worked himself in and out slowly, each time entering a little further and driving me crazy. When he fully entered, a little pain rocked through me, but it mixed with the new feeling of pleasure I never imagined.

He kept moving slowly, responding to my body’s every need. His hand stayed under my head as his hips moved in and out. His other hand made paths across my skin, making me feel more like a woman than I ever had. My mom told me once that she knew my dad was the man for her because he made her feel like the most feminine, beautiful woman with just one touch. Of course, at the time I didn’t realize she might be talking about sex, but sometimes I would catch Dad trail his hands across her shoulders, and she would visibly shiver.

Christian’s touch made the skin beneath it shiver in the best way.

I moaned as he moved deeper. My hands scratched up and down his back. His skin felt silken under my fingers, and his muscles felt even better up close and personal. He’s like a Greek God that decided to take a curvy, sad girl as his lover (I don’t think that normally goes incredibly well, but I’m going with it.) I’ve never felt so connected with someone else or my own body than here and now.

“How are you doing?” he asked as he looked into my eyes with his nose touching mine.

“Beautiful,” I breathed as he thrust slightly faster.

He smiled, “I don’t think that’s the correct word for the question.”

“Shhh. Romance is happening right….”

Before I could finish, he thrust deeper and made my toes curl. We breathed heavily together as our hips answered each other. I wasn’t sure if I should just lie still as he moved, but I wanted to feel him closer. He knew exactly which buttons to push. As I started to moan louder, he reached down and rubbed my clit in a sensual circle.

My mind started to lose all reason. I only know the feeling of him inside me, and it’s the only thing I want at this moment. I felt myself start to constrict around him as he moved faster and his own moaning started to increase. He began to curse softly under his breath. I bit my lip, hoping not to say something stupid as I felt my body transcend into an enlightened existence.

“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.” I couldn’t stop myself. I lost control of my normally rational voice box.

He clutched my hand and kissed me, though I couldn’t help but moan in his mouth as we both came together. We lied there for a long moment, intertwined in each other’s arms. I felt at peace with him still inside of me after it had ended. It felt even more intimate than the act itself.

“It might be too soon, but I wanted to say that I love you,” he said softly as he pulled out slowly.

“I think it might be too soon, but I love you too,” I answered.

He smiled and kissed me sweetly. His arms wrapped around me, and we fell asleep. I dreamt of Christian meeting my family, and my father giving his blessing. We then cleaned a cemetery for some reason, but Christian and I walked among the gravestones laughing and talking, looking very much in love.