I love it. I love every second. And when Caleb roars-a master of the forest roar that shakes the entire cabin-I shudder with the sheer pleasure of getting him off.
He comes in my mouth-hot streams of salty essence. I wish I could say I was cool enough to swallow, but it shocks me, and I come off, gagging a bit.
Caleb chuckles. "Spit, baby."
I spit onto the shower floor and water washes it away. I laugh, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. "Sorry. That was very uncool."
He pulls me up to stand and stamps his mouth over mine. "Are you kidding?" he breathes when he breaks the kiss. "That was the definition of cool." He kisses me again.
I melt.
Oh God. This is bad. I was totally falling in love with this man before I found out he was a bear.
And now my fascination with him just went through the roof.
Caleb
SHE KNOWS.
There was no getting around it. I had to make sure she got in and warmed up before hypothermia set in. Again.
"Listen." We step out of the shower, and I hand her a towel. "Humans aren't supposed to know about shifters."
She turns wide eyes on me. I can tell she's excited about it, which I get. She's a scientist. A naturalist. Hell, she was thrilled to see me when she thought I was a normal bear. I bet her nature-loving smarty-brain is going crazy on this.
"I will take your secret to the grave," she breathes with so much reverence I have to fight a smile.
"You have to. I never would've shown myself if your life hadn't depended on it."
The way she's staring up at me is unsettling. So much gratitude and affection wrapped up in that gaze.
And coming in her mouth barely took the edge off. My bear is riled up from almost losing her. Aggression still pours through me. Needing to get away before I throw her up against the bathroom wall and take her pussy hard and rough this time, I wrap a towel around my waist, stalk out of the bathroom and throw more fuel into the wood-burning stove. Her dog is already curled up near it, a damp bundle of fur getting warm.
"Go to the bedroom," I command. I steal a glance, expecting her to give me shit the way she usually does, but she just smiled, blushing. Like I just gave myself away.
Which I guess I did.
I can't pretend I didn't almost lost my shit when I saw her go in that river.
Fates, I thought she was dead for sure.
I stalk in after her. So much for keeping space between us. She's about to get the fucking of her lifetime.
She whirls and drops her towel, like she was expecting me. Her eyes are bright, cheeks flushed.
I advance toward her, all the fury of almost losing her rushing to the fore. She must see it in my face because she takes a step back. She still wants it, though. Her nipples are hard enough to cut glass and her arousal's been leaking since the moment we got in the cabin and she saw my extremely painful interest.
"Stop. Almost. Dying," I growl, crowding her until the bed hits her knees and she falls back. "I don't want to pull your ass from blizzards, or rivers, or blazing fires or car wrecks, or any other life-threatening situation. Understand?"
Her hands flatten on my chest, lips stretch into a smile.
"You shouldn't be smiling." I glare down at her lovely face, covering her body with my own. My towel loosens around my waist, falling away. I rip the fabric out from between us and drop my manhood into the cradle of her legs.
"What's going to happen?" She sounds breathless. Her pupils are dilated large.
"I'm gonna fuck you senseless." I wrap my hand around her throat. It's threatening, but I don't tighten my fingers. She bucks her hips, rocking her sopping slit over my dick.
I release her throat and slap one of her large breasts, making it bounce to the middle and rebound.
Her eyes widen in shock, berry lips part.
"You're going to be punished."
She lets out a low moan, rocking up again. I slap the same breast.
"First I'm going to spank your breasts. Then I'm going to spank your ass. Then I'm going to fuck you until tomorrow. Got it?"
"Okay," she says softly.
"Yeah?" My expression is still stern, but I fight a smile at her complete surrender. I know it's not from fear. The scent of her arousal permeates the room.
I slap her other breast. "Yeah. Roll over." I lean to the right so she can roll over without tangling her legs in mine. When she's on her belly, I pull her hips into the air until she's on her knees, then cup her nape and push her torso down.
The sound of the first slap and her sharp gasp echoes through the room. I smack her again in the same spot, then deliver two more pops to the other cheek. The pink of my handprints bloom on her pale skin.
Desire rockets through me, nearly bringing my teeth down for a mating bite. Instead, I grip her hips and shove in deep without preamble.
Miranda yelps. Moans. Purrs. I glide in and out slowly a few times to make sure she's lubed up, then go for broke. I need to fuck her hard and fast. I need to release this aggression in me, work my fears for her out of my system. My fingers dig into her hips, and I completely forget how to be a good lover. There's nothing giving or gentle about this. It's pure, raw, animal fucking. I pummel into her, smacking her ass hard with my loins, balling her clit with every thrust.
The little grunts and whimpers she makes only turn me rougher, wilder. I fuck and I fuck until she's a sopping mess, until she's crying my name out with dire necessity.