Love at First Roar (BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Werebear Romance) (Grayslake Book 4) (28 page)

“Yes,” she hissed and arched, rocking into his gentle thrust.

Of course, it wasn’t long before they were less than gentle. They turned into deep, forceful thrusts that rocked the bed and sent it thumping against the wall. A sensuous retreat and then a forceful advance, emptying and filling her in equal measure. With each one she gasped, with each one he groaned, and with each one they reached for their peak.

When they came, they’d also claim, the pleasure overriding any hints of pain.

She was ready. More than ready.

Kira worked with him, panting and heaving in an effort to race to the edge. She planted her feet on the mattress, using the leverage to meet his every thrust. Their bodies collided with an echoing slap of skin on skin, the sounds warring with their panting breaths, moans, and groans. It was sweaty and sexy and dirty all in one.

Sex wasn’t pretty, but damn, it felt good.

Kira’s fingers ached, her nails burning with her mole’s need to assert itself.

Isaac could not bang an itty-bitty weremole. Just… ew.

So she held it back, kept it at bay, but did allow the animal to sharpen Kira’s teeth. She would need them soon.

*

Oh, fuck, soon.

Isaac was gonna blow at any moment. She was hot, slick seduction and he was ready to lose himself to her. She moved with him, fought for release at his side, and he ached to fill her with his cum. Any moment now they’d bind themselves to one another and then she could never get away.

He would never be alone. He would have a family. He would have a life that didn’t make him afraid to smile.

Because Kira didn’t give a damn about his scars and she—
his mate
—was the only one who mattered.

He leaned over her, blanketing her body with his and groaned with the feel of her damp skin aligned with his body. Damn, her arousal, her sweat, her scent… they all called to the bear.

The ache in his bones and the stinging of his gums told him the bear was ready to answer its mate’s call.

Yes. Yes. Yes.

As he lowered, she tilted her head to the side, baring her slim neck to him and his mouth watered at what was to come. Her blood would flow over his tongue, his would fill her mouth and then they’d be one.

His hips continued their passionate movements, bringing them closer to release, and he reveled in the sensations. His body worked on automatic, allowing Isaac to catalog every feeling that filled him.

Love overrode them all and he was man enough to admit it. At least, to himself.

Kira’s sharp nails pricked him, those sharpened tips digging into his skin, and the scent of his own blood reached him. It also reached Kira. She gasped, mouth opened wide, and he spied evidence of her animal’s presence. Her teeth were long and sharp, prepared to enter… him.

Now, now, now…

“Isaac,” his name came from her lips like a gasping whine. Her pussy clenched down on him, tightening and milking his cock, telling him she was there. She was on the edge and it was up to him to push her over.

He would do so. Gladly.

Letting his control ease, his hips sped, increasing the force of their meetings, sending the bed rocking further. His balls were high and tight against him, prepared to release and fill Kira.

She held her breath, heat squeezing him tight in one fierce fist, and he let that last tendril of restraint snap.

With a roar, he lowered his head and struck, biting deep into her flesh. At the same moment, she echoed his action, sending a bolt of pain down his spine. It joined with the pleasure already pumping through his veins, and then his world exploded.

He came in a rapid series of trembles and twitches, his body’s instincts stealing his control. He shook while his bear’s roar of approval vibrated through his mind.

Her blood flowed over his tongue, sweet, just like her skin. It was dark and delicious and he knew he’d never get enough. Never, ever enough.

He growled and shifted his hips, pressing them tighter against her as his cock pulsed and filled her with his release. She was his, his mate, his love, and hopefully the mother of his cubs. If he was lucky, he’d already gotten her pregnant. If not, they had all night.

It only took Ty a couple of days. Isaac was determined to begin building his family now.

Slowly Isaac released his hold on her shoulder, easing his teeth free of her abused flesh. He licked and lapped at the large wound. It was another scar to add to her collection, but while the others were created with hate, this one came with love.

She just didn’t know it yet.

Another tremble wracked him, his orgasm continuing to play havoc on his body while pleasure still filled his veins. Damn. Good thing he wasn’t gonna have to walk anytime soon. He wasn’t sure his legs would support him.

Kira removed her teeth and treated him to the same treatment as he’d given her. Gentle, soothing licks were peppered along his shoulder. Minutes ticked past, her tongue bath encouraging his cock to respond, before she finally relaxed against the mattress with a satisfied sigh.

She gave him a sated, sleepy smile, one that had her eyes drifting shut.

He still remained between her thighs, softening cock filling her, and sweat coating them both, but none of that seemed to matter to Kira.

No, it didn’t matter because she… A soft snuffle reached him. She fell asleep.

He’d remind her tomorrow that snores were not sexy.

After he stared at her for a while.

Which, if anyone asked, wasn’t creepy at all.

A happy smile on her lips, Kira padded through Isaac’s home toward the back door, her path clear and the layout firm in her mind.

And nary a box in sight. Well, sight-ish.

Isaac’s words trickled through her mind, his assurances that if she wanted to remain in Grayslake then that’s what’d they do. The Southeast Itan and Healer would be disappointed, but frustrated leaders were nothing compared to an unhappy mate.

That resulted in another round or two of lovemaking and claiming. Okay, it was four rounds and she was really happy her mole was adept at healing. Otherwise, she’d be walking funny.

Her mate’s rapid descent reached her, his feet stomping on the aged stairs, and then he hunted her, growing closer and closer. She turned to face him, smile gracing her lips.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he grumbled and crowded her, easing closer until her back rested against the door and he was plastered to her front. “Woke up alone.” The man practically whined.

Kira slid her hands over his chest and linked her fingers behind his neck. “Going to get clothes.”

Isaac leaned down and nuzzled her neck, lapping at her mating mark. “Y’have clothes.”

“Your clothes.”

“Smell like me,” the bear half of him rumbled.

“And I’ll smell like you even with my own shorts and t-shirt. I’m not running around half-naked. Especially when I know more bears and wolves will show up today.” She pulled away and met his gaze. “I wanna be at Zoey’s side and I can’t do that in your shirt and boxers. Even with the button in the front, your boxers are kinda drafty.”

He grunted and mumbled, “Fine.”

“Good.” She grinned.

“Gimme a sec and I’ll go with you.”

Kira rolled her eyes. “It’s right next door.”

“In a house of males.”

“I have your mating bite and I’m sure all of Grayslake can smell you on me.”

“Yeah, but all those men. Who knows—”

She huffed. “You said Zoey would be safe with them last night. Both you and Ty assured me the pack wouldn’t harm her and would, in fact, protect her with their lives.”

Isaac snarled, his acceptance teasing her nose.

She pressed to her tiptoes and brushed a kiss across his lips. “I’ll be right back. Start coffee and when I return, we can discuss your reward.”

“For making coffee?”

“Uh-huh.” She nodded.

And at the same moment, the coffee maker sputtered to life, the rumble of water heating immediately followed by the splatter of the caffeine-laced liquid hitting the bottom of the carafe.

“Let’s talk about my reward now.”

With a laugh, she nudged him away. “When I get back.”

“Five minutes, tops. Or I’ll come over and haul you out head down, ass up. And you’re taking Ebenezer.” Isaac’s words were gruff and threatening, but she sensed his teasing. Sticking out her tongue, she nudged him back and slinked from the house, Isaac’s voice following her. “Don’t stick it out unless you’re gonna use it!”

Ebenezer on her heels, the puppy bouncing along after her, Kira easily made her way to her own yard, the path marked with white flagstones. They’d have to pull them up and replace the fence between her house and Isaac’s once they began living together, but it was convenient at the moment. She wasn’t sure if he’d come to her house or she’d go to his. Either way, the fence had to go back up.

Moving along the marked walkway, her mole remained alert, sniffing and scenting the air with every step she took. Right at the property line, Ebenezer shot past her, racing over the rough lawn. They’d done their best to restore the yard, but it’d take time.

Her dog’s snarling barks snatched her attention, Ebie’s tone telling her he was upset by more than having to wait for her. No, he was enraged and aggressive like he’d been when Vanessa…

Kira swung her attention toward the pup who was currently snarling at a large male standing on the back porch. An air of menace surrounded him like a black cloak and invaded the surrounding air. The dominance and power encircled him, seeming to create a barrier between him and the rest of the world.

She wasn’t close yet, a good forty feet separating them, but she could
feel
his simmering rage. It wasn’t a scent or hint of an aroma. No, the feeling crept into her bones, freezing her from inside out.

In her life, she’d been afraid more times than she could count. Her pack was adept at scaring her, at driving her just shy of crazy with terror. She was familiar with the emotion.

This… went very, very far beyond that.

Staring at him, meeting his darkened gaze, she tacked on another
very
.

Ebenezer continued growling, saliva dripping from his fangs as he bared them at the male. Her dog hadn’t cared for the interloping wolves, but accepted them into the house once they’d introduced themselves. If she hadn’t known he was a true dog, she would have thought he had a little shifter in him.

Now, facing off against this stranger, she knew her little Ebie was all vicious animal.

“You,” the male rumbled, his fury seeming to slink across the ground and reach for her with its invisible tendrils, “are either the most stupid or most ballsy bitch I’ve ever met.”

He thumped down the back porch steps slowly, his booted feet colliding with each stair with a booming thud.

Slow. Deadly.

She wanted to back away, wanted to scurry and hide and dig into the dirt where no one could get to her. She could go deep, as could they, but she could go deeper still. And faster. Her little beastie was at home in the earth. Yes, she could sink faster than they could dig.

But she didn’t relent. She held fast as the male approached, despite her terror and the adrenaline flooding her veins. Other shifters could taste her fear, she couldn’t help that, but she could remain strong beneath the weight of his dominance. She hadn’t backed down from Alpha Asshole or his son even when they did everything they could to be rid of her. She wasn’t about to relent to this stranger.

Besides,
he
was in
her
territory. Not the other way around.

“So, which is it?” He drew closer. “Stupid or ballsy?”

Kira licked her dry lips, mouth just as parched and unwilling to release any moisture. She should run, race back to Isaac and hide behind his larger, stronger body.

But she knew the fastest way to get caught was to run. It revved a shifter’s engines. Got males hot and hungry for the kill. Staying in place was safer. It might be just as painful, but the chance of survival was much, much greater.

“Depends who you ask.” She tried for flippant and uncaring, but she wasn’t sure she accomplished her goal. And by not sure she meant she definitely didn’t.

The stranger ambled closer, his progress slow, but no less deadly. He neared her, less than ten feet separating them, and he breathed deeply before releasing it with a rapid gust. His fight, his rage fled with the exhale. Oh, the menace still clung to him, but it no longer roiled and hunted for a victim. It was as if he banked all that violence with the single action.

“You’re Zoey’s little pet.”

“Pet?”

“Come inside. She’s been waiting for you.” With that order, he spun on his heel and traveled toward her house only to pause when he hit the steps. He glanced at her and frowned. “Come inside. She’s waiting.”

The words were filled with a stronger wolf’s demand.

“Who the hell are you?” She reached for Ebenezer, the dog’s snarls now nothing more than rumbles. She stroked her pup, taking comfort in the smooth fur beneath her fingers.

Hate-lined joy filled the man, bursting from him and nearly bowling her over. “I’m your father’s worst nightmare.” He stomped up the steps until he stood on the porch. “And Zoey’s brother.”

She rejoiced at his first statement and overflowed with happiness at his second. Okay, it was fear-tinged happiness, but she still smiled.

Kira leaned down to pat Ebenezer’s side, soothing the dog. “C’mon, Ebie. Zoey’s inside and you met the wolves, huh? Maybe someone has a cub to play with.”

The male snorted. “A pup playing with a
dog
.”

A growling male stepped from the house and his scent told her Bates came to her rescue. “That
dog
has helped Zoey’s little
pet
more times than either female can recount. He is welcome at any wolf’s table including my own.”

“What the hell did you do to my pack?” The stranger spat and Kira realized the man before her was Reid Bennett, Zoey’s supposed brother and male who’d been banished and taken into custody by the werebear Southeast Itan.

Yeah, staring down an Alpha as strong as Reid probably hadn’t been her best idea.