Blake, Her Bad Bear: A Paranormal Bad Boy Romance (11 page)

“I have to thank you,” he replied. “You could have just left me.”

She looked at him furiously, trying to gauge if he was kidding or not, and when she saw he wasn’t, her face turned even more sour. “Is that what you would have done in my place?” she hissed, and he lowered his eyes. “Besides, you saved me. For whatever that’s worth.”

“Well, thank you again,” he said. “I can’t imagine it was easy.”

Her face brightened and she tried to shake off her brooding expression. “I was swearing the whole time. You’re heavier than you look.” She let out a little nervous laughter.

“And filthy,” he replied. “Did you drop me in a creek along the way?”

Suddenly, Lily blushed and Blake caught it and held up his hand in apology once again.

“You were still bleeding,” she said softly. “I had to clean you. Erm, I… I had an old pair of cargo work pants in the trunk, a shirt.” She indicated a pile of clothes beside him, stacked neatly, that he hadn’t noticed. “When, when you’re ready. I prefer baggy clothing, so it should fit you, more or less, until we can find you something better.”

He nodded with another smile and held out his hand. It was a quick gesture, too quick for her to avoid, and she felt his hand rest on her own on the sheets. Lily blushed again, but didn’t recoil this time. She had just gone through a traumatic experience—she’d had to accommodate the existence of shifters in her world view, she’d witnessed death, and now she was hiding like a fugitive in a cabin with a man she had met only once before. But somehow, she still held onto her sanity, and Blake felt a surge of pride in her.
In my place, I certainly wouldn’t be so calm.

“Thank you,” he whispered again. She nodded, and was silent. Her eyes fell, but she made no indication of wanting to leave his side and he stroked her hand again. “I was surprised to see you again,” he said at last. “This is probably the worst time to tell you this—but then I’ve never been good at timing.”

“Don’t say it,” she said quickly.

He looked at her frantically. “You don’t know what I was going to say.”

“Maybe,” she said, “maybe not. But if you say something, you might not be able to take it back.” Her eyes were like pools, falling into his, and neither could break away from the other’s gaze. “And I, I don’t want to be hurt like that. Not like that.”

Blake’s face turned to one of pain. “Then I won’t hurt you,” he said simply. “When you left that morning, perhaps I didn’t expect to ever see you again. But for the last two weeks, even with all of this shit going on around me, heh… it sounds ridiculous, but I couldn’t stop thinking about you. That probably sounds crazy, doesn’t it?”

Lily bit her lower lip and shook her head. “No, not crazy.”

“Why did you come back?” he said. “Did it really have to do with an assignment as a reporter? I’m sure if that was the case, you could have given it to someone else. But you didn’t—it was you that came here.”

She was definitely hiding something, but every time he thought he was getting close to it, she would back away again. Truth was like the terminal game of death between a predator and prey, each of them orbiting one another, closing in and then falling away, in an endless cycle. Both of them knowing that when they
did
converge, that whatever truth they found there in one another would change them irreparably. Permanently.

“I,” she shook her head again and turned away, but Blake held her hand again and pulled her toward him. “It’s, it’s nothing. Maybe I wanted… to see you again, too.”

Those words felt like a godsend to him, but there was still that hesitancy in her voice, a tension that seemed to pull along the fine ridge of her jaw, a tendon pulled tight. She was still holding back, but he let it go. Even after their first encounter, he had recognized that she was as strong as she was independent. Had she been born a shifter, she likely would have risen to the rank of an Alpha in her own tribe.

“Why did you go?”

She shook her head. “Fear, I guess,” she said. “I… I don’t know, I figured it was a one night stand sort of thing. I got carried away, but then… then after, I just—”

“Wasn’t so sure?” Blake released his grip on her arm. “Funny, how life works like that.”

“Funny,” she repeated.

“I missed you,” he whispered and brushed a lock of hair out of her eyes.

“You know how fucked up this is, right?” Lily let out another weak chuckle—the ice had been broken between them, and it was a comfortable enough atmosphere for her to finally let down some of the barriers she had put up. Tears brimmed at her eyes again, but she held her composure and scooted close to him. He leaned in tentatively and kissed her on the mouth and pulled away again. “You’re not human,” she said.

“Right now I am.” He grinned, and took off her glasses and set them on top of the folded pile of clothes beside them before leaning in again and kissing her.

She relented and closed her eyes as she was drawn close. She was right, it was crazy. The two of them were lovers of a single night, but there was more to it than that—neither had the language to put it into words, but they both felt it, equally. Something born out of passion and desire, but held together by something stronger. Lily opened her mouth, and her tongue sparked outward like a fierce pink organ, grappling at the air, looking for its mate. Blake pulled her by the torso into his own muscular chest and felt a gasp of her air escape into his own mouth as he sealed his lips over hers, tasting her for all the sweetness and the woman that she was. Even under the sheets, he felt himself stiffening with the immediate reflex of that untamed wilderness of emotion that so often hid behind the bear. Lily had seen both sides of him now—animal and human—and there was no going back.

She moaned loudly as his hands caressed her shoulder blade and pulled down one of the straps. His other hand leveled on her lower back, urging her closer. She groaned and positioned herself over top of him, straddling him like the beast he was. He let his hands trail down her strong, firm thighs. Even through the thin fabric of the cargo pants, he could feel the swelling urge in her movements, and he squeezed her legs. Her kissing became more frantic as she laid into him, taking a position above him, and the warm slick embrace of her saliva surged between her teeth, caressing both of their lips in a torrent. He sucked hard on her tongue, causing her waif-like body to shiver in his grip.

“There’s something I need to tell you,” she gasped, rubbing herself against his bulging erection that had creased through the sheets like a rising hill on some vast polyester landscape, and he reached down between her legs with his free hand and cupped her groin, causing her to open her mouth in another sigh of pleasure.

“It can wait,” he breathed, pushing his face into the nape of her neck and drawing his tongue like a marker down her breast. She fumbled and pulled the tank-top over her head. She had foregone the use of a bra, and both breasts hovered in front of him, luscious and perky.

Lily opened her mouth to try to insist, but he had already gone for her right breast and his lips closed around the nipple. She gasped again, placing both hands on his naked shoulders, her fingers creeping along the contours of his tattoos. A low growl murmured from his throat as he continued to stroke her, brushing his palms up and down her ribs and under the seam of her pants. Lily shuffled off him briefly and scooted out of them, casting them to one side by the door, and for a moment time paused as the two of them looked at each other.

With the hesitant measure of someone testing the water of a lake before they plunged into it, he pulled away the sheets across his waist. Her eyes once again fastened on that organ that had delved so deep inside of her once before. Approaching on her hands and knees, her pert buttocks perfectly parted by the nylon arc of her thong, she reached toward him and took his cock in her hand. Blake merely leaned back against the wall, watching as the woman with the black pixie-haircut stroked his member up and down, eliciting another gaping sigh. Pre-cum was slick on the head of his penis and squished between her fingers as she loomed over him.

Lily had now become the predator and was watching him with bated breath. She took pleasure in watching how she could manipulate the look on his face and squeezed tighter. Her eyes were now wide with childish wonder, and with lust, and she fixed a stare at him again as she tilted his member toward her lips and slipped her mouth over it.

Blake clenched at the mattress to keep himself from coming.

She was masterful with her mouth, and her head bobbed up and down on his sex. Twice she pulled it out and let out a tiny cough, her mouth glistening with saliva that clung like an ooze to his glans. It was the best blow job he’d ever had, and he felt himself learning a part of her he had explored only with his own tongue. Lily dipped her face over him again and her hair shook as she worked furiously, driving her mouth down hard on him as she tried to bury it in the back of her throat.

Satisfied that he was ready, she pulled it out again and wiped her mouth as she clambered toward him, eyeing him hungrily, and Blake knew that there was no way to escape this moment, and for once he didn’t want to. Even with the threat of his tribe falling apart, with the death of two members already, and nearly being killed, all he wanted to do was sink into a distraction.
It’s more than that now, isn’t it?
he asked himself.

Lily propped herself above him, reached down between her legs and pulled aside the thin fabric of her thong. The small patch of pubic hair brushed against his own shaft as she reached down, gripping him again, and guided the blunt head of his sex toward her own womanhood.

Both of them gasped as they merged, sliding into one another like a single entity, and her eyes had clouded over again with the deep patina. Of all her lovers, Lily had never been able to get over that first encounter with Blake. His organ throbbed inside her and she gasped in his arms as she pushed her pelvis toward him until the shaft disappeared inside her. She opened her mouth in a silent yawn of pleasure and spread her thighs wider as she began to gyrate on top of him, working toward a frenzy.

For Blake, it was an experience like no other. He, too, had had his share of lovers in the past, and almost all of them had been shifters like him. There was something intangible, an ineffable connection that was made in the act of love whenever another bear engaged with another bear, and it was something he had come to treasure and expect. But never, he thought, from a human.

Lily locked eyes with him, her slender hand coming around the back of his neck, as she pushed herself deeper and deeper, and the warm rhythm of their thighs beat and slid against one another. His hands struggled down to her hip bones to guide her in a faster rhythm, and he felt the muscles, lithe and strong, pulsing under his fingers.

“Uhnnnh, Blake, oh god, fuck me,” she murmured.

“I want to be deep in you,” he murmured, and at the same time propped himself on the mattress and butted upward with his groin, causing Lily to call out again in a scream. His face buried against her breast and his hands massaged her small, pert buttocks until she leaned forward.

Her breath had become a harsh rasp in his ear. She held his shoulders firmly as she rocked against his member. Only her lower body was moving now as she moved harder and faster, and Blake felt himself ready to explode in her. She had lost her sense of restraint and now she was merely of the same animal mind as he was—a need to reach some unattainable height. Her fingers dug into his skin and he leaned back, letting her do the work.

Lily was fiercely panting now, and sweat was beading on her brow. Her hair was a wet mat that shook each time she dove into him. Her moaning excited him more and he felt a tightness in his penis, something overwhelming him to the point of coming and he began to thrust upward as well. Lily screamed once more, biting her lower lip, and her hands went down, covering his hands which were braced on her thighs.

“I’m co-coming,” she murmured, “oh god, unh- coming!”

He felt her muscles tighten, all of them in turn. Her stomach flattened and shook with the effort and he felt her thighs under his hands clench shut. Her vaginal muscles constricted against his member in a single, vice-like clutch as she let out a gasp and her spine curled.

Her orgasm nearly took her breath away and she gasped, trying to keep from writhing right off of him. Blake held her tightly, felt the oiled skin of her arms and her thighs rubbing against his own, and her vagina tightening and untightening around his member against her will. A clear fluid poured out of her, slathering down his shaft and he came as well. He grunted, and a shock of his seed sprayed upward just as she pulled herself off of him. A white jet splattered against her stomach, all the way to the tops of her breasts. Lily was still in the middle of an orgasm and grinded her groin against the slick handle of his cock, trying to exhaust every sensation.

“Fuck, oh fuck, put it inside me again,” she murmured, reaching down and guiding the semen-soaked end of his member back into the moist dripping tunnel of her womanhood. Blake almost came again, feeling himself stroke the most tender inner lining of the woman.

At last, Lily’s orgasm subsided and they both fell onto their sides, clutching each other madly like animals that had just awoken from a hibernation. The pungent odor of their lovemaking clung to them like a blanket, and Blake relished it. It reminded him so much of that other aspect of him, the bear, something primal. He was not ashamed, and he saw now, too, that neither was Lily.