Scrooge's Bear (Erotic Shifter Fairy Tales) (5 page)

“What’s wrong?” Her light brown eyes
searched his face.

The concern in her voice caused his
chest to ache. The last thing he wanted to do was worry her. He’d promised her
a night of pleasure and he wouldn’t renege on his vow just because he wanted to
run fast in the opposite direction of whatever the underlining situation was
happening between them. There would be plenty of time afterward for him to
think about what transpired during his drive back to Den. One thing he was sure
about, as soon as the right moment presented itself, he needed to get the hell
out of the city and back to familiar territory—literally and emotionally.

“Nothing, sweetheart.” He rose, shucking
his suit jacket and starting on the buttons of his shirt. “I’m just ready to
get you on that bed and bury myself deep inside you.”

“Oh.”

“Put those soft hands on me and help
me out of my clothes so I can fuck you properly.” He needed to keep things on a
strictly sexual level, the place he was most comfortable—like himself.

She hesitated for a moment as she
stepped out of her heels and shoved her torn pants and panties to the floor. He
only felt a smidge of sorrow for ruining her suit and hoped since she already
had the room booked she also had another set of clothes available.

“I’ll replace all that I’ve
destroyed.”

Looking up at him, she shook her
head. “No need. I’m more than financially able to provide for myself.” Taking
hold of his belt she worked it loose quickly.

There was a bite to her words, a
tone similar to the one she’d used downstairs when she was rattling off her
list of instructions.

“And I take care of what’s mine.”

Her fingers halted in the act of
dragging his zipper down, leaving it halfway undone. “But, I’m not—”

He pulled her to him and sealed his
mouth on hers. The feelings of possession and aggression had him silencing any
disavowing she was prepared to claim.

She grunted and pushed against his
chest, struggling against his dominance.

When his tongue brushed the tip of
hers as he sank into her mouth, her sounds turned to whimpers and sighs.

A wildness over took them as they
began to clutch, stroke each other—both needing and wanting more.

Pulling his mouth away,
he said, “I must have you
now
.”

“Yes.”

Urgency took hold of him, not
willing to wait the steps it would take to get to the bed. He flipped her
toward the wall and planted kisses and licks along her spine.

She moaned as she shimmied her hips.

He growled his pleasure at her
response as he shoved his pants to his hips then took hold of one of her legs.
He pulled it high, opening her for him as she pressed flush to the flat surface
before her. She’d need that support. He knew now that he would finally get
inside of her, he couldn’t even hope to be gentle.

He located her sex and slipped one
then two and finally a third finger inside of her, attempting to prepare her
for the size of his cock. From years of experience he knew she would adjust to
him, but didn’t want to cause her anymore discomfort than he had to.

Removing his hand, he pressed the
broad head of his cock to her.

“What are you—”

He entered her, guiding himself in
slowly.

“Ahh…”

Unsure if the sound was a scream or
a sigh, he pulled out and moved in again slower, going deeper. He made sure she
felt every inch of his dick as he claimed her.

“Mmm….ahhh… Dainton.”

He enjoyed the passionate sound of
his name from her mouth.

“I should get a condom.”

He parted her legs wider as he
positioned the head of his cock at her pussy. “No. I can’t carry your
diseases.”

“What? I don’t understand.”

He groaned as he stroked along her
slit, coating his crown with her cream. “I’ll explain later.” He was shaking
and everything around him was covered in a rich golden haze, unsure how much
longer he could keep himself from sinking into her. His body, soul, and beast
yearned for a connection with her. An ultimate bonding, something he could not
give into. But even with that knowledge, it didn’t remove the desire for it.

He pressed forward, feeling her
pussy part, opening for him. Pulling out he pushed further along her walls.

“Take all of me, Ebony.” In and out
he fit his length inside of her. Her pussy was so damn tight and hot along his
shaft. He never wanted to be separated from her.

“Ooooo….” She ground her ass against
his hips. “But what about—”

Groaning from the sensation, he
thrust forward, unsure of what she was going to say. A part of him cared, but
the animal part of him was aimed on one thing, mating.

“Ah! Yes…”

“Ebony…so…fucking…perfect…” He moved
back, hooked her knee over the bend of his arm and dragged her leg up higher
then drove back inside.

For purchase he held her other hip
as he took them both to ecstasy. Their rutting was hard and fast, but if his
bear couldn’t bite her, it still needed to mark her as his.

Leaning his chest away from her
back, he palmed her ass. The thick, round, chestnut hued flesh teased him,
beckoned him to play. He stroked the crease and followed it to the furrowed
opening. He brushed the ultra-sensitive area.

She moaned.

Gliding his cock out, he collected
her wetness from his shaft then smoothed the dew over the puckered skin as he
thrust inside of her again.

She whimpered and bucked her hips
back.

He wondered if Ms. Controlled and
Straitlaced had ever allowed a man to enter there and take her to an untamed
climax. He doubted it. And tonight in his anxious state, there would be no time
for him to coach her through it. After this, there would be no other chance for
them. His chest ached and his bear whined; he ignored both.

“Wait, Dainton.” She went still as
he slipped the tip of his thumb inside her ass.

Moving his dick out, he leaned
toward her and licked the shell of her ear as he guided back into her pussy and
pushed his thumb a little more.

Tremors rocked her body and her moan
came out in a stutter as if she tried to fight her response to the act.
“It’s…too wi—”

“Wicked?” He started a rhythm.
Thrusting both of his members inside of her openings.

“Yes…Ooo, terribly so.”

“Do you want me to stop? Stop the
wickedness?” He taunted her with one of her many rules and made her face her
own desire.

He worked her body, waiting to see
if she would tell him to end the nefarious pleasure.

“Ebony, do you want me to stop
fondling you? Stop fucking you?”

She rotated her hips along his shaft
and thrust back onto him and took his thumb deeper.

He understood her response. He
didn’t need her to break her own code verbally. “Take your pleasure,
sweetheart.”

And pleasing her was his aim. He
spread his feet as wide as his slacks would allow and angled his hips for the
deepest penetration into her. Their flesh slapped as their bodies pounded
against the wall.

A grating sound exploded into the
room as her short, manicured nails clawed and scratched along the antique wall
paper.

“I’m-m-m….I’mmmm—” she screamed as
her release broke forth.

Her clutching quivering sex pulled
his own orgasm from him.

~YH~

Dainton stumbled blindly toward the
bed. His vision obscured by the lust haze, hindering him from clearly seeing
anything but Ebony. One climax had not been enough. His cock was still hard,
his bear still demanding.

When they finally landed on the bed,
he turned her to face him. He ground his shaft through her cream and over her
hardened clit.

“Don’t stop.” She gripped his
shoulders, embedding her nails in his muscles and pumped her hips.

The sting of pain excited his bear.
He growled, “That’s it, sweetheart.” Leaning down, he laid his chest over hers
and kissed her as his hips rocked a hard rhythm greeted by the woman beneath
him.

Pulling back he pushed inside of her
and was delighted to feel how her pussy welcomed him in again. The folds of her
labia surrounded him, holding him like a perfect glove.  He never wanted to be
separated from her.

When he felt the vibrations around
his cock, a signal that Ebony was about to be overtaken by another orgasm he
flattened his palms on the headboard, to protect her. Sex wasn’t a gentle
affair with his kind, and normally he could temper his passion and response to
a human woman, but not with Ebony. He was having a hard time keeping his animal
side in check.

He set his lips on the shell of her
ear and whispered a warning, “Hold on…this ride is about to get real rough.”

She looped her hands under his arms
and clutched his shoulders from behind. “Give it to me, Dainton…I can take it.”

Somewhere inside of him, he detected
the truth of her words. With a growl, he buried his face in the curve over her
neck and began to pound his cock into her.

True to her statement, Ebony raised
her knees and cradled his sides with her supple thighs.

With her acquiesce his bear took
over.

~YH~

Dainton’s thick, hard shaft slammed
into her. It stretched and reshaped her sex for his possession. His loving was
fierce and wild and she felt just as untamed and feral. She couldn’t keep the
images of the two bears out of her mind. Unsure of where the thoughts came from
she allowed them to roam free in her head, in some inherent way she sensed
there was a connection between the animals and her and Dainton.

She couldn’t explain it. She refused
to use her energy to decipher it at the moment. No, her whole being and focus
belonged to the man taking her to the end of the world with his passion.

As he thrust harder and deeper into
her, she arched up to him, rotating her hips and pressing her sex up along his
shaft, meeting him. She moaned, having never felt so alive before.

Gazing up at him, he appeared
feral—those thick black locks of his were unruly around his head, ravaged by
her fingers during the night’s events.  Dainton. Her mind brought up the image
of one of the bears, the larger of the two, held it there like a still frame.
As if intuition guided him to gaze down at her, he lowered his head and stared
at her with stormy golden eyes—captivating eyes.

“Beautiful.” Reaching up, she
caressed the skin over one metallic orb and followed an invisible path around
it to the lower lid. She couldn’t explain her reaction to the odd appearance of
his eye. However, seeing them did what it had been doing all night, causing a
burning ball of desire to spin down her spine and land in her core—heightening
her arousal.

She felt her sex tightening around
him as another orgasm started to build and spread from her center out. “Don’t
stop….please…Dainton.” She begged him as if she hadn’t had any other climax all
night but this one, which was not the case. There had been too many to count.

“Never.” Grunting, he leaned down
and kissed her. He took possession of her mouth, as his dick claimed her body.
After tonight there would never been another man for her, but Dainton. Never be
another man she wanted or desired as much as she would this man. And he would
be walking out of her life, all too soon.

Over and against her, his body began
to shake and his thrusts became erratic—no longer so precise.

As she returned his kiss, she became
aware that he must have released the headboard because his hands gripped her
ass and held her up away from the bed as he rose to his knees and administered
his final forward drive and showered her walls with his heat. His roar of
pleasure vibrated along her cheeks and down her throat as if she were the one
making the fierce sound.

The intense warmth catapulted her
into the heavens as she screamed her release into the mouth of the man still
kissing her.

His movements slowed and his kiss
gentled as they settled onto the bed, their breathing rough and fast.

Chapter
Four

When Dainton rolled to the side and
attempted to bring her with him to curl up at his side, she wiggled away. After
sex cuddling was something that lovers did. They were not lovers. Not in the
truest sense of the word.

Ebony dragged her tender body to the
side of the bed. She needed to get control of the situation again. Even as
aftershocks of pleasure still had her quaking inside, she needed to get herself
together. Time to show this man out before she didn’t have the strength to send
him away.

With a deep breath of fortitude she
rose to her feet and moved a little unsteadily to the door. She picked up her
purse from the floor where it had fallen when Dainton had pressed her to the
wall and kissed her, carrying it to the dresser and reaching inside of it. Her
body ached and throbbed all over in a way she’d never experienced with a man
before. The kind of soreness she’d heard women whisper about across tables or
in fitness center locker rooms. Keeping her back to him she allowed herself a
small smile of satisfaction. The man had been more than worth the money she
paid for him and had earned one hell of a tip.