Authors: Anya Nowlan
The Bond: Bound to the Bear (BBW Paranormal Erotic Romance) (Mates of the Walkers Book 1) (3 page)
Missy’s muscles flexed and her back arched, a long moan piercing the air. He held her down by the hips, tasting her hungrily with his tongue parting her crease and sinking in deep. She bucked against him as his tongue started making circles around her swollen clit, teasing and tormenting her. Her juices tasted sweet in his mouth, like the finest honey – just as he had expected. There was nothing he could find about her that wasn’t exactly what he wanted and needed and he relished each second with the curvy goddess of a woman. Two fingers slid into her tight tunnel and a spasm ran through her as she clenched around them. He couldn’t hide his smile, his tongue and lips still on her sex, taking in all of her scent and taste.
The moment seemed to last forever and that was all Missy could have wanted. His fingers pumped in and out of her and she writhed against his lips, trying to get him deeper in her as lust took over where conscious thought formerly ruled. Her fingers coiled through his thick hair and her nails scratched against his scalp, Missy lost in her ecstasy. Caleb complied with her need, starting to thrust his fingers into her harder. He suckled on her clit, the hot lapping tongue driving her wild. When she reached her peak, there was nothing but pure freedom and flashes of light behind her closed eyelids. It felt like heaven and she wanted it to never stop.
At the very height of her release, Caleb pulled out his fingers and guided the head of his cock to her entrance. He held one hand on her hip and steadied himself with the other as he thrust forward, conquering her slowly. An edge came to her lustful moan, shifting into a yelp as he stretched her wide around his imposing size. Her hands clutched his arms, nails digging into flesh as she tried to relax around him but found it difficult. The man took his time, easing into her with careful, measured drives. When he was half-way in, he leant forward and kissed her feverish lips, her moans muffled by his mouth. She tasted herself on his tongue and her hips bucked against him, taking him in deeper. He was so big, but she wanted all of him. The long months of trying to understand what she needed had culminated in the difficult hike and finding the man her heart had screamed for, against all odds. Her soul was overflowing with joy and she could think of nothing better than to have him fully in her, filling her to the brim.
Missy buried her head into his chest when he speared forward, taking her whole. She trembled against him, her nerves firing with heat as the werebear claimed her. Sweat had broken out on their skins, dappling them with dew as they thrashed against one another in the throes of desire. He started striking in and out of her, his cock stretching her thin and letting her feel even the tiniest of movements in her. She could sense each throb and the slickness of bulging veins against her soft heat, making her tighten around him and squeal as he thrust forward with growing urgency. Caleb’s lips sought out her breasts once more, licking and fondling her. Her nails raked down his back, leaving thin red streaks where her path took her down his skin. She couldn’t control herself, and she didn’t want to.
Suddenly, he pulled out of her and immensely strong hands gripped her and pulled her upwards. She was spun around and pressed against the backrest, her hands clasping the hard end of it. Caleb stood up from the couch and spread her legs, ready to take Missy from behind. He leant forward and brushed aside her hair, laying a kiss on her neck and then others down her back. His hands trickled down her sides and she inhaled sharply as he laid a feather-light kiss on her exposed nether lips, fanning her flames to an intolerable scorch. When he stood again and guided his cock to her slit, she backed into him with a kind of need she had never expected to have. She had to have him in her right away.
Caleb complied gladly, taking hold of both her hips and plunging roughly into her depths. The softness was falling to the background, primal need driving them forward at a dizzying pace. She didn’t try to hold back her moans and yells, her voice echoing in the high-ceilinged hall. The smell of lust and sweat filled the room, the scent of sex wafting into their nostrils and taking over their senses. All of Missy’s worries and doubts seemed to drift out of her mind, leaving nothing but space to enjoy the man she had been fated to be with. His strong hands and his fingers digging at her flesh as he drove into her felt like absolute heaven. The satisfying slap his hips made against her firm ass made her smile through her moans.
She threw her head back as she felt his need getting more urgent, sure to spill his seed in her soon. As if hearing her quiet worry, he kissed her shoulder and whispered into her ear.
“Don’t worry, we’re safe. It is not mating season yet.” Her head dipped lower a bit in thought, but it scantly mattered. His thick rod in her had all of her attention, though it was easier to take knowing that she would not have to make life-altering decisions because of shared passion. At least not yet.
Caleb’s throat emitted a low growl that would have made the hair on Missy’s arms stand up if he hadn’t been so thoroughly gentle with her before. His bear was close to the surface, the beast rearing its mighty head when control was at its weakest. Caleb roared as he thrust forward, slamming Missy into the back of the couch with his strength. She gasped, but he couldn’t be stopped. His need was animalistic and hungry, piling into her with force. He went deeper than before and it touched something in her that made her core light up. Her moans twisted with his harsh sounds and together they tumbled over the edge. Caleb clutched her waist as he came into her, filling her with his seed so thickly that some of it seeped out between thrusts. She gasped and sputtered as another orgasm took hold of her, making her legs turn into jello. Brilliant flashes coursed through her veins, taking her completely and making her vision blur. It was as if her body had finally come alive under the touch of the powerful man and she drank her fill of it.
Soon, both of them collapsed on the couch, Caleb’s arms tugging her back against his heaving chest. Her head rested on one of his arms, the bulge of his bicep creating a firm pillow. Long red strands of hair covered his chest and face as he dipped his head against hers, satisfied to breathe in her scent with each inhale. He was still in her, small spasms marking the winding down heat of both bodies. Missy was completely at ease. She barely knew the man, but she felt the strength of their bond and it was as if they were old lovers reunited. There was no doubt in her mind that their connection was already blossoming into love and they would both do whatever necessary to protect one another. Caleb’s arm squeezed her tighter, Missy giving a small murmur in response.
“I’m glad you found me,” he whispered, his voice soft and his breath hot against the skin of her neck. She smiled widely, thinking back on the perilous trek and the countless doubts she had along the way. Missy could have never hoped that it would all come to such a delicious conclusion, her heart leading her right to the man she had so needed.
“I’m glad I found you too,” she said, her eyelids becoming heavy with exhaustion. Finally, it felt safe to fall asleep, knowing that she would be protected and loved.
Want to read about the other Walker brothers and their fiery mates?
Callum’s and Colden’s stories can be found here:
Find Him: The Bear’s Curvy Girl
The Wait:
Belonging
to the Bear
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