A Mate For The Bear: BBW Paranormal Alpha Shifter Romance (Bear Brides Book 4) (7 page)

She swallowed but obeyed his
command. Her submission was humbling and arousing. Lying back on a
pillow, she parted her legs and turned away shyly.

Dalton sucked in a ragged
breath. The sight of his mate naked and spread out on his bed for
his taking was the most beautiful, erotic sight imaginable.

His claws pushed into his
palms. His control was wearing thin. His beast was impatient to
claim her. He wanted to plunge madly into her and lose himself in
that lush, quivering body.

“Look at me, Joyce,”
Dalton said.

She licked her lips and
raised her deep, green eyes to him. Dalton held her gaze as he
lowered his mouth to her pussy. Her mouth rounded and she made a
wordless sound as he pushed his tongue into her slit. Languidly
laving his tongue down her slick folds, he kept his eyes locked on
hers. She blinked rapidly when he began to suck and lick her clit,
but she never broke eye contact with him. Even when he fucked her
furiously with his tongue, he kept his eyes on her.

She started to tremble as she
fisted the sheets. Dalton plunged his tongue deeper into her,
fucking her hard until she shattered completely. Even as her body
was still trembling and quaking with pleasure, Dalton grabbed her and
kissed every inch of her damp, flushed skin.

He finally reached her mouth
and he let her taste herself on his lips. She moaned and undulated
beneath him, rubbing and grinding against his crotch.

“Please, Dalton,”
she panted.

Dalton removed his clothes
with swift, smooth movements and knelt between her legs. Pushing her
legs wider apart with his knees, he eased the head of his cock into
her pussy. Her eyelids fluttered as he inched slowly into her. He
felt her walls stretch and ripple to accommodate him, and she gave
small yips of pain and pleasure as he penetrated her.

Dalton buried himself to the
hilt inside her tight, slick sheath and held himself absolutely
still. His veins bulged and pulsed at his neck and temples, and his
claws were digging hard into the mattress. But he wouldn't move
until he was sure he wasn't hurting her.

“Oh, Dalton...”
Her head fell back on the pillow. “You feel...wonderful,”
she sighed.

Dalton bent forward to kiss
her deeply, tenderly, lovingly.

With their fingers
intertwined, he began to make love to her.

Joyce gasped as Dalton thrust
into her. She rocked her hips and raised her knees to take him
deeper into her body. Dalton was a skilful, considerate lover. He
knew how to give and take pleasure, and he had a delectable, perfect
body just made for sin.

She was a lucky, lucky girl.

Joyce felt his huge cock
surge into her again and again, stroking her tight walls and pressing
up against her G-spot. He massaged her clit with his groin with each
thrust, and her toes were beginning to curl with pleasure. Fucking
had never felt so good, so decadent.

Joyce arched her back and
Dalton knew what she needed. He lowered his mouth to one aching
nipple and suckled her. He teased and sucked her nipple lightly,
gently before gradually building up the pressure and intensity. When
he scraped his teeth over her hard, throbbing peak, she cried out and
shuddered in ecstasy. She saw him smirk as he rolled her other
nipple between his teeth. He knew what she liked, how she wanted to
be touched and stimulated.

Dalton growled her name and
her lips curved as she surrendered to the intense, mind-blowing
pleasure. She would give herself fully to this wonderful, powerful
man tonight. She trusted him completely with her body and her heart.

She saw Dalton's eyes glow
with a feral light as he bared his teeth. A thrill went through her
when she glimpsed his fangs and claws. His muscles bulged and
pulsated violently and his skin felt hot and feverish under her
fingers.

“Dalton...”

He gave a growl, a sound
which reverberated with power and lust. His eyes glowed with a dark,
dangerous light as he stared down at her. She was in the arms of a
predator, and the way he gripped her was fierce and possessive.

But she wasn't afraid. She
knew Dalton would never hurt her.

Joyce whimpered as he pounded
into her. He was fucking her hard and fast now, and she loved it.
She wanted more, and she wanted to give him more.

Her pleasure began to crest
as Dalton moved relentlessly, furiously between her thighs. She
loved the raw animal intensity of their mating. She saw his fangs
glint as he snarled her name.

“Oh, Dalton, don't
stop...don't stop...”

Her gasp turned into a scream
as a powerful orgasm slammed into her. She bucked and convulsed with
ecstasy when Dalton leaned forward and bit into the base of her neck.
Lights and stars exploded on the back of her eyelids as she came
again and again and again.

With a ferocious roar, Dalton
released her neck. She climaxed again when she felt his seed spill
into her. Dalton pumped his cock in and out of her clenching pussy,
drawing out her orgasm and sizzling every nerve ending. Her entire
body shook and vibrated with the aftershocks of her multiple orgasms.
All she felt was ripple after ripple of delirious, overwhelming
pleasure.

She had lived for thirty
years, and this was the first time she had felt such consuming
passion and pleasure. She had never ever had sex like this before.

But this was more than just
sex.

They had each taken something
from the other, and given something of themselves.

Joyce raised a hand to her
neck.

Her skin felt hot, like a
mark had been seared into her flesh. There was a slight twinge of
pain, but it wasn't unpleasant.

Dalton hadn't just bitten her
in the heat of the moment. It felt like he was...staking a claim.

Dalton's arms were straight
as he held himself up above her. His cock was still buried in her
body, and it felt so good to feel him inside her. It felt so right,
so perfect.

“You...okay?”
Dalton asked hoarsely.

Joyce nodded, unable to
speak.

“You are amazing,
Joyce,” he whispered, bending down to kiss her eyelids.

She blushed as she glanced
down at their naked, sweaty bodies. Dalton began to pull out of
her, but she wrapped her legs around his hips, wanting them to remain
joined forever.

“Joyce...” His
voice was low and ragged. “I won't be able to resist you. Now
that you're in my house, I won't be able to keep my hands off you! I
don't think I'll even let you out of my bed.”

Her heart and ego swelled.
It was a heady, exhilarating feeling, being able to make a man like
Dalton come undone.

She smiled coyly. “If
I don't get out of bed, I'll never get my chores done. You'll give
me the sack soon...”

“No I won't!” he
sputtered. “You're not my housekeeper. You're my...”

“Wait a minute. I'm
not your housekeeper? Then what...”

Dalton threw up his hands.
“You wouldn't let me help you otherwise. You wouldn't let me
pay your debt for you. You insisted on paying me back, and knowing
you, you'll probably take on another two or three jobs to try to pay
me back as quickly as possible. I can't let you go back to Candybar!
No damn way.”

“So...you pretended to
hire me.”

“I really do need a
housekeeper,” Dalton said earnestly. “But, this...isn't
just your place of employment.” He gestured around.
“Everything is yours too. This is your home, Joyce. Our
home.”

She squinted at him for a
moment. “I have to pay you back, Dalton. I will be your
housekeeper.”

“The job is yours if
you want it.”

“I do want the job.”
She broke into a sly grin. “And I want you.”

“Sleeping with the
boss! This is just scandalous!” Dalton exclaimed and nipped
her playfully on the nose.

Joyce laughed and gave him a
saucy wink. “I'm sleeping with my boss and my best friend.”

Dalton gazed down at her,
stroking her hair from her face. “I can't believe I've finally
found you,” he said softly. “My mate.”

Joyce pulled him down and
kissed him. “I'm so glad it's you, DJ. I love you,” she
whispered.

They made love again,
sweetly, lovingly, their bodies moving and pulsing in time to their
matching heartbeats.

Joyce had never truly
believed in the notion of soul mates. But now, as she took Dalton
deep into her body and felt his heart beating against hers, she
couldn't help marveling at how well they fitted together. Dalton had
been her friend before he was her lover. He had been there for her
when no one else would stand by her. Joyce's breath caught when she
realized that she loved him even before she met him.

They were more than friends,
more than lovers. They were two halves of a whole, two hearts
finding each other in the dark and becoming one at last.

“You...are my love,”
she whispered against his lips. “My mate.”

Joyce cleared away the coffee
cups and breakfast plates from the table. There was a smile playing
on her lips as she remembered the night and the morning she'd spent
with Dalton.

After working up a huge,
healthy appetite with a night of sensual pleasure and passion, they'd
padded downstairs about an hour before dawn feeling peckish. It was
still dark outside, but Dalton's kitchen was warm and bright. The
golden glow in the kitchen could be from the pretty ceiling light, or
perhaps her world just seemed better and brighter now that Dalton was
in it.

They had worked seamlessly as
a team getting breakfast ready. As she put on the coffee pot and
pulled out eggs and sausages from the fridge, Dalton got to work
making his famous buttered toast. Even before the sun was up, they
were already enjoying a hearty breakfast of scrambled eggs, sausages
and toast. When they finished eating, they sat at the dining table
with their big mugs of coffee and just talked. They told each other
about their past, their dreams, hopes and fears. They opened their
hearts wide and let the other in. There was no holding back, no
hiding. They easily picked up the threads of their online
conversations and it was like chatting and catching up with an old
friend. It was really, really nice. Easy, relaxed and honest.

As the sun came up, Joyce
watched the morning sunlight play on the light brown streaks in
Dalton's tousled hair. Her breath hitched when he looked up and
smiled at her.

He was the most wonderful
person she knew, and he was everything to her.

Dalton had left the house at
around eight. He had given her a quick, sweet kiss at the door. “I
love you,” he murmured into her hair. He smiled down at her,
his eyes sparkling with joy. “Before you came, this house,”
he gestured at his big bungalow. “...was just a house, but
now, it's a home. It's our home.”

Joyce waved until his pickup
truck was out of sight. For work, Dalton usually drove his trusty,
old pickup truck. It would be out of place and downright silly to
drive the Jaguar to a landscaping work site.

Joyce closed the automatic
gates and started her chores around the house. The hours passed
quickly, and she found herself whistling and humming while she
worked. She liked keeping house, and even during her brief, troubled
marriage to Felix, she had tried her best to make their tiny rented
house as cozy and homely as possible. But one person did not quite
make a home. And in that marriage, only one person was putting in
the effort, doing all the work and fighting to keep the marriage
afloat. It takes two hands to clap. Joyce paused and leaned against
the mop, squinting at her reflection in the shiny marble floor. She
was reminded of a Zen question she'd once heard but never really
understood: What is the sound of one hand clapping?

“One hand clapping
isn't a clap,” she huffed and said aloud to her reflection.
“It's a slap!”

Joyce grabbed the mop and was
about to start on the stairs when the doorbell rang once.

She went to peer out the
window and saw a man with a big parcel in his arms at the gate. The
man was in blue overalls and a cap was pulled low over his face.

Joyce frowned as she went to
the front door. Was Dalton expecting a delivery? Maybe it had
slipped his mind, and he had forgotten to mention it to her.

As she approached the gate,
the man said gruffly, “Delivery for Mr Dalton Jameson.”

Joyce couldn't quite see the
man's face behind that big, cardboard box.

“Um, what's in the
box?” she asked.

The man fumbled with some
papers and said, “It says here...landscaping supplies.”

“Oh.” That
sounded like a legitimate delivery. Dalton might have put down the
order some weeks ago for the business and forgotten the exact
delivery date.

Joyce opened the gate and was
about to take the hefty box, but the man said, “I'll carry it
to the house for you. It's...pretty heavy.”