Bear Down: BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance (3 page)

"Philip," she started, before he pressed his lips to hers, shocking himself with his boldness. The moment their skin touched, the connection was made, blasting away any doubts he may have had about her being the one for him. This was his mate, his partner, his soul. A loud growl ripped from his throat as she moaned lightly under his touch.

"We don't need to go inside. We could go to your place," she whispered breathlessly when they came up for air.

"Angel, if we do that, the only thing I'm going to be eating is you," he growled back at her, doing his best to stay calm. Her lips tasted of cinnamon and something else, something unique to her. Whatever it was, he wanted more, he wanted to taste the warm honey between her legs, to sink his cock into it with abandon as she screamed his name.

"I know a wonderful Chinese take-out place on the way?" She was being persistent, and he didn't have to be told twice not to argue. He opened the car door and gestured for her to enter.

***

Angel

She loved the way it rolled off his lips, sounding like the calm, soothing sounds of a babbling brook. She leaned her head on his shoulder as they drove, running her hand across his muscular chest before questing south until she found the bulge in his pants.

"Don't make me crash Angel, I don't have time to deal with that right now." He was kidding, she could tell, but her nerves stood on end at the implied desires that he
did
have time for.

She wanted him badly,  though she didn't believe that he could truly want her. The demands from between her thighs couldn't be ignored, however, she needed his touch, to have his hand reach under her dress and flick her clit gently until she covered his hand in her juices.

The aroma of food filled the car, sweet and sour chicken mixing with the scents of spring rolls and whatever else Philip had gotten them. She had been too occupied with him to care. Now though, she began to pick at bits of it, gently feeding him as he drove swiftly towards his hotel room.

Once inside, she started in surprise, looking around. The first time she had been here there had been dirty clothes, empty food containers and alcohol bottles everywhere. Now though, the tiles underfoot shone with clean brilliance, the scent of lavender filled the air, and she noted that there were no longer any streaks on the huge windows to her right.

Philip busied himself stuffing the food into the small fridge while she scampered over to the washroom. She had grown bold at home waiting for him to show up, and ended up putting on some rather lacy, sexy lingerie beneath her dress in hopes he might want to see it. Slipping the straps of her dress off her shoulders, she let it fall into a puddle at her feet. Taking a glance at herself in the mirror, she sucked in an encouraging breath and opened the door.

Philip was relaxing on the bed, but he came to rigid attention as she exited the washroom and came into view. She admired the way his erection seemed to tug even harder at his pants, an encouraging sign.

"Do you like it?"

"Gorgeous."

It was only one word, but the thickness of his voice betrayed to her how he really felt. She felt a little giddy inside, happy with her daring choice. Her eyes watched with fascination as he got off the bed, stalking over to her like a predator approaching its prey.

She felt small and helpless beneath his gaze. Her entire body trembled as he reached out for her, his long, muscular arms enveloping her within his protective embrace.

His hands caressed the side of her body, taking in her every curve. His attention made her feel a little insecure, forcing her to wrap her hands around her waist, hugging herself.

"What's wrong? Did I do something?" he said, stepping back to ensure she had any space necessary.

"No, it's not you, it's me."

"Let your arms down Angel, you're perfect. The sooner you start understanding that I love you the way you are, the easier this will be."

"Really?" She asked, looking up into the green eyes that seemed to suck her in every time.

"Let me show you," he growled, picking her up easily and putting her down on the bed. He practically ripped his shirt he was in such a rush to take it off. Her gaze admired his firm, toned body, the various lines of his muscles outlined below the skin. He was working on his belt, but she stopped him, her soft touch keeping him still.

"Let me handle that," she purred up at him, quickly shedding his pants and boxers. She never took her eyes off his cock, until he pushed her down on the bed, mounting her.

He stared into her eyes for a moment before pressing his lips to hers roughly, the stubble of his beard lightly scratching her face. She didn't mind though, a flush of heat warming her to the core as he began to take her. Her back arched into him as his cock pressed against her pulsing clit, only a thin piece of material separating her from what she craved so badly.

"Fuck me now, I can't take it anymore," she begged him into his ear, whimpering as his hands shed her of any clothing that would get in the way.

With his cock positioned between her legs, he leaned forward, taking one of her nipples into his mouth to suck on. His tongue flicked over the hard pebble, sending a shiver through her entire body. The anticipation of waiting for him to enter her was too much. She could feel him right at the opening to her pussy, just teasing her.

Using her legs, she swung them around his hips and pulled none-too-gently. A scream ripped from her lungs as she got more than bargained for as he slid fully inside of her in one swift movement. He roared with pleasure as the warm honey coated him, her canal adjusting to his length as he clamped down with his lips on her breast.

"I want you, Philip, I need it now," she told him, giving him the go ahead to do what he liked. His cock began to slide out of her wet cunt, leaving behind a feeling of emptiness that lasted for a terrible fraction of a second before he slammed his hips back into her.

He buried his face in her neck, nipping gently at the veins that were running thick with fast moving blood. Her heart raced to keep up with the demand as she scrabbled at the sheets, holding on to anything within reach. The warmth in her core began to intensify, signaling that she was likely to orgasm soon, though the climax itself was just out of reach.

"Flip me over," she gasped, not waiting for him to do all the work, scrambling to turn her hips over the moment he withdrew from her.

As she positioned herself on all fours, exposing herself for his viewing, Angela's arms gave out, trembling too much from the pleasure of the moment. Knowing how it must look to Philip, instead of trying to get back up, she wiggled her hips suggestively,  providing him with all the impetus necessary to ram his hard cock home.

Her fears of insecurity on whether he would like the view were quelled for the time being as he wrapped his large hands around her waist, pulling back so that she impaled herself on him. She moaned loudly into the pillow, his raging manhood rubbing completely different parts of her pussy in this position.

The growls and moans intermingled as Philip erupted inside of her. Jets of warm liquid spilled into her canal, sending her sliding off the edge of the cliff into an abyss of pleasure.  His hands held her waist tight as she bucked and writhed within his strong grip.

When she calmed down, he rolled onto his side, taking her with him.

"I'm hungry," he muttered unapologetically in her ear a few minutes later.

"Well there's a surprise," she laughed out loud, enjoying the sheer stereotype that he was presenting to her. After a moment of shock, Philip let out a roaring laugh as well, causing Angela to descend into another fit of giggles.

"Let's see if I can't help sate that appetite on you," he teased, pressing his already hard cock back up against her.

"Let us see indeed," she whispered, rolling over on top of him. They fucked twice more that night, leaving her exhausted, satisfied, and likely a little sore in the morning she thought, as sleep finally claimed her.

***

Chapter Three

Philip was busy preparing breakfast for the two of them when she woke up. He hadn't realized she was stirring at first, until he noticed her hopping around, shaking one leg, almost as if trying to return feeling to it.

"That does wonderful things to your ass I'll have you know," he growled at her. She started slightly before turning to face him, a slight flush of pink evident in her face. He loved the way she got embarrassed every time he complimented her body.

Her nose sniffed several times as she blinked herself awake. The aroma of fresh pancakes, fruits and the best part of all must finally be percolating through her senses. The little sniffing motion her nose made was extra adorable.

He brought over a plate of food to her, uncaring at how she looked at him. He knew his cock had gone solid the moment he caught a glimpse of her creamy, soft ass. It strained to be freed from the red fabric of his boxers, but he managed to keep his hands off of her a while longer. She needed to eat, and he intended to see to that job properly.

"I could get used to this sight," she commented, a laughing smile on her lips as she took the plate from Philip. It was piled high with pancakes lathered in syrup, fresh cut mangos, strawberries and even some bacon. He could hear her stomach growl as she noted the empty take-out containers littered around the bed.

"Did we really eat all that last night?" she said between mouthfuls of the delicious food.

"Mmm hmmm," he replied, his eyes focused intently on her, looking up and down her still naked body. She instinctively pulled her knees to her chest, but he growled softly at that.

"I liked it much better the other way," he commented, leaving it at that.

They ate in silence, although Angela made numerous noises of contentment as she sampled his cooking. Sometimes it was the little things in life that made it all worthwhile he thought as he snuck a glance over at her.

He couldn't prevent his blood from stirring at the sight of her naked body. He walked around in a near-constant state of hardness these days, ever since he had first met her. She was his new drug, he got drunk off of her scent and his high was her body. The rest of their lives promised to be interesting he thought, as she set her plate aside.

With a sly look, he grabbed hold of her ankles firmly, pulling her towards him. Her legs automatically spread, baring herself for him to do as he pleased. With a grunt, he mounted her, plunging his hard cock deep into her canal. He slid smoothly in, her warm honey providing him all the slickness he could desire. Growling loudly he set to work pleasing his mate the best way he knew how.

Later, much, much later, they emerged from the shower, feeling satisfied and clean.

"I'm taking you to dinner tonight. An actual one this time," he told her, making sure she understood it was non-negotiable.

"Okay, same place?"

"No, this time we're going somewhere a little more exclusive. I want you to meet my friends," he was unsure how that would go over, but he had sent Derek and Edward a text, telling them both to be there because he needed to talk. They wouldn't disappoint him, though he was unsure how his Angel would react to such a ritzy spot.

"You'll need some fancy clothes for that. I'll drive you home, you can't go there on your own."

"Philip, I've been living there for a year, I can take care of myself."

"I know, but you don't have to. Not there at least. Besides, it's not up for debate."

She snorted in exasperation, but he could see the smile tugging at her cheeks. He was possessive and well aware of it, but she appreciated his desire to keep her safe he knew.

Smack!

His hand connected firmly with her ass as she bent over to put on her underwear. Angela shrieked, throwing the closest object she could find at him, which happened to be a pillow. He caught it smoothly, falling onto the bed as she pounced him, their laughter mingling together until he smothered her with his lips.

"Are you insatiable or something?" she asked incredulously as his hard cock pressed into her again.

"It's all your fault for being far too gorgeous," he said, mock complaining, nipping at her neck before he pushed himself off of her, letting her get back up.

He watched intently as she dressed herself, slipping the dingy yellow work uniform overtop of her sexy underwear. She caught him staring more than once, and while he noted the pink in her cheeks, Philip didn't care.

"I can't wait to get you naked again," he said, finally turning away to don his own clothing. As she giggled, he picked out a suit to wear for the day, finally deciding on a dark grey pinstriped outfit that had Angela practically drooling over him.

After extracting a promise that she would wait for him to pick her up from work, he dropped her off. Soon he would tell her she no longer needed to worry herself with working there, that she could instead do whatever she wanted. However, he knew his Angel would take longer to accept the fact that they were going to be together forever, so he would bide his time.

The rest of his day was spent on a video conference into his work's office, for the first time in a long time. The stares were mildly embarrassing, but he could handle them. After promising to do it again soon, he left to go pick up his mate. She was far more important than his company, which could effectively run itself in his absence anyways.

"You look fabulous, Angel, stop worrying so much," he told her as she pulled on her new dress for what seemed like the tenth time.

"I'm just nervous about meeting your friends. What if they don't like me?"

He wanted to roll his eyes, though that would not help the situation one bit he knew. Instead, he flashed her a smile, grabbed her hand, and put it on the firm bulge in his pants.

"I like you. A lot. If they don't understand that, then they aren't my friends."

He practically snarled the last bit, not at her, but at the thought his best friends for years might not accept her. Not that there was any actual worry about it, but actions always spoke louder than words.

"Besides, you look stunning, everyone is going to be jealous of me for having such a beauty by my side. So really, I'm the one that needs to watch out." She laughed loudly at that, some of the tension bleeding from the car as they pulled up to the restaurant.

He had taken her shopping after work, and there was no denying that she did look truly resplendent in her outfit. The dress was floor length, a deep, flowing purple that darkened ever so slightly as it descended. It showed off her arms and just enough of the soft, milky skin of her chest to drive him wild. Several times he had had to fight his bear while they were stopped at an intersection. All it wanted to do was mate, and he could not blame it.

She had straightened her hair again, pulling it all to one side so that it flowed down, almost blending into the dress. She knew the look drove him wild, and she used it viciously as the night went on.

"I told you they would love you," he whispered at one point as the waiter arrived to take away their empty plates. Both Derek and Edward, along with their wives, had taken an instant liking to Angela. It had been painfully evident to him that the four of them were also glad to see him in a better state of mind.

He thanked his friends profusely for making the time to see him and his new mate. There was no lack of support and congratulations as the two left, leaving Angela a little confused.

"I don't get it, they act like we're about to get married," she said as they pulled out of the parking lot.

"Not married, mated. They're happy that we've found each other finally." He had yet to tell her about his bear and how his other half recognized a mate when it found one. There was no such thing as fated mates he knew, but the way he felt about Angela could not be denied. He was going to claim her as soon as he could tell her about him.

"So I'm your mate?" She didn't sound upset, in fact, as he looked over at her sly look, he could see that she sounded intrigued and perhaps a little excited by the prospect. His dick hardened at the thought of what was to come. He had to push on the brakes extra hard to stop at the red light after he spent too long staring at the rounded mounds of her breasts.

"You are," he said matter-of-factly, not opening it up for debate. He could see her nipples harden through the thin material of her dress, standing out, begging for attention from his mouth. He wanted so badly to simply pull over to the side of the road and have his way with her. When she bit her lower lip in that ever so seductive way that women do, Philip nearly lost it.

"Drive faster, my mate," she whispered breathlessly to him, her hand sliding between her legs. He stabbed the pedal to the floor, the engine competing with his bear for who could growl loudest as the sporty sedan shot ahead.

Several hours later he extricated himself from her embrace, both of them lying sweaty and exhausted amongst the overlarge covers of his hotel bed.

***

Angela stirred, too tired to open her eyes, but aware her body wasn't going to let her sleep any longer. With an irritated groan she rolled into the center of the bed, seeking out the reassuring and comforting warmth of her mate.

She sat up abruptly as her hand only encountered cold sheets. Blinking her sleep encrusted eyes open, she noticed his spot was empty. No noises or wonderful smells were coming from the nearby kitchen today she noted sadly. Looking around the apartment through the glare of the sun entering the windows, Angela tried to locate Philip.

Fuck!

Her heart sank when she accepted the truth that he was not there. The leather chairs were empty, and the washroom door was wide open, devoid of life. He had left her there alone, just like she should have known all along. There was no way someone like him could be interested in a girl like me she thought. This had been a giant lie all along, one she had fallen for hook, line, and sinker.

The anger at herself rose as she realized just what he had done. After dressing her up and parading her around his friends like a giant trophy, Philip had gone and left her for the curb. She was nothing more than his prized pig at the fair, before being led out back to slaughter.

Tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to fall, but she didn't let them. Her heart was still filled with disbelief, for everything had felt so perfect with him, so natural, as if they belonged together. It was all a lie she told herself, holding the sheets tight to hide her naked body while she located her clothing.

She piled her dress into a bag, once again donning her faded yellow diner uniform. It was the only clothing she had on her still, and there was no way she was wearing the dress. If it hadn't been so expensive, she would have left it. But being broke, she needed every penny she could get.

Just as she was getting ready to put her shoes on, the door opened. Philip walked in and stop short, looking at her sharply. Probably just forgot something and I surprised him by being up already, she assumed as they stared at each other.

"You thought I had left," he accused her, after a moment of his brain working over what he was seeing.

She hesitated, unsure of what to say. After all, why would someone like him want to be with her. He had his choice of all the slim, gorgeous models he could want. There was no way he was attracted to someone like her. Her lack of response confirmed his accusation, deflating him a little.

"Sit down," he said, motioning to the table. Stiffly she took a seat, staring out the window, not meeting his gaze. The last thing she wanted was to be suckered in by those gorgeous emerald orbs of his. Once was enough pain for her, thank you very much!

"Angel, I didn't run out on you. Now, I'm going to drive you to work and then, after work, I'm going to pick you up. We need to talk about something."

She furiously blinked back the tears, knowing just what 'needing to talk' meant. It was the same line her last boyfriend had used on her, before leaving her stranded here in the city with no way out.

"Okay," she muttered, thinking to herself that there was no way she was going through that again.  They got up, and he drove her to work. The entire time she was quiet and he kept looking over at her, trying to figure it out.

He leaned over to kiss her before she left, but Angela simply offered him her cheek, then fled the car. Once the dim, ratty walls of the diner closed in around her, she let the tears come. Mia found her in the back, sobbing in a corner. The kindly old lady held her and comforted her until she was ready to speak.

"He's going to end it after work," she said, explaining how he had been gone in the morning, coming back after he had hoped she would be gone. Then how he needed to talk with her after work, the dreaded breakup talk.

"I just can't deal with it right now. Is there any possibility you could let me go early today Mia? Please?" She looked desperately at the caring eyes of one of the few people in the city she considered a friend.

"Of course dear, of course. But -"

"Thank you so much, Mia, I really appreciate it." Angela wasn't even paying attention to what the old woman was trying to tell her she was so overcome with relief at being able to avoid Philip for the rest of the day. She could be home before he even arrived if she took the busses she knew.

Before Mia could recover her breath, the little bell tied to the front door jingled lightly, signaling the arrival of a customer. With another swift hug, Angela straightened her uniform out, brushed off the tears and bustled out to help them. She did her best to keep a smile on her face for the day, but her tips were an accurate reflection of her mood. It was obvious to most of her customers that she was not on top of her game.