Shifters of Grrr 1 (102 page)

“You have my picture.” She didn’t know why she said that, but she was pleased it was there to affirm the feelings he had for her.
 

“I don’t know if having it kept me sane or drove me mad. But now that I’ve got the real thing back, I’m going to go mad if I don’t have her, very soon.”

“What was it you wanted to see if you were right about?”

“I wanted to know if you lying naked on my bed would improve the look of the room.”

“Let’s see.” Ada pulled off her top and had her thumbs in the waistband of her sweats when she remembered her matronly underwear. “You might want to turn away for this bit.”

Ranger’s eyes were wide. “Are you kidding me? I’d rather get my phone and video you.”

Ada kept her pants firmly up. “Believe me, this could get ugly.”

In a flash he was in front of her, his hands covering hers. “You’ve suddenly become shy? Come on, I need to see your luscious curves.”

She batted his hands away. “It’s not my body I’m shy about; it’s the underwear. I’m wearing granny pants.”

“Why?” Ranger asked, tugging at her sweats.

“I wanted to be able to invoke the passion-killing superpower of gigantic beige knickers to help me resist your advances.”

“I’m not advancing. I’m conquering, and now I’m curious. Show me your nana-pants, come on.”

Ada took her hands away and left the big reveal up to Ranger. “If this deflates the evening, you’ve no-one to blame but yourself.”

In seconds, her sweats were at her feet. “Step out, and give me a good look,” he said, tapping her ankle with his toe.
 

“You’re knicker-shaming me. There’s probably something in the Geneva Convention that outlaws that kind of thing.”

Ranger stepped back, his eyes sweeping over her and settling on the pants. “This is love, baby, not war, so the Geneva Convention doesn’t apply. In saying that, those pants need to be abolished. It’s a crime against humanity to disguise a body as beautiful as yours in a garment so hideous. Don’t move.”

The slight emphasis he put in his last two words sent a quiver of excitement through her. Ada had no idea whether it was a bear thing or simply Ranger himself, but when sex came into play there was a shift in him, a move to alpha that suggested he wouldn’t be messed with.

He had rules, and he expected her to obey. The thing that surprised her was that she slotted right into the role he wanted from her. She’d never been with a guy before who was able to reduce her to a hot mess of need with just a tone of voice or a look.
 

He returned from rummaging in his closet with a serious looking multi-tool. He pulled out the waistband of her knickers and with a snap of his wrist sliced through the seams. “Let’s relegate these to the place where all ugly clothes go to die.”

“Which is?”

He tossed them to the corner of the room. “The furnace in the basement. This bra is equally awful. I’m horrified you even have stuff like this in your wardrobe. We’ll go lingerie shopping this weekend.”

“Are you serious?”

Ada had never come across a guy who would even consider shopping with her. But then, she’d never known anyone quite like Ranger.

Despite her lack of expectation with regard to their relationship, when he’d opened the apartment door this evening, she felt giddy just looking at him. Then burst through a crazy, irrepressible smile that started somewhere deep in her chest that she had no control of.

She might have relegated him to a holiday romance, but in truth she’d met him each day, when she’d sat alone for a meal, or poured herself a glass of wine, in that space in her head reserved just for him.
 

Ranger circled her, leading with his eyes and following with a trail of his fingers across the flesh of her buttocks.

He released the fastening of her bra, sliding it from her and tossing it to the corner to endure the same fate as her panties.

“That is so much better.”

He was still fully clothed.

“What are you doing, or not doing?” she asked.

“I’m looking at my beautiful mate. On your back on the bed, Ada, legs bent and spread, feet up on the mattress. This bear wants his dessert.”

Her pussy throbbed, and she knew what was coming, her breath already shallow with anticipation as she lowered herself across the light cotton throw that covered the king-sized bed.

Outside the lights of the city sparkled and stopped at the dark strip of the harbour between the city and the north shore; inside, Ranger stalked across the room.

“Are you going to get undressed?” she asked.

“Quiet now, I’m in charge. I’ll get undressed when I’m ready. The only thing you have to do is come, and scream my name.”

He knelt on the bed between her legs.

“This,” he said, running a finger between her slick lips spreading the moisture that already seeped from her pussy, “this is what I’ve missed so much. Don’t ever take this away from me again.”

She’d missed him too, emotionally, and in the way he knowingly touched and teased her, so that she made a sound of welcome when without preamble he pushed a finger deep inside her.

“Here, right here, sweetheart. This lovely wet pussy that takes my cock and squeezes it until I ache to come; this is mine.”

His finger stilled. “Open your eyes.”

When she did, she found his gaze and locked into it as he slowly lowered his head, pressing his lips to the inside of her knee, trailing small kisses all the way along her thighs until he reached the junction between her legs. The entire time he kept with her eyes, and she knew this was different than any other time. He wanted, needed, to see her reaction to every move he made.
 

Then he opened her lips, and his clever tongue lapped at her, all the way from her ass to her clit, the surge of arousal settling thick and heavy in her lower belly. He made lazy circles around her nub, and all the time his gaze penetrated hers.

The colours in his eyes changed even more rapidly as the gentle flick of his tongue progressed to a greedy suck of his mouth. It had been so long, and she was so close, that when he added a second finger inside her throbbing cunt she closed her eyes and called out his name.

He lifted off her. “Eyes on me, baby. I’ve waited too long for this, spent too many nights remembering how you look when you come, and I’m going to savour it now. You’re close; keep watching.”

He made her feel like the most precious and loved person in the world. Now he was back, nursing on her clit, his fingers plunging in and out of her, curling just inside her entrance making her hips buck, begging for the orgasm that hovered so close. The intensity grew so that she made little pleading sounds, her hands entangled in the bedcover and her thighs closing, trying to pull him right into her.

And always, the eyes.

His fingers rubbed harder at the little place that sent her wild, and this time when he mouthed her he closed his teeth and held, gently, precariously.

“Ranger, please…”

Ada was frozen in place, captured by the physical connection of his mouth clamped onto her clit, and subjugated by the ferocity of his gaze that seemed to find its way to the depths of her soul.

It was so powerful, this symbiosis of man and bear. The way he insisted with no more than a look, that she work through the vulnerable state she was in, both physical and emotional, to trust him. A wave of heat fuelled by emotion washed through her and every worry and concern vanished until she was left with no more than a feeling of love.
 

I trust him.

With that thought, he seemed to be in her mind, and as his eyes settled to a glowing amber, her lips curved into a beautiful smile.

He released her, his tongue flicking quickly, and the sudden change in sensation ignited the pressure she’d clung to. She knew the longer she could hold on, the more tremendous the reward of release. The orgasm that had built and hovered roared through her as she cried out for him.

More gently now, he moved his fingers, drawing contractions that gradually decreased in intensity until she was left with a gentle flutter. Finally, her breath steadied, and she managed a smile.

It had been intense and fast.

She noticed his eyes continued to glow, his fingers still buried inside her, the palm of his hand holding a constant pressure at her entrance; a connection that was strangely comforting. It suggested he continued to battle his bear, and the internal chaos must have been gruelling.

“You’ll be the ruin of me, Ada, you’re so stunning.”

“I think I’m the one ruined,” she said. She was almost satiated…almost, because she still needed him to claim her properly.

“I can’t wait to fuck you,” he said as he towered over her and slowly, methodically, released each button on his shirt. When he shrugged it off, Ada took her time enjoying the sight of his immense body, his chest broad, tapering to a narrow torso that carried not an inch of spare flesh.

He’d changed physically in a way that spoke of sacrifice and denial.

“You’ve lost weight.”

“It’s inevitable when you’re carrying a pining bear inside of you.”

“But you’re somehow fitter.”

A smile spread slowly across his face. “More dangerous, more stamina and more than ready to fill you with my cock, and come in your lovely pussy. I’m fucking aching for you.”

She tongued the lobe of his ear. “Less talk, then, more action.”

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

~RANGER~

She tasted like the sweetest honey, and when she came, screaming his name, he almost felt the months of waiting had been worth it. The way they’d connected when she let go to trust him was the most powerful thing he’d ever experienced. But now it was time to claim her as his mate.

He loved the way she watched him undress, hunger burning in her eyes that swept slowly down his torso and fixed on his cock. Her mouth quirked, the tip of her tongue testing her lower lip; she liked what she saw, and she wanted him.

On the bed before him she lay languid, one leg stretched long, the other half-cocked. She looked satisfied, and she probably had little idea that the night had only begun. By the morning, she would completely understand what satisfied meant.
 

“There we go.” He took hold of her ankles as he moved up the bed. “You should see your beautiful pussy; it’s glistening, and it smells like heaven.”
 

He burned for her, his balls, his cock, his heart, and although he wanted to drive himself deep inside her cunt and fuck her hard, there were other things he wanted to do, too. Ranger reached for her luscious breasts, her nipples dark and tight with need. He took one between his thumb and finger, rolling it, watching her face and enjoying how she sucked in a breath, taking the intensity and the narrow focus of sensation for him.
 

“Your tits are magnificent.” He lowered his head and drew one nipple deep into his mouth, all the time kneading the soft, ample flesh of the other. She liked to have her nipples gradually teased until she was able to take more and more for him, to match his bear’s desire for something rougher.

Her breath caught whenever he held on for that bit longer, and then she’d release it and moan and ask for more.

When her hands slipped between them, he pulled away from where the head of his cock nestled in her soft, wet heat.

“I want to touch you, Ranger. It’s been so long.”

Her voice was husky, roughened by so much harsh breathing and cries.

“No, sweetheart. Later, there’s nothing I’d love more than my cock in your talented mouth, but right now, if you touch me, there’ll be one hot mess between us. When I come for the first time, I want to be buried deep inside you.”

“Please,” she begged, her hand diving for a second attempt.

Ranger grabbed her wrist taking it above her head. He wrapped her fingers around a headboard slat and instructed her to hang on. He took hold of his cock and rubbed it along her moist cleft. He’d never known her so wet, and the way she lifted her hips whenever he added the smallest amount of pressure near her entrance told him she was good and ready.

He moved his cock in just an inch and then plunged inside.

Ada threw back her head and uttered a long, drawn-out ‘
Yes’
at the intrusion.

Once deep inside her, Ranger stilled. He thought he remembered the way her swollen cunt held his cock so possessively, but this was different, better than ever. He framed her face with his hands, taking the stray lock of hair caught around her mouth and hooking it behind her ear.
 

“Now that I have your attention,” he said, nudging just a bit deeper into her, “I have a question. Who’s your mate?”

She squeezed him with her muscles, the little minx, causing him to grunt and squeeze his eyes shut, to fight the desire to pull back and drive into her again.

“You, Ranger, you’re my mate.”

“For how long?”

“Forever.”

“Good answer, don’t ever forget it. Now I’m going to fuck you hard. It could get a little rough, so you tell me to stop if it’s too much.”