Paige's Bossy Bear (A BBW Paranormal Romance) (A Blackwood Brothers' Book) (2 page)

His instincts
were telling him he needed to pull back. But he couldn’t. Other, more formidable instincts, were telling him to take her. Fuck her. Mate her.

He
knew why. And he knew the hunger wouldn’t be slated until he’d planted his seed inside her belly. Then, his bear could rest.

Turning
sharply on his heel, he took the stairs two out at a time, away from temptation.

At first, Paige couldn’t remember where she was or what time it was. Her cheek pressed against something soft and cool but her neck hurt. She opened her eyes and realized she had fallen asleep in one of the big leather chairs in Quinn’s living room. She also realized evening had fully fallen. Sitting up, she stretched, feeling so much better. Maybe she could get Quinn to take one with her next time. The thought of being in her shifter’s arms quickly drove away all thought of sleep. Surely, he was home by now? Looking around, she realized the lights were on near the staircase. She smiled. Quinn was home. She went to the kitchen and turned off the warming oven after checking the food. Everything seemed fine. She’d made sure to marinate the steaks overnight so hopefully that had kept them nice and juicy.

Once upstairs, s
he entered the master bedroom. The room was huge, almost as big as her entire rented house, certainly as big as her living room and bedroom combined. Just like the living room downstairs, one wall had floor to ceiling windows. Quinn had assured her while they could see out, no one could see in.

The sound of
running water drew her closer until she stood inches from the bathroom door. Picturing him inside, naked, had her blood warming. She had never set out to seduce a man before, but she wanted to tonight. She wanted Quinn to complete their mating bond. They’d been discussing their living arrangement and feelings had grown heated. She knew he wanted to protect her and care for her. She needed to keep some semblance of independence. She also needed to show her man how much she loved him and how committed she was to their relationship.

Taking
a deep breath, she pushed open the door and walked inside. The bathroom had wall-to-wall tile and an open shower in the far corner. She smiled. What else would one expect in a bear shifter’s bathroom? No doubt, the enclosed feeling of a shower stall made his bear antsy. How had he managed all those times at her house in her dinky little shower? He had, though, for months now. It was yet another solid symbol of his love for her. Steam filled the bathroom, making her warm. With a smile, she started taking off her clothes as she walked closer to her target.

Water sluiced over his
shoulders, running in rivers down his corded back, his toned buttocks, his huge thighs and muscled legs. His arms rose, his hands gliding over his wet hair. He needed a haircut…or not. She was not opposed to a man with long hair. In fact, Quinn would look damn sexy with his hair grown just a little more. So maybe he wouldn’t be getting a haircut any time soon she thought. A spark of jealously ripped through her at the thought of other women looking at him and lusting after him.

He
was hers.

He turned to the side and
gave her a perfect view of his profile. Rubbing a bar of soap between his hands, he spread lather over his chest, his six-pack abs and down over the trail of hair that lead to his crotch. His dick was thick and strong, surrounded by a swirl of silky hair.

He
was all hard muscles and raw strength and she could feel her body respond as it always did; with her pussy clenching and moistening, preparing her to take her bear lover. Her mouth went dry and her heart stalled. She wanted to taste him. Take his cock into her mouth and taste the clean male flavor.

“Enjoying the view?”

At the sexy drawl, her attention snapped back to his face and his gaze laced with hers. There was a wicked grin on his gorgeous face. She was tongued tied, blushing at getting caught staring at him.

H
er plan kept whirling around in her head. Could she really do this? Her gaze dropped. His cock had grown, lengthen. She knew she’d taken him over and over again, but she’d never done what she was about to suggest with anyone. Ever.

“Come here, baby.”
He held out his hand and urged her closer. She’d only managed to remove her skirt while walking closer. She still had on her panties, blouse, and bra. She noticed his eyes had dropped to her chest and realized the steam from the shower had made her top and bra transparent. Her brown areoles were clearly visible along with her elongated nipples. What could she say? She wanted the man. She circled one with a finger, making them draw up even more.

“What do I get if I do?”
She loved it when her inner imp came out to play. Seeing the expression on his face as she tugged on her nipple, she knew he did, too.

“A fantastic fuck in the shower.”
His confidence was dramatic. But then, most fucks with him were fantastic.

“Been there.
Done that.”

He stepped forward, grabbing her hand an
d pulling her under the warm spray before she could protest. “Then let’s do it again.”

Immediately
, her hair and the rest of her clothes were soaked. His hands stroked down her sides, seemingly enjoying the feel of the wet cloth over her skin. The seconds ticked by as he stared down at her. “I love you, Paige.”

She blinked up a
t him, the water from the shower trickling down her face. “And I love you.”

He
dipped his head. His mouth caught hers in a plundering kiss that never failed to astound her. That he wanted her so much. His tongue swept against her bottom lip and slipped inside, stroking, coaxing, and drawing a raw moan from deep in her throat. She stood on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around his neck to give him better access. His arms slid around her waist and drew her closer. His cock was a hard ridge of heat between them. She slicked her hands down his wet back to his hips, and kneaded the slightly bunched muscles she found there. His big body jerked helplessly against hers as she trailed her hands lower, and around the front, cupping him in her hand. He raised his head, his expression pagan, primal. Possessive. The emotion she saw both thrilled and frightened her on an undefinable level. He was male to her female. Dominant. She tingled inside thinking of the submission she would show him tonight. The trust she would place in his hands.

He reached for the buttons of her blouse and slid them free, pushing the shirt over her shoulders and down her arms.
His fingers made quick work of her bra clasp and she spilled free. The water rushed over her skin and her breasts throbbed.

His gaze dropped to her bare b
reasts. “You have the most incredible nipples I have ever seen. So big and rosy.”

Before she
could drag in a breath, he dipped his head and drew one sensitive peak into his mouth. She wanted to scream in pleasure. Her fingers tangled in his hair. Her nails bit into his scalp. He’d made her come this way the very first time they were together, on their very first date. Their blind date. Now, with just another draw of his mouth, she knew she would come just as hard as she had then. “Oh, God, Quinn. Please.”

Quinn
gave his woman what she needed. He sucked her so hard and so thoroughly she sagged against him. Mewling sounds of pleasure echoed throughout the bathroom and he knew she was about to come. He drew on her harder, his mouth creating a powerful tugging that threw her over the edge.

“Quinn!”

Heat flowed through Paige, pulsating along her nerve endings, heating her body. Wetness flooded her pussy. When he lifted his head, her nipple was red and swollen, throbbing. “More?”

“Yes.”

He smiled and licked a path to her other breast. He didn’t touch her anywhere with his hands. They were flat against the shower wall behind her. The only place they touched was where his mouth sucked on her breast and her fingers still dug into his scalp. The tip of his tongue rasped her ultra-sensitive flesh. Goose bumps rose up and down her arms despite the fall of the warm water. He delivered the same delicious torture to her other breast. Her body pulsed with each movement of his mouth, pushing her closer to the edge. Pull and nibble. Pull and nibble. Pull and…bite!

In an instant
, she was coming again, screaming out his name.

She shuddered as pleasure
rolled through her. As she regained her breath, he turned off the water. “Wait.” She grasped his forearm; her fingers looked small against his rugged size. “I want to taste you.” She started to fall on her knees but his harsh command stopped her.

“No. I don’t have the control.”

She licked her lips. “Are you sure?” His big body kept the majority of the flow off her, pinned as she was between the wall and his chest. He always kept her warm, gave her everything she needed.

He stared down at her, his face grooving with stark lines that made her stomach flip.
“I want, Paige. I want so much I hurt with it.”

“Me, too.”
She ducked her chin, almost embarrassed to say what she wanted. “I want you to take me.” Hell, there was no way she could verbally tell him what she wanted.

“I plan to, baby. I plan to.”
He turned off the water and barely stopped to dry them off before he effortlessly gathered her up in his arms. They were still damp when he knelt on the bed and placed her in the center. Small droplets of water rolled down his chest, following the path from his collarbone to his pecs, edging its way to his taut nipple. She leaned up and licked away the water.

“Again.”
He cradled the back of her head with his big hand and forced her to obey. She grabbed his biceps for support and drew him inside her mouth much as he had her in the shower. Her tongue licked and flicked. Then she bit him. She figured what was as good for the goose…and all that.

He growled.

“Lay back and spread your legs. Wide.”

Again, she obeyed him, planting her feet on the mattress
, and exposing herself fully. Sometimes it was good to be with a bossy bear. He gazed down at her, his hand pumping his cock up and down. Droplets of his cum gathered on the mushroom head and she remembered how she wanted to taste him. “Let me.”

“Quiet.”
With every command he’d given his voice had grown deeper and deeper. Her eyes flew to his face knowing what she would see. His bear. His bear was near the surface. His face was harsher, his eyes a golden brown. They had turned completely gold when he’d mated her. She wanted them golden tonight. Before she could tell him what she planned for tonight, he was between her legs, his shoulders holding her open for his assault. And assault it was. His mouth covered her pussy, sucking the wet flesh. And then his tongue was there, sliding along her slit, tasting her desire.

Her hips arched off the bed.
“More.” Now she was demanding.

He found her clit with his fingers, exposing it. The broad surface of his tongue stroked over it. He varied his attention
between her slit and her clit, making her tremble with need.

Quinn
focused on his mate. She was beautiful, loving, kind. He couldn’t count the number of hours lately he’d envisioned her like this, head thrown back, face flushed with passion. Her small moans pushed him beyond the edge of control. He felt the primal rise of his bear as they prepared to take her. With one long stroke, he was deep inside her, pumping his cock into her hot, wet depths. He thrust again, felt her slick, satiny heat grip him, and he knew he’d do anything and everything in his power to keep her with him. Forever.

He lowered himself, catching his weight with
his arms. “Paige. Baby.”

Her legs gripped his waist, her heels digging into the back of his legs as he pounded inside her.
Sliding one hand beneath her buttocks, he lifted her into the thrust of his hips. He buried his head into the curve of her neck seeking out his mating mark. He licked the raised skin, the slight scar that would always be there. Just like him.

“Wait,”
she gasped even as her hips kept moving in time with his. He sucked at her neck and he felt her pussy flutter around him, signaling she was close to coming. He thrust harder; making sure his cock hit her clit with each downward thrust. The sooner she found her pleasure the sooner he could fill her with his seed. His bear rippled beneath his skin at the thought.

Paige tried to tell Quinn he needed to stop. She
really did, but she couldn’t. His cock was inside her and she was ready to explode. Thinking all day about him taking her had made her a rocket ready to blast off. When he thrust against her clit one more time, she couldn’t control herself, the pleasure overtook her and she came around his cock.

“T
hat’s it, baby. Milk me dry.” Her pussy clenched and released as she found her pleasure, driving him toward the end. Quinn thrust into her and flooded her insides. The heat of his release sent her over the edge again.

Paige shook as her breathing returned to
normal. Quinn slumped over her body, careful to keep his weight from crushing her. She felt his cock still jerking inside her and squeezed the muscles of her pussy. She wanted every last drop. He kissed the side of her throat, growling at the pressure.