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  Chapter Eight

  I knew I should have invited Ali to spend the night in my bed, but really I was still in shock knowing that my grandmother had been right all along. My mate was to be a non-shifter. The enemy as they were once known to my kind. I put my hands behind my head and watched the reflection the trees made on my bedroom ceiling as the moon shone brightly behind them.

  I’d felt her fear but then she was calm when I’d approached her as my bear half. Her touch had been so gentle, so respectful for the creature that I was.

  And making love to her…I knew the minute I plunged into her that she was mine. Did she feel the same connection? I knew it was hard for a non-shifter to grasp the whole mate concept. It’s not just about falling in love, but two hearts and minds that are destined to find one another and be together no matter what obstacles get in their way.

  I turned onto my side. I never sleep much but tonight I just couldn’t drift off even for ten minutes. I was a bear in love, but my biggest fear was that Allison would not wish to take a werebear as her partner. I knew of a few couples who had already applied for a mate permit. So many hoops to jump through but maybe one day things would be different. Perhaps my children wouldn’t have to face the hatred and bias opinions.

  My children. The ones I wanted with Ali.

  I’d do anything to convince that I was her bear.

  Chapter Nine

  I was barely able to walk the next morning. I had the double whammy, sore butt from the tree grazing, and a pussy that hadn’t been worked out like that for…well forever.

  I hobbled down the stairs and into the dining room where Bear was sitting reading the newspaper and drinking coffee. He had that just-showered look, his hair still wet and pushed back from his unshaven face. A set of silver platters sat on the side table, and I assumed it was a buffet-style breakfast. Bear looked up and then squinted when he saw me almost limping in.

  “Sore bottom and equally sore pus…” I said, but Ted chose that moment to walk in with a coffee pot in his hand.

  “Ted, would you go fetch Ali some extra cushions for her chair because she worked out last night and is feeling the after effects.”

  “I certainly can.” Ted put the coffeepot down, winked at me and then left.

  “He knows doesn’t he?” I asked.

  “He’s the most discreet bear I know. And you realize you’re blushing again?”

  I held my face and felt the heat.

  “By the way, grab a plate and help yourself.” He pointed to the silver trays. “The sausages are Mabel’s own secret recipe.”

  I suddenly remembered my father making them when he’d come back from a hunting trip and bear, yes, real ones, were his favorite. I knew I’d gone red again and this time from the awful memory of my dad taking a bear’s life.

  “Something wrong?” asked Bear.

  Let’s hope he couldn’t read minds.

  “Nope, just thinking about the day ahead.”

  Ted returned with a cushion and placed it on my chair. I gathered up sausages, eggs, and toast on my plate and sat next to Bear, our legs, bumping one another as I gave out an “ouch” when I put my whole weight down.

  “What hurts worse, your backside or your pussy?” Bear asked.

  Before answering, I turned around to make sure that Ted had left the room. He had so I responded. “Both,” I said.

  “You’ll toughen up and the next time will be a breeze.” Bear slid his hand under my skirt and let it rest on my thigh.

  “So there is going to be a next time? Last night wasn’t just a one-time only fuck?” I asked.

  “What sort of werebear do you think I am?”

  “One that got arrested several times for messing around with non-shifters.”

  I wanted to make sure he wasn’t a “love and leave them” sort of guy before I gave myself to him again.

  He waved his hand in the air. “Something foolish in my past.”

  “I’m glad to hear that.”

  He nodded. “Now eat your breakfast before it gets cold.”

  Bear was lots of things and bossy was one of them, but I liked it.

  “I have just the thing to make you feel better,” he said. He walked his fingers up my thigh. I stopped eating.

  “No, you carry on, don’t mind me.”

  I had a sense of what he was about to do, but I lifted my fork and ate some of the scrambled egg.

  Bear pushed my panties to one side and let his fingers glide down into my folds.

  “You just need a little loving, and you’ll be fine,” Bear said.

  He pushed his finger toward my pussy opening, and I edged forward, knowing exactly what he was going to do.

  I spread my legs and despite the soreness, enjoyed him easing his finger inside me.

  I closed my eyes, thinking back to the night before and our frantic fuck against the tree.

  “That’s it, just close your eyes and enjoy yourself. It’s a great way to start the day.”

  I had to agree, but I could no longer concentrate on eating. I put the fork down and held the edge of the table, spreading my legs more and grinding my butt into the cushion. It no longer hurt because all the pleasure Bear was lavishing upon me took every bit away.

  He twirled his finger inside me, making my body spasm as I gripped the edge of the table tighter. I groaned as I felt myself sliding closer to climax. It was slowly building, and I squeezed my eyes shut to enjoy every second of it as I shook and relaxed back on the cushion. Bear removed his finger just as Mabel walked in with a pot of fresh coffee.

  “And what have you two been up to?” she asked.

  “We’ve been sitting here enjoying your food.” Bear grabbed her and planted a kiss on the side of her face.

  “He always does that when he’s been a bad boy. You look a bit suspicious too, Ms. Bixby. I’d say there’s been some hanky-panky going on.”

  I almost choked on the orange juice I was sipping and had to dab my mouth with a napkin.

  “Hanky-panky. What a delightful word. I like the sound of that,” Bear said.

  “Well just be careful that you’ve got a permit. I don’t want you carted away again.”

  Bear smiled as she walked away with the dirty dishes.

  “I really like Mabel,” I said.

  “I do too, and I’m glad you feel that way. Okay, now that we’re fed, and you’ve had an orgasm, I think it’s time to get down to some work.”

  Chapter Ten

  I watched Ali as she went about her work organizing everything that was being arranged in the marquee, everything from the chairs to the flower arrangements. I no longer cared if she knew I was observing her because I hoped she already knew I wanted more than a client-employee relationship with her.

  I laughed as they plugged in the chocolate fountain and she put her fingers under it and took a sample. She glanced my way and put her thumb up to me.

  By afternoon, she had everything under control just as I knew she would. She had every quality I desired in a mate, right down to being highly organized. We werebears are very picky about things like that.

  As she stood outside and greeted members of the band who would perform that night, a ping of jealousy surged through my body as one of the guys began paying close attention to her and then made her roar with laughter.

  “Don’t worry she only has eyes for you,” Ted said. He stood beside me. We’d been together for so long he knew what I was watching and what I was thinking. He could always sense when I was worried about something.

  “Is she your mate?” he asked.

  “I believe she is.”

  “Then you don’t have to worry about men like that. I mean even if they are non-shifters like her. A woman like Ms. Bixby knows a good bear when she sees one.”

  He was gone before I could respond. I looked at my watch. It was only a few hours until the beginning of the party, and I had to go get washed, shaved, and ready to greet my first guest. I walked up the stairs wondering what dress Al
i would wear and if I’d be able to keep my hands off her. Tonight when the party was over, I was going to carry her up these stairs, take her to my room and make love to her like only a werebear could.

  Chapter Eleven

  I was officially working so I couldn’t spend all my time looking at Bear but the second I’d seen him that evening, well, it was almost as if I suddenly believed in love at first sight. I’d felt a surge go through me like I’d been plugged into a live circuit. I’d found him attractive the minute I’d seen him, but now as if I viewed him through a different set of eyes. I tried not to stare every time I saw him, but it was hard not to. He looked so handsome in his black suit, crisp white shirt, and black bowtie.

  “This is a total success and all thanks to your hard work.”

  I hadn’t realized that Bear was standing directly behind me.

  “So many people want to hire the company. I’m sure Josie will be thrilled.”

  I turned around to look at him.

  “Bear, what a wonderful get-together and those dragon breath shrimp—I can’t stop eating them,” said a man as he walked by holding a plate of the finger foods.

  “He’ll probably pay for his greed later,” whispered Bear.

  I laughed.

  “I haven’t told you how beautiful you look tonight, and I think it only fair as host that I get to dance with you.”

  “But I’m working.”

  “Yes, for me and only me.”

  He pulled me toward the dance floor and nodded to the band. A tangolike song began to play.

  “But I don’t know how to tango,” I said.

  “I do so go where my body takes you.”

  Everyone stood to the sides of the dance floor as Bear and I took our places and I suddenly felt nervous about humiliating myself big time.

  Bear grabbed my hand and pulled me into his body and soon he was pulling me to the left, and then he snapped his head to the right and spun me. My feet could hardly keep up and I felt like this was the scene from Scent of a Woman.

  I trusted Bear and let him lead me, my body melting into his, and soon I was doing moves I’d seen on YouTube but never dared do myself. It was almost as if we were perfect partners or had done this in another life.

  I noticed Ted and Mabel standing watching us and laughing as we whizzed by them close to the edge of the floor. Ted put his fingers in his mouth and whistled just as the music stopped and everyone clapped our performance. Bear spun me around to the applause and then kissed the back of my hand.

  Soon everyone was back on the dance floor, and Bear and I were dancing with them to the band’s rendition of “Simply Irresistible.”

  “Where did you learn to dance like this?” I asked Bear.

  “It comes naturally to a bear shifter.”

  I didn’t know whether to believe it or not but he knew all the moves, especially the next one when he pulled me in close as the music changed to a slow number.

  He had an erection that was hard to miss as it stabbed against my belly. His body was warm and muscular, and I smelled a combination of him, werebear, and the sexy cologne he favored. I put my cheek on his chest and closed my eyes, allowing him to lead me around the dance floor. I could stay like this forever but tomorrow I was going home, and I didn’t know if I’d ever see Bear again. A tear ran from my eye, and it was almost as if he knew I was suddenly melancholy. He kissed the top of my head.

  “I hope that dress you’re wearing wasn’t expensive,” he asked.

  “No, why?”

  “Because once I’ve said goodbye to the last of my guests I’m taking you upstairs and I’m going to rip it from your body and then fuck you all night long.”

  Chapter Twelve

  I don’t know if it was my imagination or my impatience perhaps, but it seemed the last of the guests, a man and woman who I’d known for five years, didn’t seem to want to leave. I didn’t want to seem rude but at the same time, I wanted to open the door and say see ya.

  What made the whole situation worse was Ali was standing in the hallway and in my view. She turned sideways allowing me to see the outline of her breasts and butt in the clingy red wrap around dress. I liked my lips. She reminded me of the story of Little Red Riding Hood, and I was the big bad bear.

  I yawned. Yes, I was desperate enough to let my guests think they were boring me and keeping me from bed.

  “I’m sure you want to go to bed,” the man finally said.

  Oh how true was that but not to sleep but to fuck, fuck, fuck.

  “We’ll get together next week for dinner,” I said.

  “Would love to.”

  I shook his hand and then kissed his wife on the cheek.

  “Fantastic party and you must give me the name of the company who organized it,” he said as he stepped outside.

  I waved, shut the door, turned around and put my back against it. Ali was now standing just a few feet from me. I could smell that she was just as anxious to get upstairs as me. My bear nose told me she was wet and waiting for me. She removed her high-heeled shoes and slung them over her shoulder.

  “Here I come,” I said.

  In one easy swoop, I had her in my arms, and I made my way up each step, my cock getting harder with each one I took. She put her arms around my neck and her perfume mixed with her scent invaded my senses.

  “You’ll be gentle with me, right,” Ali said, as I headed to the door of my room.

  “Is that what you really want?” I asked her.

  She shook her head and smiled. “I want you to be a rough werebear.”

  I kicked open the door, went inside, and threw her gently down on the bed.

  I wanted her more than anything I’d ever wanted in my life. I was going to rip off her dress and whatever was underneath it. I put my knee on the bed and leaned over to look at her. Her dark hair lay spread out on the pillow, and her lips with the shiny red gloss beckoned to me.

  I kissed her while I gave a tug on the belt on the dress and then in one swift flick of my wrist, I had the dress off her.

  “Don’t worry I’ll buy you another one,” I whispered to her.

  I touched her breasts and moved my fingers over her nipples that pushed against her black lace bra. I felt them harden upon my touch, and it made my cock strain against my pants.

  I lavished kisses on her belly before putting my hand to the lace of her panties and pulled it twice until it lay in shreds around her body.

  I hadn’t seen much in the dark the other night, and even at breakfast the other day had only felt the treasure between her legs. I spread them apart, seeing the thick dark curls in contrast with the pink folds, and my first glimpse of the opening of her sex.

  I wanted to taste her tonight. I got between her legs and leaned over and kissed her folds, hearing her sigh which made my dick grow long and hard.

  She tasted as good as I’d imagined and I wanted even more of her taste and odor on me.

  After placing both my hands on the top of her thighs, I lapped at her clit until she wiggled and I had to hold her still so I could spear her pussy with my tongue. She loved it. I knew she did because I could smell her arousal, taste it too, and it was sweet just like her.

  She groaned and sighed, and I felt her legs stiffen under my hands.

  “I’m coming so fast,” she murmured.

  I licked and flicked harder until my tongue almost couldn’t keep up with my need to please her. Finally, her body shook and a tiny scream escaped from her lips.

  “I want you inside me,” she said.

  I wanted it too. Ali watched me undress and slip on the condom. Soon I was back on the bed and between her thighs. I spread her labia and saw her juices gradually making their way from her opening. I couldn’t wait any longer. I held my cock and slid it into her, closing my eyes and savoring what it felt like, inch by delightful inch.

  I remembered she wanted a rough werebear so I moved my hips and thrust hard. She lifted her legs upward allowing me to slide deeper into her. Sheer
bliss for this bear. She held my arms, and I drove deeper and harder. I listened to her heart beating and her little groans. Her pussy tightened around my dick, and I knew she was getting close to her orgasm. I pushed myself more than I’d ever done for a woman.

  “Bear,” she cried out as her pussy grabbed and milked me.

  It wouldn’t be long as I gave one final thrust…

  “Ali,” I shouted as I drifted into a place of paradise.

  Chapter Thirteen

  “Ride me,” Bear said.

  I looked at his cock. It was hard again and he only just pulled out of me.

  He flopped on his back and sheathed himself before offering me his hand.

  “Another werebear trait?” I asked.

  “Yeah, you’ll never want sex with anyone but a bear ever again,” he said. “We can get hard within seconds after coming.”

  The mere thought of that excited me more. I slid my leg over his thigh, lifted my body up, and impaled myself down on his cock. I unclasped my bra, slid it off my body and flung it on the floor.

  “That’s quite the sight for me,” Bear said.

  I’ve always been conscious of my body, especially my boobs, oftentimes wishing they were smaller but being with Bear, seeing the appreciation of my body through his eyes, made me feel comfortable and for the first time in my life, I loved being me.

  I lifted my hips and began a steady rise and fall. Bear’s long cock scraped my pussy walls. He placed his hands on my thighs, rubbing them back and forth causing every nerve ending in my body to tingle. Finally, we held hands, palm to palm pushing against one another as I lifted my butt and slid up and down on his shaft. The tip of his cock speared the area near my G-spot, making me draw in my breath because I experienced what I could only describe as a mini-orgasm that took me by surprise. I rose higher, and Bear lifted his body to greet mine as I sat back down, rocking back and forth, feeling what was about to happen. It started in my toes, traveled up my calves, seem to skip my thighs, and I whimpered and shook as Bear lifted me up, held me and then set me by his side on the bed. We lay together, my hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat pound inside it.