She moans, clutching my biceps for dear life.
I shove my hand unceremoniously down the front of her sweatpants and cup her pussy. She's juicy wet. One finger sinks into her heat without me even trying.
She kisses me back, mouth moving frantically over my lips, tongue twining with mine.
"I'm gonna fuck you right up against this refrigerator," I growl, lifting one of her legs and placing it around my waist. "Do I need consent for that?"
"You have it," she pants and slides her hands up the inside of my shirt, pawing my pecs.
"You're beautiful." I say it now. Because it should be said. She deserves to hear it often and I get the feeling she hasn't.
I unbutton my jeans and free my cock as I twist my lips over hers in another brutal kiss. I yank her sweats to the floor, dropping to my haunches in the process and taking a long lick of her nectar.
"Oh!" Her hips jerk and loll, her bare ass making a warm print on my refrigerator.
I dismiss any notion of going slow and doing this thing properly. My bear needs to fuck her again, and she wants it, so I'm just going for gold here. I stand up and spear her with my erection.
Her green eyes widen and lift to my face. I have to bend my knees, but I lift her leg higher, hooking it over my forearm for better access. It tips her pussy toward me and opens her like a flower. I sink into her delicious heat, drill all the way in. The refrigerator thuds against the wall, condiment jars rattle against the shelves. I love the way her surprised gaze stays glued to mine, like she doesn't want to miss anything. Or needs more of a clue about what's happening. Her innocence should make me want to be gentle and go slow, but it doesn't.
It makes me want to fucking devour her.
Consume her.
I'm the predator and she's my prey. My next meal.
I thrust up hard, make her breath hitch each time I slam my hips against hers, slam her ass into the fridge, the fridge into the wall. She lets out a tiny whimper and I dial it back.
"You okay, Doctor?"
"Fuck, yes," she bursts out, making me laugh.
"Good," I rumble. "Because I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't walk straight."
"I-I think you already accomplished that," she gasps, laughter and lust mingled in her melodic voice.
"You're going to take it because you know I'll make you feel good. Don't you?"
"Yes! Yes, Caleb."
I love hearing my name in those passionate tones. I find her asshole with the middle finger of the arm that's holding up her leg.
She gasps and her pussy gushes fresh lubricant.
"You'll even let me take you here when I decide to," I taunt her. I don't know why I have to trash talk, but she responds with a moan-cry that sounds like she's about to come.
"Aw, that makes you hot, doesn't it, Doctor?" I massage her anus, slap it lightly, all the while I'm fucking her so hard I'm in danger of sending the refrigerator straight through the wall to the outside. And the walls of this cabin are solid logs.
"You want me to fuck this tight little hole?" I continue to lightly slap her anus with a couple fingertips.
"Oh my Gawd."
Heat flushes through my body. My teeth lengthen like I want to give her a mating bite. I'd better come soon or this could end badly.
"You ready to come, Doctor? Are you gonna scream my name when you do?"
"Yes, Caleb, yes." I pound into her with unforgiving strokes, making sure she feels every inch of me, learns what it means to take giant shifter cock.
"Scream it," I command, fucking her into oblivion.
"Caleb, Caleb, Caleb, ohmygod, yes! Yes, Caleb!"
I shove deep and come as her walls squeeze and tighten around my manhood. My bear roars in satisfaction. Or maybe that was me. All I know is the gratification shooting through my entire body, pouring well-being through my limbs like a healing balm. My emotions soothed, my mind calmed to a state of stillness.
My vision clears and I realize I still have her pinned against the fridge, shuddering and panting, her large breasts sliding against my chest with each breath.
I let go of her leg first, but don't pull out. It changes the angle of entry, enhancing the feeling of still being seated deep inside her. Then, reluctantly, I ease out. "You okay?"
"Uh huh." She licks her lips. Her knees buckle and she gives a shaky laugh. "But I don't think I can stand."
"I'll hold you up, baby. I'm not gonna let you fall." I kiss her temple. It's an affectionate gesture-different from the raw sex we just had. It feels wrong. No, that's not true. It felt right, that's why I did it.
But I want to make it wrong. I need to make it wrong. Because I am not wooing this lovely female to be my mate. I am simply pounding out a carnal desire with her. Nothing more.
She doesn't want more.
I don't want more.
End of story.
She holds onto my arms for a moment, then Bear whines by the back door, and she gives me a gentle shove away.
I bend to pick up her sweats and hand them to her. "Hungry?"
Her smile brightens the entire kitchen. "Famished."
Miranda
HOLY SNOWBALLS. I now understand the term "the throes of passion." It's when your body takes over your brain and you'll do anything to get satisfaction.
And I definitely got satisfaction. My mountain man is a freaking beast.
Like serious man-beast. How could I have not thought sex was fun?
Ew, because I had the lamest partners in the history of copulation, that's how.
I yank on Caleb's sweatpants, walk to the door and pull it open for Bear, then shriek as snow tumbles in. Bear wags his tail like the snow is a friend who wants to play. It's drifted almost to the top of the door, but there are six inches of daylight there, and the sun streams right into my eyes.