Bear King's Curves: A BBW Werebear Shifter Romance (5 page)

I jerked in his hand, refusing to answer. If he was
going to kill me, I needed to die without a confession to my enemy.

I wanted to die brave like a smuggler. Not like a scared
little girl, breaking down, crying, and begging for her life.

“
That's between me and God,” I said in a
huff. “None of your fucking business.”

He curled his lips, half-smile and half-snarl. Another
jerk at my hair.

Is he enjoying this? Typical brutal bear!

“
You really shouldn't have come to our
reservation, Lyla. That goes double for my home. If the anyone else
finds you, they won't be so forgiving.”

“
Maybe to you,” I said sourly. “That's
really what you're worried about, isn't it? Saving yourself? It must
be a serious crime to do anything with a human girl that doesn't
involve your teeth and claws.”

A low growl thundered out his lips, onto my bare,
vulnerable cheek.

Despite the courage and sass shielding me, I started
shaking. Nobody in their right mind could hear a bear's warning growl
so close and stay firm.

“
Stupid, reckless, beautiful girl...” He
released my hair and cautiously lifted up. “You have no idea.”

Jesus, he
was
completely naked after all. A very big, swollen erection jutted up
between his muscular thighs, angry as the rest of him.

“
No? You obviously didn't finish the job last
night. You had your chance to kill me and you blew it. Someone's got
to be pissed about that.”

Another growl. He shook his head, mostly to himself, and
paced quickly to the other side of the room, slamming the door shut.

Nick wanted me sealed in. He stood near it, arms folded
across his big, beautiful chest, lording over me like an enormous
guard dog.

Guard bear?

“
You're right,” he said, stepping forward, a
dark note in his voice. “I should've finished what I really
wanted to last night.”

He lunged forward. I whimpered as he landed on top of
me, cradling me in one big arm. Then he flipped me over, onto my
belly, dragging me by the calves toward the edge of the bed.

Nick tore at my jeans. My eyes popped in surprise as he
unclasped the brass button and dragged down the zipper.

Before I knew it, the denim was around my waist,
exposing the lacy black panties underneath. Nick had an instant
glimpse of the wet spot between my legs too.

Damning proof that fear wasn't all I had on the brain.
Not by a long shot.

“
Hold still!” He roared. “I'm going to
spank your big, beautiful ass raw. You're a brat, Lyla, and I'll do
you one better than killing you. I'm going to knock some fucking
sense into your sweet body, if it's the last thing I do...”

He told the truth. I still gasped in surprise as his
palm landed on my right cheek.

Fire shot through me. No man had ever spanked me before,
not even my own father.

If he wanted to shock me, then mission accomplished. I
lay tense on the bed, my back slightly arched, weathering four more
blows spread equally over both of my big, round cheeks.

The heat condemned me, total and hot. Not just from his
hands.

I pinched my thighs together, feeling my sex
constricting, gushing in delight. The emptiness inside me became a
gnawing void; a dark, irrational, totally irresistible need.

This firm spanking just added to the storm. The sudden,
sharp sensations moving through my body, above and below, were like
lightning landing in a forest fire.

Sharp, agonizing grunts slipped out between my teeth. I
stiffened, absorbing another round of ass smacking fire, suddenly
pushing my plump rear closer to receive them.

He must've given me a dozen good whacks before he
stopped. His hand rested gently on my well numbed ass. Nothing except
the sound of our heavy breathing filled the room.

Sweet silence. Even sweeter lust.

“
Get out of here. Leave the artifact alone. Be a
good girl and go home.”

One last chance. That's what he's offering. Dare I
listen to common sense for once?

Of course not.

I swiveled, rolling underneath him, reaching both hands
around his neck. My senses were overwhelmed, too hungry to do
anything but what I did next.

Nick growled his surprise, just as awed as me when I
pushed my lips to his. One kiss can corral a lot of things.

My hunger spilled into him. Our mouths sucked and
licked. He took the lead, winding his tongue around mine, ringing my
plush, warm lips with soft, wet strokes.

We kissed for a long time, making a whole meal of it. I
wondered if it was this intense because he was love starved like me.
Or was it just because he wasn't fully human?

God! I'm seriously kissing a fucking bear!

I ran my hands down his
shoulders. His whole body was
hard
,
a full slab of a man, muscles working in concert for work and
pleasure.

I'd broken the ultimate taboo. And there was no going
back after one kiss.

Nick broke first,
moving to my neck, nipping and needling me with faint stubble just
beneath the ear. I reared up against him, crying out, sputtering for
more, more, more!

He knew what I needed. Maybe he could smell my arousal
or just taste it on my skin in a way a normal man couldn't.

My enemy-turned-lover swept lower, clawing at my shirt.
I straightened my arms so he could yank it above my head.

Big, ripe, needful breasts popped out into his hands,
wobbling for attention. He tore the undersized bra down, letting my
left nipple pop right into his mouth. Perfect timing.

Electricity zapped through me. I lifted my legs,
wrapping them around his muscular flanks, alarmed at how fast I
wanted to be utterly consumed by this beast, this bear.

He sucked my nipple deep behind his lips, holding it
with his teeth. When they pinched together, I screamed, hooking my
chin over the top of his short, sandy hair.

Indecent girl! You can't hide anything from this
bear, can you?

Hell no. Especially not when he pawed at my other
breast, plumping it fuller, tweaking both nipples with fingers and
teeth.

I melted beneath him.

I pushed up, grinding
against the wonderfully naked bulge pressed to my panties. I wanted –
no,
needed
– to
get them off. I wanted him in me, hard and deep and instant,
unceasing until I was fucked into submission.

Nick's teeth and hands changed place. Now he teased my
opposite nipple with those rough, eerily precise teeth, using the
slickness left on my newly freed breast to roll it between his
fingers.

I hissed. I moaned. I might have even cried a little.

I never thought it was possible to come just from having
a man suck at my boobs. But I was dangerously close, each lick and
stroke melding me a little deeper into the pleasure, another inch
closer to –

“
Huh?” I lifted up, wondering why his weight
wasn't so perfect along my body anymore.

Nick's head sank lower. I reached, running my fingers
through his short hair.

It didn't take me long to figure out where he was going.
He looked up, making sure I could feel the hot words and rough
breaths steaming out his mouth.

“
Hold still, beautiful. I'm gonna lick you where
it counts, and I won't stop until you're punching those bed springs,
making them share your screams.” He pushed my legs down.

Nick wasn't lying. The old springs creaked loudly,
fueling our carnal inferno.

Fuck!

I flushed, and opened my mouth to try to sway him in a
different direction. Having a man's face buried between my legs made
me self-conscious. Up close and personal – especially down
there – he could see every imperfect fold, every overly plump
ripple in my flesh.

Nick grabbed my panty waistband and ripped. It zipped
down my legs, twirled off around my ankles, giving total access to
the hard, determined creature between my legs.

He didn't even hesitate. Nick dove, kissing and licking
his way up my right thigh, sucking hard at the vulnerable flesh of my
inner thigh.

I saw stars. My legs
shuddered, but he forced them wider. All the better to bring that
handsome face with its wickedly skilled mouth right
there.

His tongue spread my labia apart. One big lick up the
center, one lap of pure steam.

My whole body jerked in delight. Muscles I didn't know I
had convulsed, swaying like they'd been hit with a steady, relentless
current when his evil tongue found my clit.

Around and around and around he licked...clockwise,
counter-clockwise. Up. Down.

Very wise.

Flames darted up my womb, coalescing into a fireball. My
thighs began to shake, but it just made my new lover pin them down
harder.

He sucked. My sensitive button disappeared behind his
lips, carefully balanced between his teeth, awaiting one final tap.

Literally on the edge, I held my breath, mashing my head
deep into the mattress. One lick was all it took.

I exploded. Screaming, clawing, bundling my thick thighs
around his head.

Orgasm roared up and consumed me. Nick was still cutting
tight, wet laps around my clit, forcing my body to match the circular
rhythm.

Jerking, I pinched my ankles into his back, wishing I
could pull him into me. For now, his tongue, his teeth would do
nicely.

Very, very fucking nicely.

Sharp spasms lifted me high. Each burst streaked through
my body hotter and deeper, warming me from the inside out. My whole
sex danced for him, a drunken tango starting at my womb.

His mouth slowly peeled away. One last growl, and I
collapsed backward, flat on my back and panting for air.

My toes remained curled. He caught one foot, pulled my
calf close to his face, and kissed it.

“
You came just like I imagined,” Nick said,
wiping his mouth and standing up straight again.

“
Yeah?”

“
You're a firecracker, Lyla. You've been holding
back a hell of a lot, haven't you?” He went between my legs and
stopped, hovering over me, positioning his gorgeous arms next to my
head.

“
Maybe.” I held my words. A therapy session
with a man who should've been my worst enemy was the last thing on my
mind – especially while we were both horny and naked.

“
Nothing else to add? I haven't forgotten that you
broke into my house and tried to steal clan treasure, you know.”

I locked eyes with him, running my fingers across his
broad shoulders. He held himself above me, a stiff mountain, hardness
culminating in the big peak between his legs, just a couple inches
from shoving its way inside me.

“
That's too bad. Guess you'll have to shut up and
hate fuck me to get over it. Right?”

Watch it what you're saying,
the saner side of my brain cautioned.

Too late.

An animal flicker ran through his eyes. Growling, Nick
grabbed at my hair with one hand. He kissed my neck, lips giving way
to teeth. Soon those kisses turned into full on love bites, harsh and
exciting.

His free hand went to the old nightstand next to his
bed, yanking the drawer open. He reared back, never letting go of my
head, tearing at the condom wrapper with his teeth.

“
Put it on. Don't make me fuck you senseless while
I hold that pretty mouth shut...”

The temptation to give him more bullshit was off the
charts. Still, I held my tongue, transfixed by the magnificent feel
of his length as I rolled the condom onto it.

It fit snug. Ready.

He pushed me down, another growl rising in his throat,
deeper than the others before it. Nick wasn't giving me any time to
spread my legs or get ready.

He pushed into me, sinking to my depths. I lurched,
whimpered, wrapping myself tight around him. My insides struggled to
accommodate his length and size.

He reared back and thrust deep, hard and sudden. I
jerked, mixed pleasure and shock tumbling inside me.

Well, you asked for a hate fucking...

Nick jackhammered between my legs, throwing his whole
body into it. Each time he went deep, he nipped at my neck, my
shoulder, pulling a little harder on the hair he held tight in one
fist.

Nobody had ever taken
me like this. I should've known the bears would make love –
mate
, they called it –
sudden and brutal. I should've been able to admit I liked it like
that too.

Instead, the resistance gnawed at me, only fading when
he chipped away with new strokes. He thrust hard and deep, making any
thoughts except how good he felt deep inside me impossible.