Shifters, Inc. The Bear Who Loved Me (A BBW paranormal romance) (12 page)

“Oh yeah?” She grinned back, foolish and giddy with happiness. “Well, let the groveling commence.”

“Do you know what the word for grovel translates to in bear?” Now Heath’s smile had turned calculating.

“I was not even aware that bears had a separate language.” She raised an eyebrow in challenge. “But go on.”

“The word grovel translates to ‘perform sex acts on your mate’s naked body until she passes out from multiple orgasms’.” Heath grinned.

“It does not! You are a big fat liar!” she scolded him. “By the way, I like this dress, so do not – damn you, Heath!”

              She’d have to be mad to turn down sex with this huge, hunky bear shifter, but she had a sneaking suspicion it was going to be very expensive in clothes. Moments later, her bra and panties joined the remains of her dress on the cabin’s floor. She wasn’t going to be able to afford one of Benedetta’s beautiful creations anytime soon if she had to keep replacing her lingerie.

Heath pressed her up against the wall, running his palms over her large breasts and curvy stomach, kneading the flesh of her hips and kissing her as if he wanted to eat her alive. He paused for a moment to whip his shirt over his head and open the button of his fly to relieve the pressure on his bulging erection.

              He went back to kissing her, growling into her mouth. She explored his mouth, tongue and teeth and palate, then gasped as he put a large hand behind each of her thighs and hoisted her into the air so her back was against the wall and her legs were wrapped around his hips. He held her there without apparent effort, flexing his hips to push the hard length of his denim-clad cock against her core.

              She reached down to cup his firm buttocks as he moved against her, then whimpered as he trailed his mouth down her throat to her breast. He sucked her nipple into his warm mouth and nipped playfully at it with his teeth. She snatched a surprised gasp of air.

“How come your clothes never get ruined?” she grumbled as she worked the fabric of his pants down over his hips, bringing his dick into intimate content with the slick folds of her pussy. He growled and pressed harder against her, his mouth still full of her breast. Then he pulled back slightly and, with a swift, sure movement, impaled her on his cock. She felt her passage stretching to accommodate his girth as he slid inside her, his movement eased by the slick moisture of her excitement. She almost came right there and then.

He stilled inside her for a moment, trembling, eyes closed, as though trying to control himself, and she realized he was just as unbearably aroused as she was. “Heath…” she sighed, and he gave a desperate, heartfelt groan and started to move inside her, the tension in his shoulders betraying how close he was to fucking her until he came apart inside her.

He bit his lip, a look of intense concentration on his face. Then he said, “I want you to ride me.” His words made her clit swell and throb, and she threw her arms around his neck and drank in the blissful electrical sensations shooting through every nerve ending as he strode over to an overstuffed armchair, still firmly inside her. He sank into the chair with Tonya straddling his hips and let his head fall back, chest rising and falling in a rapid rhythm and his fingers white from clutching the arms of the chair.

Then he lifted his head and looked at her. His pupils were wide and black, his rich brown irises dancing with golden flecks that seemed to add a playful element to the dark intensity of his gaze. He quirked a smile at her, then raised his hands to her breasts, stroking and teasing the generous flesh. Heart thudding, Tonya began to move, raising herself until his dick almost left her slick, needy flesh, then sinking back down. He filled her deliciously, completely. She sighed and wriggled, and the crisp curls of his pubic hair rubbed against her clit. A bolt of sensation shot to her womb and her pussy clenched. She whimpered as she drew back again, feeling the slide of his cock inside her. His skin radiated warmth, almost fever-hot, and a bead of sweat rolled down his temple as his face contorted into a look of fierce concentration. She leaned forward and licked at the droplet, allowing the salty taste to blossom on her tongue. She kissed the crease between his brows and he gave a long, guttural groan as she took his full length back inside her again.

To have this kind of control over the huge, powerful shifter – to have him trembling beneath her and fighting to stave off his orgasm – was heady. It was hot. She had never felt so strong, so beautiful, so desired.

She began to move faster, feeling excitement coiling in her belly. As she rode him, she milked his cock with her internal muscles, swiveling her hips to vary the friction. With each movement he moaned and clutched her hips, muttering desperate encouragement under his breath. She watched his beautiful lips shaping the words. “Oh God… Oh yes… Oh Tonya…”

Then he tensed beneath her and held his breath, and Tonya pumped furiously against him, thirsty for his cries as her orgasm wound tighter and tighter inside her, then broke, sending shockwave after shockwave through her and over her.

Heath shouted, his biceps bulging as he wrapped his massive arms around her and pumped his hips. His cries were desperate, urgent, trailing off into long, hoarse moans as she felt him spurting inside her. Her pussy throbbed around him, clenching and spasming again and again, and she heard her own voice, wild and unfamiliar, rising above his.

* * *

It was a long time before they managed to disentangle themselves and, on shaking legs, stagger to the bed.

Heath pulled the covers over them and Tonya snuggled against his side, exhausted and utterly content.

“So…” Heath tangled his fingers in her hair, playing with the fiery strands. “What did you think of my groveling?”

Tonya drew idle circles on his pecs with her finger. “I think…I’d like to see you grovel a little more,” she said, smiling wickedly at him. “Another orgasm or two…”

She yelped as he rolled her over and pinned her beneath his large body. “I think that can be arranged,” he rumbled, and kissed her again as his nimble fingers got busy in a variety of deliciously naughty ways.

Chapter Thirteen

              Tonya was wrung out and exhausted, wrapped in Heath’s arms and wishing she never had to move from that spot, when a heavy pounding on the door jerked her from her dreamlike state.

“What, damn it?” Heath groaned.

              Heath climbed out of bed, naked. Before he had a chance to walk towards the door, there was a clicking sound and the door opened and swung inward. A dozen security guards poured into the room, including the Beast and Jake. Pierre was with them as well.

              Heath glowered at them, claws shooting out from his fingertips. “What the hell are you doing in my room?”

              Pierre’s expression was grim. “We have some new information. Mr. Hooper found out, and we verified, that the day before leaving for this cruise, Tonya created a new bank account and one million dollars was wired into it. We’re working to identify the source of those funds. We also discovered that she is a newspaper reporter, and came on this boat using forged papers.”

              Tonya scrambled out of bed, clutching the sheet to her naked body. What would Tom try to pull next? What a grade-A pig.

              “I most certainly did not open up a new bank account, and nobody wired me a million dollars,” she said indignantly. “And Tom Hooper got me those forged papers because he thought he could trick me into serving as his companion.”

              “We will ask him about that, but it doesn’t change the fact that you boarded the ship under false pretenses,” Pierre said, his tone stern.

              This was absolute madness, Tonya thought, stunned. A million dollars? She wished!

              Heath went bear, fur rolling over his skin, towering over the other men. He let out a low, rumbling growl that threatened anyone who came near his mate.

              “Heath!” Jake snapped at him. “Don’t. Shifters, Inc. has already independently verified the million-dollar deposit. If she’s innocent, she won’t object to us searching her belongings. And her.” At Heath’s warning snarl, he added  “We’ll have a female operative do the searching.” He gestured at one of the women with him.

              “I have no problem with it at all,” Tonya said, exasperated. She glanced at Heath. She didn’t want him to get hurt; he was a big bear, but they were up against a group of shifters who included a lion, a bear, numerous wolves… “Shift back. It’ll be fine. We’ll clear this up,” she pleaded.

              With a growl of rage, Heath shifted back to human form.

              Security agents swiftly searched Tonya’s luggage and purse, then two of them took everything she had brought with her back to their office. The rest of the people from Shifters, Inc. and the ship’s security crew stayed behind. At least there wasn’t anyone there from Hammersmith, Tonya noted with relief.

A female agent went into the bathroom with her and walked around her, checking her out visually from front to back after she dropped her sheet. She confiscated all of Tonya’s jewelry, dropping it into a plastic bag.

“Hey! That necklace was a gift from a friend!” Tonya complained.

“We’ll keep it safe,” the woman promised her.

Then Tonya quickly put on a pair of pull-on pants and a shirt – after the agent had searched them to make sure they didn’t contain weapons.

Tonya rejoined Heath, who immediately threw a protective arm around her and glared murderously at the security personnel before leading her off to the other end of the huge cabin. All the security agents were standing in front of the door, Tonya noticed. As if she’d try to make a break for it. What was she going to do – jump over the side and swim to shore? She was a fox, not a dolphin.

“We’ll be fine,” Heath reassured her, his face flushed with anger.

              “Why would someone do this?” Tonya asked, bewildered. “I understand that Tom would try to frame me. He’s turning out to be a grade-A pig. But he wouldn’t have put a million dollars in my account. Not only that, from what they’re saying, the account was created during the day – and he didn’t call me and ask me to come on this cruise until the evening. And the account was obviously created to frame me – by somebody with very deep pockets.  So if it’s not him, then who?”

              “Very true,” Heath agreed. He frowned unhappily.

              “What?” Tonya demanded.

              “It’s just…when you disarmed that attacker the other day. Are you sure that you never had any other fight training? Because I’m telling you, your moves were far too fast and too professional to come from one self-defense class. That’s amazing natural ability combined with at least a decade of dedicated training.”

              Tonya was stunned. “You still don’t trust me?”

              “It’s not that!” Heath protested. “I believe in you. I just know what I saw. I’ve seen and been in every kind of fight. I’ve seen every level of fighter. I’m a professional. And from the way you took out that waiter – so are you.”

              Tonya shrugged Heath’s shoulder off her arm as mingled hurt and anger rushed through her and threatened to choke her. He was looking for an excuse to break things off with her. Of course he would be; since when, in her entire life, had anyone picked her?

              “I’m going to handle this on my own,” Tonya said, with tears in her eyes. She turned and walked back towards the security guards with Heath following her.

              “Tonya, wait! I am one hundred percent with you! I’m just trying to understand!”

              She folded her arms across her chest and stood with her back turned to him.

              Pierre touched his Bluetooth earpiece, listening to a voice on the other end, then looked at Tonya. “You’ll have to come with us,” he said.

              “Why?” Heath demanded.

              “There are explosives concealed in some of her cosmetics containers, and poison in some of the others,” he said. Tonya felt a ripple of dizziness sweep over her. The cosmetics. Something about the cosmetics… She couldn’t remember.

              What was happening to her? She wasn’t an assassin, she wasn’t a skilled martial artist, and she wouldn’t even know where to find explosives, much less how to disguise them as cosmetics. And who had sent her a million dollars?

              “You’re not taking her. I will rip every last one of you to shreds,” Heath shouted. He tried to block them, but Tonya yelled, “Stop!”

              She turned to him, blinking away tears. “You don’t even believe a word I say. I want nothing to do with you. I will deal with this myself.” She had no idea how, but she didn’t want Heath to try to help her out of some misguided sense of obligation. He clearly had no faith in her.

              “Heath, don’t interfere, for God’s sake. You know we need to investigate this.” Jake and the Beast moved to block Heath as Tonya was escorted out of the room between two security guards.

              She could hear Heath following, bellowing in rage as Jake and the Beast and the other Shifters, Inc. operatives swarmed around him. As they marched down the walkway, she saw Tom up ahead, smirking.

              “How’s it feel, you ungrateful bitch?” he yelled at her gleefully. “You’re going to prison for the rest of your life!” Heath shifted again and lunged for him, but his fellow shifters also went animal, and blocked him.