Her Holiday Bear (A BBW Paranormal Christmas Romance) Page 6

  He took her hand and kissed the palm. “I love you, Ally.

  “And I love you.”

  Her words released the bonds he’d wrapped around his bear years ago. He’d always thought of himself a loner as a man—and bear. He was someone who had never wanted a mate or family. That had changed the day Ally had driven into town.

  “Now are you going to mate me or what?” Her smile should have warned him. Should have made him remember the fiery night they had just shared.

  “Oh, yeah, baby.” His bear roared in agreement, pushing to the surface. It wanted to drag her to the floor, mount her, and sink its fangs into the succulent flesh where her neck joined her shoulder. Taste the sweet essence of her blood as he released his seed inside her.

  But first, he needed to burn off some of this want. Their mating would be hot, of that there was no doubt. That didn’t mean he had to take her like an animal. His bear cuffed at that thought. Okay, so maybe it would be a little animalistic since there were two sides of him to satisfy. The man and the bear.

  He cupped her breasts, holding their plump weight in his palms. She leaned into his touch and his fingers tightened, making her groan. He ran his thumbs over her pearled nipples. She dropped her hands and dug her fingers into the coat covering his biceps. Stepping forward, he crowded her against the wall and realized he had on to many damn clothes. Pulling back, he shrugged off the heavy coat, letting it fall to the floor. She bent her leg, wrapping it around his thigh, pushing the Stetson from his head.

  “Jagger, I hurt.” She panted the three words. Words that traveled straight to his cock.

  Mate. Claim. Fuck.

  For the first time in months, he was in complete agreement with his bear. He wanted the memories of this moment to make her wet every damn time she thought about it. Moving slowly, methodically, he pressed against the lush feminine woman in his arm, butting the mound between her legs with the bulge behind the zipper of his jeans. He pressed down hard and her breath grew shallow as he continued to rock against her pussy in a rhythm that left little doubt as to what he was about to do to her. “I’ll take care of you, baby. I’ll take real good care of you,” he finished with a growl.

  “Too… many… clothes,” she gasped.

  He grabbed the neck of her sweater and ripped it down the middle.

  “Jagger!”

  “Hush.” He placed a hard kiss on her pouty lips as he tore her bra in half. He pushed the cups aside so he could hold those beautiful breasts with nothing between them. His palms were hot as they engulfed her size. His thumbs brushed her nipples. Circled them, as his hips pushed into the cradle of her body. He rubbed her breasts with his palms and rubbed her with his cock. He bent his head to touch her with his mouth. Ally’s body jerked. He touched her nipple with his tongue, painted it gently with the wet tip. He slowly sucked it into his mouth. The tips of his fangs scraped over her nipple. Sensation waved through him. Heat and desire. She clasped his head between her hands, pulling him closer.

  “Please, Jagger. Please,” she moaned.

  This wasn’t enough for either of them. He needed to be inside her. Pushing down her leg, he found the fastener of her jeans, lowered the zipper, and divested her of the rest of her clothing in a matter of minutes.

  Once he had her naked, he stepped back, but not far. “Turn around.”

  She looked at him, her eyes glazed.

  “Turn around.” This time the order was primal in its demand.

  Ally had never seen Jagger so intense. Intent. Her breasts ached from his touch, her pussy soaked from the sensations of him rocking against her, but she was still hungry. So very, very hungry.

  He kicked her feet apart making her lose her balance. She had to widen her stance or risk falling. The palms of her hands slid down the wall. His smoothed over her hips and down her bottom. His hand moved up her thigh to cup her between her legs.

  “You’re so damn hot, baby. So damn wet.” He rubbed his fingers along her slit and she couldn’t contain the moan that rose inside her throat. Her breasts tightened as a wave of lust singed her. Every part of her throbbed and ached for him. He pulled his hand away and Ally wanted to protest. She jumped as his mouth covered her pussy from behind. Sweet heavens, she’d never heard of such a thing.

  “Easy.” His hands tightened on her hips, holding her still. A low moan of response was wrenched from her as he suckled her nether lips and then parted them to invade her center.

  How the hell was he doing that?

  He licked and he sucked, using his mouth, his tongue… heaven help her… his teeth. He nibbled at her flesh before returning to stroking her with the flat, broad surface of his tongue. Over and over again, he tasted her, drinking up every drop of her nectar.

  “More,” she panted as she pushed back against him. He growled and the vibration traveled through her body. She wasn’t a shifter, but something inside of her responded to the sound.

  His hands moved to cup her ass, one cheek in each of his big hands. His thumbs found and stroked along the seam of her bottom, parting her cheeks and spreading her wide. She felt his tongue thrust inside her once again, thick and long and she lost it. Her release ran through her faster than a streak of lightning against the dark summer sky. She writhed in his hold, crying out as pleasure ripped through her body. He continued to thrust inside her, riding out her orgasm. “Enough, Jagger. Enough.”

  She heard the sound of a zipper as it was lowered and then the hard, warm press of his back on hers, his cock a steel rod along the cheeks of her ass. Her pussy, just satisfied, clenched, anticipating the feel of him deep inside her. Need, need like nothing she’d ever felt before raced through her.

  “I can’t resist you,” he said, his words so low she barely heard him.

  “Why would you want to?”

  “I’ll hurt you.”

  “No, no you won’t.” She shook her head wildly, pressing back against him, hoping to force him inside her. “Don’t wait, fuck me now.”

  He rubbed the swollen head along her slit, wetting the flesh. With his hand still wrapped around his cock, he eased inside, his fingers pressing open the lips of her pussy as he anchored himself inside.

  “I will, baby. You know I will.” Even as he spoke, he was moving his hips, entering her with a hard thrust. He moved, spreading his hands along her shoulder blades, forcing her upper body down. His hands caressed her as his hips moved. Loud moans filled the room as he fucked her, hard and fast.

  If he was hurting her, Ally thought, she never wanted him to stop.

  Her blood hummed, her ears buzzed. “You will never hurt me.”

  As if her words had freed something inside him, he released his bear. His hips slammed into hers and his fingertips dug so deep into the flesh of her hips she knew she would have bruises in the morning. The head of his cock hit that sweet spot deep inside her. He hadn’t removed his jeans and the rough denim chafing the back of her thighs added a layer of sensation to his rough taking.

  Her body trembled and a flash of heat prickled across her skin from her head to her toes, then centered in her core. She could swear she felt the pulse of his cock as he moved inside her.

  Jagger threw his head back and roared with his release as sensation after sensation traveled along his cock. He throbbed in her channel and his cum spurted inside her pussy, coating her womb with his warmth, with his seed. A picture of her, round and beautiful with his cubs flashed through his mind.

  Mine. Mate. Claim.

  He continued to thrust into her, continued to pour his essence inside her as he bent over her trembling body. Sinking his fangs into her shoulder, he marked her. Claimed her.

  “Jagger!” His name was a ragged cry on her lips as her body shuddered beneath his. He worked his hips, moving in and out of her, feeling the walls of her pussy squeeze down on his cock with every contraction of her orgasm. He continued pumping, drawing out their climaxes until they were both satisfied.

  Or as satisfied as he could ever be. He would
always want her with a desperation he could never explain. Retracting his fangs, he licked the wound he’d made on her unblemished skin to help it heal faster. His mark would remain as a reminder that this woman belonged to his bear. He knew she had the courage and strength to be the mate of a bear–even one as contrary and hard to love as him.

  “Are you okay?” he asked placing kisses along her back. He moved her hair at of the way so he could kiss the nape of her neck. “I didn’t hurt you?”

  “Mmm, no.”

  “Good.” he pulled himself out of her body slowly. He heard a soft gasp and knew while he may not have hurt her, her body would still pay the price for their rough loving. Turning her around, he took her mouth. He held nothing back, his mouth moving over hers, his teeth nipping at her bottom lip and his tongue thrusting inside. She matched his passion, tasting him, biting his lower lip, and moaning in his mouth as their tongues tangled together.

  He ran a finger down her cheek and across her swollen lips. She leaned into his touch, love shining from her eyes. To think, he had almost thrown this away. Stayed in the cold, dark place that had been his home for so many years. His breath disappeared and he couldn’t help pulling her closing. “You’re mine now, Ally.”

  “I know.” She gave him such a tender smile he was almost afraid to say anything else. But she needed to know. If, if she couldn’t live with what they had done, she needed to leave now, now before… who the hell was he kidding? If she ever walked away from him, she would rip his heart from his body. Her hand caressed his chest, lingering over the brown nibs of his nipples. His cock, though just thoroughly satisfied, was still hard. It wouldn’t take too many of her caresses to bring the bear roaring back to the forefront either. And that’s what he’d been afraid of. Craving her touch and not having it. He knew now he’d take every day with her and consider it a blessing, a gift from fate.

  “Then I guess we better do this right.” He straightened his jeans and picked her up to carry her in front of the fireplace. He wrapped her in the quilt she kept on top of the couch to snuggle beneath on cold winter’s nights, urging her to sit down.

  Ally smiled in happiness as Jagger lit a fire. With the flames flickering and the lights of the Christmas tree twinkling and her pussy aching from Jagger’s love making… yep she was really, really happy. She watched as he bent over to pick up his discarded coat and hat. She licked her lips as his jeans tightened over his firm butt cheeks. When he turned around and walked back toward her, she opened the quilt wide, inviting him to her.

  What he did next wasn’t at all what she expected. She let her arms drop slowly, the quilt falling off her shoulders as he knelt down on one knee. She realized he held a green velvet box in his hand.

  “Ally, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife? You are my mate, forever and always bound to me and my bear, but I want everyone, human or shifter, to know that.”

  “Oh, Jagger, you didn’t have to do this.” Ally covered her mouth with one of her hands, the over still clutched tightly around the edges of the quilt.

  “Yes, yes I did. I do.” He smiled one of his rare smiles that could have melted her panties right off her, if she’d been wearing any. It did melt her heart just a little bit more. As she continued to stare at her, his smile faded. “Say something Ally. Say you’ll marry me.”

  She took a deep breath, her heart beating with happiness. “I felt something for you the first moment I saw you. I am delighted to be your mate and I would be honored to be your wife.”

  He took the ring from the box and slid it onto her finger, kissing it reverently. He rose to his feet. His jeans had slipped further off his hips, revealing the thatch of dark hair on his groin. The head of his engorged cock rose about the waistband. Wanting, needing. Just like her. She let go of her quilt and stood up, baring her body to her lover, to her bear.

  “Kiss me, Jagger,” she asked, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling his face closer to hers. “Kiss me, my holiday bear.”

  The snow continued to fall that night, cocooning the tiny town under a blanket of white. Inside the house, on the edge of the forest, a curvy schoolteacher and her big, grumpy bear made beautiful holiday memories to together.

  NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR

  Thank you so much for choosing to read my story. I know your time is limited and I hope I have provided you with a way to escape your everyday problems for an hour or two. All women, and all men for that matter, deserve to be loved. I write about women who are on the curvy side, maybe a little plain, but always the most beautiful woman in the room… to her mate.

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