Scrooge's Bear (Erotic Shifter Fairy Tales) (4 page)

“Ah,” she cried out at the sharp
sting. She reached up and placed two fingers on her bottom lip.

He set his lips along the shell of
her ear. “My apologies. I seemed to have gotten a little carried away.” His
voice was rough and intoxicating. “Let me take care of that.”

His brushed small kisses along her
cheek until her arrived at the corner of her mouth. There he licked along her
bottom lip and removed the soreness and sting of the scrape. His tongue swiped
over it once, twice and returned two more times as if he couldn’t get enough of
the small taste of her.

She could understand on
some level, because those delicate licks were doing something to her. Something
she couldn’t explain. The single word
need
seemed to explode in her
mind.

This time she initiated the kiss,
burying her hands in his hair, she fisted the thick black locks holding him in
place as she claimed his mouth.

As strong as he was, she didn’t fool
herself for a moment in believing that she was overpowering him or making him
remain still as she feasted from his mouth. Oh, no.

He was permitting her the lead. He
wasn’t a bystander by any means. The big man participated but allowed her to
control the depth of the kiss.

When she left his lips and dragged
her mouth along the column of his throat, she felt the vibrations along her
tongue of the rumble that passed through his vocal cords on its way out of his
mouth.

His skin had a salty/sweetness to it
that she savored. However, it was nothing compared to his scent—a nutty fresh
smell that reminded her of enjoying a slice of pecan pie in the park while the
leaves were falling. The sensory image didn’t make sense since she never
allowed herself to consume sweets and she couldn’t recall the last time she
went to the park to just sit and relax. Usually, the natural scenery was a blur
in her periphery as she ran her five miles four times a week.

How could the smell of this man make
her long for something she’d never had?

“I’m sorry about your suit.”

“What happened to my— Ah!” Shocked
at the sight of her jacket, shirt and bra lying in tatters around her feet like
confetti, she stared at him.

“I had to see you…touch you and I
couldn’t wait another minute.” There wasn’t an ounce of remorse reflected in
his gaze.

She told herself to be scared and
appalled at his behavior, but she couldn’t draw those emotions up. They were
overpowered by the urgency within her to feel his hands on her skin.

“Touch me…feel me.” Was that a
pleading sound in her voice? Who was the woman in this room?

“You’re in charge.” He winked at
her.

She almost giggled at his words. She
doubted she ever had charge of this man. Maybe that was the allure to him. Was
she perhaps tired of being able to make men cower in her presence? Jump at a
single word from her?

She didn’t know and at this moment,
she didn’t fucking care either, as Dainton’s lips were creating a direct path
from her collarbone to her breasts. She arched her back and offered herself to
him.

He licked between her breasts,
designing along her sensitive skin there. Then he moved right and brushed his
cheek along the inner slope of one globe.

A sigh slipped from her mouth at his
gentle touch.

Her wrapped a single broad arm
behind her back and lifted her up from the floor, angling her chest directly
before his mouth.

Men didn’t lift tall thick women
from the floor. However, that was exactly what Dainton had done with ease as if
she were no heavier than a feather-as if she weighed nothing at all.

He took the first nipple into his
mouth and drew on it hard.

Her palms smacked against the wall
behind her, the feeling of sucking and his tongue flicking hot pulses of heat
from her nipple to her clit. Her hands on the cool wall aided in her keeping
her sanity…some.

When he cupped her free breast with
his hand and began to squeeze and pluck the tip, all was lost. She began
mumbling his name.

 There came a feeling of something
piercing and sharp sinking into her. Before she could question him about what
he was doing, the world was kicked from under her.

“Oh, Oh…” With her head tossed back,
mouth gaped and her pelvis pushed forward grinding against his hard cock, her
body exploded. The instant, violent climax caught her unaware. Bucking and
screaming in the arms of this big man, her mind turned to mush.

There was a popping sound as he
released her nipple from his mouth.

“Fuck! Did you just come?”

She tilted her head forward and
stared at him as she gulped in deep breaths of air. She wanted to tell him no.
That it was impossible for her to orgasm simply by a man sucking…and biting…on
her breast. However, the true answer to his question with the cream now soaked
through her panties and the humming throb of her sex was yes.

“I guess so.” It wasn’t the most
intelligent thing to say, but at the moment she didn’t have much else.

“I have to taste you.” He kissed her
as he lowered her feet back to the floor.  He stepped back still cupping her
hips, his golden gaze holding hers. “Discover more of your musky, intoxicating
scent…from the source. I want to feel your pussy on my tongue.”

Such words. The wickedness of them
shocked her. Men didn’t whisper such things to her in the bedroom. Normally,
she preferred for them not to speak at all. Just get the job done. However, the
same could not be said for how her body quivered at the things he said.

When he was resting on his knees
before her, the memory of what he had done to her jacket and top popped into
her mind. “Wait, I’ll take off my—“

Too late. A loud ripping sound tore
through the room as Dainton pulled her pants and underwear in half as if they
were paper. Each side sagged down to her ankles.

“Damn that is one pretty, creamy
pussy. I need to taste you,” he said, his voice gruff.

When he leaned in, she clutched two
handfuls of his hair. “Wait! No more biting.”

As she gazed down at the gorgeous
man, she could clearly see the teeth marks that decorated the edge of her left
areola. It shined from the combination of the small amount of blood and his
saliva. Even as she chided him, her breast and body were still throbbing
deliciously. But, when this night was over, she didn’t want to have bite marks
all over her body. Her mind may have been firm on that, but her core seemed to
tighten with a sadness she refused to acknowledge.

Reaching up, he circled the tender
nipple, his finger stroking the marks he made—taunting her. “Whatever you
wish.”

Yeah, right.
She thought, as a sigh slipped from
her mouth at his enticing touch as she bowed her back away from the wall
wanting more.

Chapter
Three

Staring at the treat before him,
Dainton took hold of her thighs and widened her stance. He wanted to see all of
Ebony’s pretty pussy. He understood that the view would have been better if he
had laid her down on the bed and spread her legs wide, however, he didn’t have
the patience to move them. His bear was clawing at him for a taste of her
honey—now.

He’d been with women
that came easily before, but none so responsive to him. His gaze, touch, and
even his voice. But, Ebony’s body was like an instrument that only he knew the
cords to or how to play.
Why was that?

Even greater question
rolling through his mind, ‘Why did he bite her?’ Not once, but twice. The
initial nip of her lip had happened by accident. Or rather he was enjoying
kissing her so much that he didn’t care that his canines had extended. Besides,
he’d never been even close to tempted to bite any of the other women he’d lain
with.
Why Ebony?
 

But, once he’d had that small taste
of her, her sweet taste had detonated something wild in his body and freed
something in his soul. All he wanted to do was sink his teeth into her and
claim her. Then the second bite happened and something inside of him shifted.
The world he had known folded back and became something different—more vivid
and clear it seemed. And that scared the shit out of him.

He knew she had no clue what biting
meant to his kind, but he did. The first time had shocked him, the second time
had seemed to kick start his heart, something he didn’t quite understand. There
couldn’t and wouldn’t be a third bite. He couldn’t risk it. That act would mate
him until death to Ebony. Something that was not fair to a human female. As
well as to a constraining situation he told himself he never wanted. The best
thing for him to do would be to just walk away from this woman who seemed to
pose a threat to his sanity. However, he knew that if he even tried to walk
away from her now, his bear would cause him to shift right in the middle of the
hotel, without a care for appearances, just to get back to her. A situation
which would probably frighten the hell out of Ebony, seeing a huge bear
scratching at her hotel door.

“No more biting.” He
declared and refocused himself to the task at hand. Bringing the woman more
pleasure.

With a single finger he glided it
from the opening of her sex through her swollen, glistening lips to just below
her clit. He wanted to keep her on edge—panting for him. Pulling his hand away
and toward his mouth, he inhaled deeply and took in the heady aroma of her
scent. The clove and apricot blend was stronger and more gripping as it pooled
around her sex. 

Gazing up at her, watching her heavy
breathing, he waited until she met his stare before slipping his cream coated
finger into his mouth.  He groaned at the potent taste of her, making him
anxious to dive in for more.

“Hmm, like honey.” He wasn’t
referring to the taste, more of the affect it seed to have on him. Consuming
honey for a Were-bear was something they could never live without, now that he
had experienced her unique flavor, he would be hard pressed to keep himself
from hunting her down frequently just to savor her again…and again.

“I wouldn’t know,” her words came
out breathless.

“How is that possible?”

“I never allow myself to eat sweets
of any kind.”

He froze for a moment, shocked by
what she said. He understood that honey to humans didn’t mean what it did to
his kind—strength, life, health and sanity—but never to have tried it seemed to
be the most preposterous thing.

“We will have to rectify that
somehow.” He took hold of her hips and slid his hands around to cup her ass and
drag her forward. “Enough talking, I’m a hungry bear who’s ready to eat.”

He didn’t hesitate as he pressed his
tongue right over her clit, licking and circling the tight bud.  She thrust
closer to him then shied away a little as he burrowed deeper in her pussy.

However, he wasn’t having that.
Gripping the plump flesh in his hands, he held her in place. There was no way
such a delectable treat was getting away from him. He laved and suckled up and
around her labia drawing her supple skin into his mouth, cautiously keeping his
teeth away.

The sounds of her moans and whimpers
stoked the embers heating up inside of him, urging him on. Lowering his mouth,
he glided along her slit until he could dip his tongue inside her sweet pussy.
He pressed deep, teasing her walls and loving the feel of her clenching around
him.

He growled, purposely sending the
strong vibrations along her sex.

“Dainton…” She parted her thighs
wider as she fisted his hair at the crown of his head with one hand, while the
nails of her other hand scratched the surface of the wall.

Her cream coated his tongue as he
moved in and out capturing every droplet.

That’s when it happened. A picture
in bold, bright Technicolor unfolded before him.  All he could see were images.
Odd images that he would never think of. Ebony was lying in a field, the grass
brushing and caressing her bare body as he lay between her spread legs
pleasuring her. The sun was shining but pecan pies rained down around them
igniting and combining the scent of earth and nuts. Her face appeared dark with
arousal, but open and at peace as well.

The vision shifted and
he saw two animals running through the forest, nipping, playing and tumbling
over each other. One, large and dark he easily recognized. However, the other
was a mystery to him until it turned and gazed upon him with a white patch of
fur in the center of the head.
Ebony
?

Shaking and quivering, she climaxed
showering his tongue with her warm, wet essence.

“Bears? …bears…” she murmured.

The gasping shocked sound of the
woman before him, as well at the illuminating image had him jerking away,
ceasing the mental picture. His brow was drawn tight, almost to the point of
pain, as he attempted to sort out not only the scene but how Ebony had guessed
what he’d imagined.

Mind-link
. That one word shot through his
mind like a cannon—loud and piercing. It wasn’t possible. Ebony was human. Even
for those members of his county who had succumbed to their desire for a human
and married them, they never had the same deep connection. The couple never
mind-linked and the human never gained the ability to shift. The reason it was
such a precarious situation and usually strongly advised against.