Look Before You Bake (14 page)

Soren's stomach rumbles, and Iminyë's eyes light up. "Perfect!"

My hunky werebear adopts a stern tone. "Come morning, however, we're leaving for the glade."

Iminyë frowns. "Why?"

"Why?" He sounds completely surprised. "Your glade? Your honey?"

She shrugs. "I've been trapped there since forever. I want movies and fresh cake. I want to live with Nita."
Nita
? Since when does Iminyë use my pet nickname?

Soren looks stunned. "But – who will protect your glade?"

Iminyë flicks her hair over one rounded shoulder. "I'll close the glade. Nobody will be able to find it while we're gone."

Both Soren and I stand there in stunned silence. I can't breathe. "Are you sure, Iminyë? You want to come live with me?"

She nods firmly. "I'm a '90s girl! Cake! Romance! Movies!"

Well, that makes sense to me. Except for the '90s bit, but she did just watch
Sleepless in Seattle
. Who would want to live in a tree when there are over five decades' worth of great romantic comedies to catch up on?

I look up at Soren. He's wrestling with this new information, but finally nods. "Well, if that's what you want, then of course. That is, if Anita doesn't mind having us around? I have my own place here in town –"

I squeal and leap into Soren's arms again, and he laughs in surprise and swings me around. My mind has just exploded in color and joy. My stomach is effervescent, my body humming with happiness. Soren sets me down, and I place both palms on his chest. "Do you want to? Come live with me?"

He cups my chin, his wise, gentle, strong eyes alight with humor and joy. "Are you kidding me? There's nowhere else in this world I'd rather be."

"With me. The two of us?" My mind can't process it.

"Three!" Iminyë stamps her little foot again.

"Right," I say quickly. "The three of us."

Soren's smile fades as he gets serious and growly and leans in to kiss me. And holy magical yummy goodness, what a kiss. My bones melt, my knees go weak, my head spins. I sink into his arms as his lips press against mine, his arms wrapping around my body, heat pooling in my core, fireworks going off inside me. It's a kiss to drown in, our tongues touching, the heat between us soaring through the roof. I don't even know how long he kisses me for. It feels like eternity while it lasts. When our kiss finally breaks, I almost swoon, and he has to actually support me, hold me up.

His smile is wicked. "We'd better head back to your place before I make good on my promise to take you on the bridge."

No more urging is needed. I grab his large hand and almost run down the street, dragging him after me as he laughs.

Chapter 15

We leave Iminyë on the couch at my place watching
When Harry Met Sally
with a bowl of chocolate mousse in her lap. Soren then takes me to his apartment, a large two bedroom with a view of the Conway River. I barely have time to take in the open plan layout, the leather furniture, the deep rugs and the brick fireplace before he pulls me into his bedroom and closes the door behind us. I back away, breath coming shallowly. I thought I'd never have him. I thought I'd lost him. Now here he is, prowling toward me, massive and muscled, radiating heat and desire, his eyes glowing in the light of the candles. I'm aware of him as a man and as a bear. His presence fills the room, powerful and strong. My throat is dry, my pulse is racing, and there's nowhere else I'd rather be.

Soren reaches behind his head and pulls his shirt off in that way I've come to love, his heavy muscles rippling as he tosses it aside. His body is perfection. I love the scruff of hair across his pecs, the sheer width of his shoulders, and how his broad chest narrows down to his waist, two lines forming a 'V' whose point disappears just below his belt.

"Anita," he says, his voice rough and raw, the way it gets when desire gets the better of him. When he's losing control. His eyes devour me. I feel naked before him, even though I'm fully dressed. We've made love a dozen times already, and still he gazes at me as if this is the first time, as if between us it will always be the first time.

He steps up to me and I place my hands on him, amazed as always by how much heat radiates from his body. He pulls me close, hands moving down to cup and squeeze my ass as we kiss, his gentleness disappearing before his need. His tongue is commanding, hungry for mine, and I succumb willingly, giving myself up to him as he kisses me deep. Oh, god. To think I've gone my whole life without kisses like these. I have so much catching up to do.

He rumbles and picks me up easily, then carries me over and drops me on the bed. There's something more bestial about him tonight. Something more raw, as if his need truly is overwhelming him. He reaches down and unbuttons my jeans roughly, then pulls them down over my hips and throws them aside.

"I need to taste you," he says, kneeling down before the bed, grabbing my legs and pulling me close to his face. Christ, the desire on his face sets my blood on fire. I feel myself cream as he pulls my panties off and inhales deeply, eyes narrowing. "Fuck, you smell so good." Then he leans his head forward and licks my sex, his tongue wide, a broad swipe from base to clit that makes me gasp, completely unprepared for the sudden spike of pleasure and intensity. He does so again, but this time slowly, pushing his tongue between my lips and making me writhe. I groan and clasp at his hands as he spreads my thighs wider. Is he really going to live with me? Or am I going to move into his place? I don't care, as long as he licks me like this every night.

Growling, Soren teases and licks, the rumbling sound sending vibrations to the base of my clit that drive me absolutely wild. I'm so wet I'm almost self-conscious about it, dripping with desire as my werebear conquers my pussy, nuzzling and working my clit, sliding his tongue deep inside me, exploring my folds, building a fire in my core that threatens to burn me to cinders. I gasp, my chest heaving, my pulse tremulous, my hips rising and falling as I urge him on.

"Yes," I hear myself saying. "Like that. Oh, Soren. My bear. Lick me deeper. Oh, make me come. I want you to make me come."

He growls in response, his hands locked around my thighs, spreading them like the wings of a butterfly so that I'm completely splayed open before him. I don't feel even a little aware of my curvy body. I love how he's made me feel beyond sexy, how he's shown me that he loves me for who I am, that my size, my curves, my luscious body is everything his bear desperately needs. He licks and then suddenly stands, the shock of his leaving me causing my eyes to flare wide.

"I can't wait," he growls. "I need to slide my dick inside you now." Oh, god. The way he says it turns me to jelly. He unbuckles his belt and drops his pants, then yanks down his boxers so that his cock springs free, huge and hard and perfect. I start to sit up, wanting to touch it, to feel its silken length, to take his gorgeous head in my mouth, but he presses me back down with a growl. Then he's over me, caging me in with his arms on both sides of my shoulders, and his cock head presses against my lips. I groan and tilt my hips just right, opening to him, wanting all of him, and he pushes into me. Thank god I'm wet beyond all imagining. Thank god I've had a week of taking him, so that his sheer girth and size don't stretch me beyond my threshold of comfort. As it is, it's all I can do to ride the wave of ecstasy and burning pain as he sinks to the hilt, growling again deep within his chest. I go rigid, tensed around him, my canal squeezing him tight, clamped around his shaft, my mind blanked out in the sheer pleasure of the sensation.

"You're mine, Anita." His voice is barely human, and I can barely make out the words. "I am yours."

"Soren," I cry out, scratching his arms as he withdraws. "Oh, yes."

"My mate." He plunges back in, and I whimper from the sheer intensity of the sensation. My body is feverish, my mind delirious. How can he be so big? How can I take him like this? And in my insanity, I want more. I want all of him, forever, harder and faster and deeper.

"Your mate," I cry out. "Take me. I want you. Your seed. Come inside me, my love."

He moves faster. Deeper. Harder. Just as I wanted, as if he can read my mind. I feel weightless, suspended in a void of pleasure. He takes my body, leaning back and drawing a leg up his chest so that suddenly his cock is entering me at a different angle, rubbing against me in a wholly different way that sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my body. I gasp, propping myself up on my elbows, and drink him in, his gorgeous body, his feral need, my gentle Soren losing his control over me.

His body is mesmerizing to watch, the play of muscles, his large hand wrapped around my ankle, his eyes glowing like only a werebear's can glow in the firelight, alien and frightening, arousing and thrilling. He plows into me, over and over, and just as I start to think I'm reaching the point of no return he withdraws, and with ease takes me by the hips and turns me onto all fours.

"I'm going to take you like a bear does," he rasps into my ear. "I'm going to claim you. Mark you as my mate."

"Yes," I whisper. I don't know what this means exactly, but I do know I want it. "Make me yours. Yours forever."

He holds my hips and kisses my neck, then trails his tongue down my back, kissing and nipping as he goes, tasting me, savoring me. He bites my ass, sending a jolt of shock through me, then spreads my cheeks and licks me from my little hole down to my pussy, spreading my lips with his fingers so he can taste my cream, so thick and ready for his cock. I feel like a leaf before a storm wind, frail and barely holding on. I feel his thumb enter my pussy, and he pushes down and works it in a tight circle, driving me wild as he finds my g-spot, sparks shooting off into the void. I cry out, barely able to keep my arms straight.

"Your body is mine," he says, "Just as mine is yours. I'm going to take you in every way. Over and over again. Fill you with my seed. Claim you. Put my mark on you. All who meet you will know that you are mine, just as they will know I'm yours."

"Oh, Soren," I say, squeezing my eyes shut. How does he know how to touch me like this? My body is a violin string, and he's playing me expertly. Wringing the pleasure from me almost cruelly. I need release. He's building up my pleasure till it's almost unbearable. Then his thumb pulls out and his cock head slides inside me, just as a finger presses against my little hole. I'm so wet that he doesn't even need lubrication – he slides inside both my holes, front and back, filling me up in a way that nobody ever has before.

I cry out, his words having pushed me to the brink. His cock fills me, stretches me, and his finger in my tiny hole takes me to a whole new level of awareness and intensity.

"Fuck," he groans. "You're so sexy, Nita. You have no idea what your body does to me. Your smell, your taste. I love being inside you."

I couldn't respond if I wanted to. My breath is coming fast and shallow, more pants than anything else, my whole body shaking as he takes me, claims me, owns me. Again my pleasure mounts, higher and higher, like a building storm. I need release. I need to come. I can't take it anymore.

"Please," I whimper. "Make me come. I need it. So bad."

He growls, thrusting into me harder, with greater abandon. My ass and pussy clutch and release at the same time, the fire in my womb turning every cell in my body on fire. There are no words for this sensation. It's more than mind-blowing sex. It's sex with a man I love. Who loves me. Who I thought I'd lost forever. Who saved me from slavery to Harold. My knight in shining armor. My man, my werebear, my Soren.

He fucks me hard, and I love it. His grunts and growls are rising into a roar. I can feel his sex swelling, growing even harder, and I know he's going to come soon. Then he slips his hand under me, finding my pussy, his finger finding my hard little clit, and he pulls back the hood just enough to thumb the little bundle. It's too much. The tension inside me snaps and my whole body shakes from an orgasm that's almost painful. The release is almost violent, and I scream. Just as I do, I feel Soren roar his loudest, and hot seed floods into me just as he leans down and bites my shoulder, his teeth scoring deep into my skin, marking me as his, as his forever.

I can barely breathe. Sweat drips everywhere. My body is on fire, convulsing, shaking, massive waves of pleasure flooding through me, over and over again. Soren's thrusts grow jerky, then finally still, his cock still spasming as more cum fills me. I lose track of time. I float, lost in an ocean of pleasure and joy. Soren folds over my back, breath rasping in his throat, one arm wrapped under my tummy, holding me close to him, and finally we both fall over onto our sides. He pulls me into a spooning position, and I wriggle against him, luxuriating in his body, the heat between us, his cock still buried deep inside me.

"You're mine now," he rumbles in his chest. "We're bound. Forever."

There have never been sweeter words. I sigh happily, lost within his arms. This is perfection. This is a happiness I never thought would be mine. A werebear who loves me. A bakery of my own, with magical honey, and my father helping and staying close. New friends who care for me.

Soren rumbles behind me, so deeply that I can feel it more than hear it. "Are you ready?"

"Hmm?" I look over my shoulder at him. "Ready for what?"

His grin is wicked and he kisses behind my ear. "We're not done. I told you, I would claim your body every way. I haven't licked your breasts yet, or taken your little hole."

A shiver of anticipation runs through me. "More?"

He begins to rock his hips, his cock growing hard within me again. "Oh, yes. Much more. I can't get enough of your body, Nita."

I moan and close my eyes, his cock stirring up faint echoes of my orgasm. "You're insatiable."

"You have no idea. I'm going to take you over and over again until you bear my cubs."

"Cubs?" I sit upright, eyes wide, causing him to slide free. I gulp.

He props himself up on one elbow and laughs. "Sorry. Babies."