Authors: Anya Nowlan
The Wait: Belonging to the Bear (BBW Werebear Erotic Romance) (Mates of the Walkers Book 3) (3 page)
Tara grabbed one of his hands in hers, urging him to continue. She had finally found the courage to approach the man she had felt such a strong connection to, she wasn’t going to let either of their nerves ruin it for them. He looked at her dainty hands clasping his big paw and the tension seemed to dissipate a little in his gaze.
“I hope I didn’t scare you, Tara.” Colden looked up at her and her shimmering eyes and sweet face took his breath away. She was gorgeous and he had been wanting to get to know her since she arrived in town. For a long time he had wondered if the bond he felt with her was the one that their pack elders had talked of so many times, the happiness a bear could find if he met his true mate. But, he had driven it from his thoughts time and time again, sure that he was just being overly hopeful and that he was fooling himself if he thought she felt the same way. But today, she had shown that she could be much braver than he and it stroked his urgent need for her.
“A little. But I got over it,” she said and both of them smiled. Tara was trembling all over, adrenaline coursing through her veins. She kept glancing at his lips, wanting to kiss him and make away with all the uncertainties and she hoped it didn’t go unnoticed.
Colden wetted his lips, his shoulders stiff from trying to keep himself from grabbing the gorgeous woman in front of him. Her hourglass curve and those soft red curls had driven him wild and being so close to her without touching and tasting more was torture.
“Good. I’ve wanted to ask you out from the first time I saw you, but I kept missing my chance and falling all over myself. Sometimes, when a bear finds the woman meant for him, they both feel an immediate connection, as if they were old friends reunited across many years. I felt that for you, but I didn’t know if you felt the same for me…” he said, his words trailing off as she nodded quickly. Her expression exuded urgency, the red locks bouncing up and down on her chest.
“I did, I felt that I had known you my whole life.” That was all he needed. Next thing she knew, she had been scooped up by his muscled arms and she was straddling him, their lips locked in a passionate kiss that had been in the making much too long.
They moaned into each other’s mouths, Tara’s hand caressing his scraggly hair and the skin of his neck. He pushed her against him tightly, as if wanting to make sure she could never wander too far from him ever again. Their tongues mashed together, moans escaping their lips as they discovered each other’s mouths and let their shared passion be known, loud and clear. Her fingers tore at his buttons, the barely concealed lust taking over her with full force. It was as if Tara’s body was coming to life for the first time, awoken from a dreadful slumber by Colden’s deep kiss. She bucked against him and he grabbed her ample ass with both hands, kneading the supple flesh. Tara wanted to touch and feel all of him, right now, the need almost blinding.
Her heart soared after his words, finally knowing that he had felt the same for her as she for him. She had stressed over her immediate desire for him for so long that having it now become more than welcome, she didn’t know what to do with herself. The buttons came undone and she pushed his shirt down his shoulders, her hands sliding over his broad muscles. He was hard under her touch, not an ounce of unneeded flesh about him. Built for agility and strength, his body took her breath away. She felt tiny and soft next to him, Colden seeming to enjoy her curves as much as she loved his edges.
Colden kissed her mouth as if he was making love to her, soft and gentle, but with enough force to show her that he meant business. Tara’s hands trailed across Colden with curiosity, learning each muscle and crease. When she went to remove his undershirt, he complied. His broad chest made her want to curl up on his lap and rest against it, but there would be plenty of time for that later. Their urgency grew with each passing second, his hands tearing at the buttons of her waitress outfit. He pulled loose the belt and then the buttons popped open easily, until she was left only in her lingerie before him. Colden drank in the sight of her luscious curves and then kissed down her neck to her chest. Tara arched her back and moaned as his fingers undid her bra and cast it aside as so much useless baggage.
Her bountiful breasts fell free and he attacked them with the hunger of a man who had been denied his claim for a year. He sucked one of her nipples into his mouth and the skin pebbled to a tight peak underneath his tongue. She giggled and the man bucked against her, his hips rubbing against her sex. Tara was wet and wanting, throwing caution to the wind. She would have never allowed things to move so quickly if it were any other man but Colden, but the rugged beast had a hold over her that she couldn’t and wouldn’t shake. She wanted all of him, right now, and there was no option of waiting any longer.
The wide silver belt buckle, adorned with an engraved bear, came loose with a snap and the zipper followed quickly. She could feel the thickness of his hardon through the blue jeans and it intimidated her, but she wanted to have her taste. When she pressed down the edge of the pants and his cock sprung free, rigid and broad, the girl gasped. Colden smiled to himself, but wouldn’t stop teasing her. He had moved between nipples, licking at them both with his sharp tongue, raining kisses on her chest whenever he got the chance. His hands gripped and touched her, bringing heat and excitement wherever they went. She was ablaze with need. Tara’s hand wrapped around his rod and she groaned loudly as she jerked him with her hand, feeling the weight and length of it in her hand. He was huge and thick, more than impressive. Her pussy pulsed with heat at the thought of him inside of her.
She sought out his mouth and kissed him quickly, letting her tongue twist against his. Tara slipped off his lap, kneeling on the plush carpet in front of the couch. His eyes were hazy with lust, matching her own, and the jagged intake of breath as her lips touched the head of his cock made her buzz with satisfaction. Her tongue glided across the velvety head, dropping under the rim and teasing him where he was most sensitive. The tiniest taste of precum salted her taste buds and sent a quick brush of need through her. The world sank away from her, leaving only the man she adored and the intensity of the moment to longer between them. She couldn’t ask for anything better.
Lips slipped over the head, taking it in her mouth. Tara sucked on it gently, though she knew she would struggle to take him very deep. One hand wrapped around the shaft and she stroked him with measured motions, her head starting to bob up and down on him. He growled in ecstasy, an animal sound that should have made her shiver with fear, but instead tingled her with glee. She loved knowing that she could make him succumb to her hunger, that she had as much control over him as he over her. Her eyes fluttered closed as she fell into a steady rhythm, sucking him off with the passion of a wasted year that needed to be made up for. Every now and then, her enthusiasm took her too deep, making her gag on him, but he never pushed further. His fingers coiled into her hair, playing with it and tugging a bit, but he gave her just enough space to keep from forcing her to do anything she didn’t wish to.
Her talented tongue swirled and taunted over his erect cock, lapping at his bulging veins and the delicate head. When his thighs quivered and she could feel his rod pulse, she had to stifle an urge to grin. Colden was such a big, powerful man and yet the gentlest of touches could make him crumble before her. She loved every moment of it.
His thighs flexed, the thick muscles shuddering as her tongue ran the length of him. Colden let out another rumbling growl and before she could object, the girl had been hoisted from the floor and placed back on the couch on her knees. Colden jumped up with the speed of a much smaller man and hooked his fingers around the lacy fabric of her panties. He pulled them down and inhaled deeply, a wide grin coming to his lips. She smelled absolutely delicious, especially to a man who had been looking for his mate. He still couldn’t believe that he had truly found her, but there was no doubt in her mind that she was the one. Only a woman with a big heart and a kind soul could open herself to the idea of loving a bear and she had felt the same connection as he did. He would only curse himself for waiting so long, but that was a problem to hash out with himself later. Much later.
The man wanted nothing more than to plunge into her silken depths right away, but he reigned himself in with great difficulties. His rough hands slid over her skin, starting from the curve of her ass and ending on her shoulders, before wrapping around her and caressing the gentle peak of her breast and her soft stomach. He loved her curves and her softness against his hard muscles, she was everything a woman was supposed to be – smart, kind and to him, the most beautiful thing in the world. Gentle lips kissed Tara’s shoulder and neck and the girl bucked into him a bit, her rump bumping against his hard cock. It made her inhale sharply, feeling the wet rod, still glimmering from her diligent sucking. He chuckled and it made another tremble traipse up and down her spine in quick succession.
“Tara, if we do this, there is no going back. It’s not the season yet, but trust me, the bond will be the same none the less. You will be my woman, my mate, and I will be yours, truly and completely. Are you sure you’re ready?” he asked, his voice a soft murmur. Almost before he could finish, she was nodding her head. It was a mix of wanting him as badly as she did, but also that she couldn’t imagine herself with anyone else ever since they met. She had eyes for no other man and the idea of being his and his alone sounded fantastic to her. Tara could hear the strain in his voice and the way that his fingers kept flexing around her, kneading into the skin, told her that he wanted it as much as she did. Without another word, he pressed forward, his hard rod parting her folds around it.
She moaned and pushed back, the man grabbing her by the hips. He kept kissing her shoulders and back as he slowly thrust into her, giving her all the time she needed to adjust to him. Small whimpers escaped her lips as he continued on, spearing into her tight tunnel. He was so big that trying to take him made her eyes water with tears, but she wouldn’t imagine of telling him to stop. Colden started pumping into her with small motions, each stroke taking him deeper in her. Her pained groans soon turned into moans of pleasure, her back arching and her nails digging into the sofa. He felt so good in her and his size stretched her wide, making her feel even the tiniest of movements in her and the slick sliding of his cock in and out of her slit. His hips came crashing into her and she gurgled a yelp, the man sinking into her fully. For a second, she went rigid with shock, but a wave of soft heat washed over her and her body relaxed.
Tara could almost taste his need for her, their exchange growing more heated by the moment. He thrust into her with long, rolling drives, making her tremble and shake around him. Her tight slit milked him mercilessly and her core twisted and coiled with pleasure. The blush that had seemed to cling to her cheeks for most of the day had grown even pinked, sweat dappling their skins. The air smelled of sex and want, his muskiness mixing with the sweet scent of her desire. She could only imagine what the owner of the hardware store must have been thinking, though truth be told it was just about the last thing on her mind that very second. They would have to get used to it – she didn’t see herself growing tired of her bear of a man any time soon.
An intense fire burned in her and when his fingers slipped from her hips and taunted her breasts once more, she couldn’t take it any longer. With a long, delighted wail, she broke into her orgasm and allowed it to take hold of her. Tara threw back her head and her lips were immediately met by Colden’s, kissing her deeply. He drank from her lips as she shuddered with release, bright flashes sparking behind closed eyelids and her tightness yearning for Colden’s seed. When she clenched down around him, he gave into his need. He growled deeply, a rumbling noise that vibrated through her. Thick ropes of cum shot into her, filling her with him. Her body felt both hot and cold at the same time, oblivious to what was going on around her other than the immediate pleasure.
When the peak subsided for both of them and they were left as a heaving mass of entangled arms and legs, Colden wrapped his arm about her waist and pulled her against him as he fell into the cushions. He cradled her against his wide chest, almost humming with bliss. Tara’s fingers snaked between his, her small hand sinking into his big palm. For a long while, they just laid on the couch, in one another's arm’. He simply held her closer and dotted her red locks with kisses.
“I’ll never let you go,” he murmured, and Tara nuzzled her face in the crook of his neck. She would have never thought that her happiness was hidden in the Colorado mountains, just waiting for her to find him.
If you haven’t read the stories of how the other Walker boys found their brides, then check out the following books:
Find Him: The Bear’s Curvy Girl
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