The Bear's Reluctant Wolf (14 page)

“
Mmm
, you were
made for me.” His words were muffled against her flesh, but he wasn’t talking
to her, but making a statement to himself. Trace started pulling his fingers
out and pushing them back in. Her inner muscles clenched around those digits of
their own accord, and they both groaned. “That’s it, baby. You’re so fucking
tight and hot, so damn responsive for me.”

He was too aggressive with his actions,
too powerful as he kept her pinned to the ground with a heavy hand on her
belly. He slipped his other hand under her ass and angled her lower half up and
into his mouth. The pleasure was so mind-consuming that she couldn’t grasp
reality, couldn’t draw enough air into her lungs, and didn’t know if she would
survive once this was all said and done. She was embarrassingly soaked, could
feel her juices slide from her body, coat her inner thighs, and slip down to
disappear into her ass. Just as the pleasure started to dim, he scooped her
into his arms and strode to the chair he had previously been sitting on. Once
he was seated he positioned her on his lap. With a leg hanging over either side
of his body, and their faces only an inch apart, Candace could smell herself on
him. Here she was, naked and aching despite having just climaxed. He was hard
beneath her ass, so thick and long that she could feel every part of his dick
and could only imagine what that would feel like as he thrust in and out of
her. There was no doubt that he would deliver on his promise and fuck her good
and hard. A male like Trace Dakota was feral and carnal, and no lovemaking or
sweet words would come from him. She had known how dangerous he was when he
stepped up to her at the bar, stopped her from dancing with a firm hand to her
waist, and uttered those filthy words that had pissed her off and turned her on
at the same time. He had looked into her eyes like he wanted her, like he
wanted to run his tongue over every square inch of her body, and even though
she had pushed him away, there was a very big part of her that just wanted to
surrender to him.

He was raw and rough, weathered and
intimidating. He didn’t take shit from anyone, and up until she had looked into
his emerald eyes, Candace had kept mostly to herself. She was quiet and reserved,
but that was how she had been her whole life, and that was how she liked it.
Then came this overbearing polar bear
who
made her
feel strange and excited, unbalanced and aroused.

“Look at you.” He roamed her face with
his eyes, and when he settled his gaze on her mouth his cock jerked under her
ass.
“Thinking so much all the time.”
He said that
under his breath, as if he meant to keep it inside. “Yet you give me everything
I want.” He snapped his eyes up to hers, and right in front of her his pupils
dilated until there was hardly any green left. Yeah, he was a hell of a lot
more animal than human. Before she could say anything, even if she could have
formed any intelligent words, he speared his hand behind her head and into her
hair, gripped the strands in a tight, nearly painful hold, and jerked her
forward. He claimed her mouth with his, stroked his tongue along hers, and took
full possession of her with just that one kiss. The flavor of everything that
was Trace, mixed with her musky arousal, was an aphrodisiac like no other. When
she went to wrap her hands around his neck he growled low in his throat and
moved away only long enough to position her arms behind her. He secured her
wrists at her lower back with one of his hands, held her tight and used that
leverage to pull her upper body back. The position was slightly uncomfortable,
but when he lowered his gaze to her now jutted out chest, and saw how the
position angled her pelvis more toward his crotch, she knew he had her right
where he wanted her.

“Trace.”
She breathed out his name, and he slowly lifted his gaze to her face. He only
used one arm to support her body, and it was that one hand holding her prisoner
that kept her from falling onto the ground. He trailed his free hand down her
belly, and when he was unbearably close to her clit that she felt heat spear from
that one digit right into her, she held her breath and waited for him to end
her madness.

Lowering his eyes to her pussy again he
said, “Look at you, so greedy for me.” He moved his fingers through her folds, so
agonizingly slowly that she gritted her teeth and forced herself not to squirm
on his lap. Candace wished he would just fuck her with those fingers, but instead
he lifted his hand up, showed her his now glistening digits, and brought them
to his mouth. She knew how she looked as she watched him suck them into his
mouth: shocked, aroused, and so damn needy for him. He sucked on them, moved
his tongue between each one, and showed her with his actions and the
animalistic noises that came from him that he was enjoying
this
a
hell of a lot.

“Just take me, Trace. God, I can’t
handle it anymore. Just make me yours.” He leaned in, and once again she was
overcome with the scent of their smells combined.

“You want my cock, Candace?” It was an
open ended question. “I want you to know that if I take you, it will be on my terms.
I won’t go easy, won’t whisper sweet words as I make love to you.” He pulled
back only enough that he could grip her chin with his thumb and forefinger.
“I’m going to fuck you, and it is going to be just as hard and rough as that
one word implies.” Her breath hitched, but his expression was unmoving. “Does
that scare you? Do
I
scare you?” Yes
and no, but Candace was quickly realizing that her perfectly safe little life
was perhaps too comfortable. She liked feeling a little off-balance, like
having that touch of fear when she looked at Trace. She never knew what would
happen when she was with him. She should have said yes, that what he said
frightened her, that he scared her, but she shook her head instead. He gave her
that damn half smile, and she knew that although he probably scented every
emotion moving through her, he wasn’t going to call her out on it.

Chapter Ten

Trace wasn’t about to fuck around any
longer, because he wanted Candace too damn badly. He balanced her on his lap
with one hand on her lower back, and reached between their bodies to pull out
his cock. The tip was already slick with pre-cum, and when the silky wetness of
Candace’s pussy slid along his length when she shifted, he had to grit his
teeth not to thrust into her. “I can’t go slow, baby.” Her pussy was spread out
before him, and he loved her in this position, loved that she was completely
open to him.

“I don’t want slow, Trace.” His canines
punched out, and his bear came forward in astounding speed.

“Baby, I need to feel you, need to have
your bare flesh surrounding me. Will you let me?” He pulled her forward, rested
his head on her chest, and breathed in her scent. Her nipples were right there
for the taking, and his mouth watered for a taste.

“You’ve always used a condom, Trace?” He
grunted his affirmation and ran his lips over a hard peak.

“The only time I didn’t use one resulted
in Liam, but I have been checked since right before I was with you and am
clean, Candace.” He took the tip into his mouth, sucked and nipped until she
was rubbing her cunt on his cock, and knew he wasn’t going to last.

“I’ve never been with someone and not
made sure they wore something, but I’m not on birth control.” At this stage in
the game he didn’t give a fuck if she was on birth control. She was his mate.
There was no other female him, and he would make sure she was with no other
male.

“You’re it for me, Candace, and I won’t
let you be with anyone else while I am still breathing.” He rubbed his face
over her breasts, loved the little sounds she made, and grabbed the root of his
cock. “Tell me
it’s
okay.”

“It’s okay. It is so okay.” She said the
words fast and breathlessly. That was all he needed to hear. Placing the tip at
her entrance, he gritted his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut. He lifted his
hips, lodging the head of his cock in her body, but she was just as heated up
as he was because she was already working herself down his length.

“God, Trace, I feel like you’re
splitting me in two.” She said this, but didn’t stop pushing down on him.

“
You fucking
like my big cock in your cunt. You like that I am stretching your shit and
making you work to take it all.” He was panting, feeling like if he didn’t have
her he’d destroy something. When her pelvis met his, they both groaned out in
unison. “You like it, don’t you.” It wasn’t a question, and her answering moan
was enough to have him gripping her hips in his hands, and lifting her up until
just the tip of his dick was inside of her.

“Yes, I like it, Trace.
God, how I like it.
You’re so big, and I feel so full.” His
polar bear broke free, and by the way she widened her eyes, he knew she sensed
and saw the change in his face. His muscles thickened, and he started pushing
her down on his shaft and lifting her back up. He did this continuously until
her tits bounced between them, her hair fanned out behind her, and his dick was
slick with her juices. His cock thickened, and his balls drew up tight, but he
wasn’t nearly done with her.

He stood and turned with her still in
his arms and impaled on his erection. He grunted in distaste when he was forced
to set her on her feet and their bodies parted. But he quickly turned her
around, pushed her down so she had to bend over the chair to steady
herself
, and slammed his shaft back into her. She cried out
when he bottomed out in her cunt in one, swift move. He pounded into her with,
long, hard strokes, which had her pussy getting juicier with each thrust.
“That’s it, Candace. God, you fucking take me so good. You’re so tight, so damn
wet, and I’m never going to get enough.” He slammed into her especially hard,
so much so that she fell forward, her chest pressed to the back of the chair. “
Mine
.” He roared out the word, and
fucked her like he had never fucked another female before. “Say it, baby, say
who you belong to, who your mate is, and whose pussy this is.” His orgasm
approached, but he wouldn’t get off until she came again.

“Yours, Trace. I am yours. All of it is
yours.” He reared his hand back and brought it down on the fleshy mound of her
ass. Over and over he spanked her, alternating between cheeks until the blood
rushed to the surface and she was thrusting back for more. His hand stung from
the force of his actions, but his cock grew thicker because it was such a turn-on
to see his mark on her. Candace begged for him and widened her stance to take
everything he had to give. He roared out when her pussy contracted around him,
and she milked him until his orgasm came rushing up. Before he came inside of
her he pulled out gripped his cock, and stroked himself until his spunk spewed
out and covered her ass and lower back. The sounds he made were coarse, but he
couldn’t help himself. He wanted her, had her, and knew he’d never get enough. When
his seed coated her pretty reddened flesh, he moved closer so his chest pressed
against her upper back. Opening his mouth and licking a path up and down the
tender line of the side of her neck, he sank his canines into her soft flesh.
His scent came through in his saliva, seeping into her body and making it so
his smell would forever be ingrained in her.

 
When
there was nothing left for him to give, he took a step back and stared at his
cum smeared across her lower body. She hadn’t moved, just breathed out and
gripped the arms of the chair until her knuckles were white. “You have no idea
how hot it is to see
my cum
all over you.” She slowly
looked over her shoulder at him, and he saw the post euphoric glaze that
covered her face. His mark was on her shoulder, and male pride filled him. Now
every fucking male would know that she was his, and if they even thought about
messing with her he’d fuck them up, and he wouldn’t stop until there was
nothing left.

****

Even a week after Trace had dropped
Candace off at her home, she could still feel him between her thighs. Never had
she been with a male that was so … endowed. He was long and thick, and the head
had been thicker than the rest of him. She couldn’t get the experience out of
her mind
..
She sat in front of her computer, staring
at the same balancing report for the last hour because all she could think
about was her mate. Her cell vibrated on the desk beside her with an incoming
text.

Trace:
Tried
to call you, baby.
You good?

She had just turned it on ten minutes
ago because Melissa kept calling her wanting the juicy details on what had
happened with her and Trace. Candace hadn’t even said that she had been with
him sexually, because her face had said enough, and Melissa had scented the
truth.

Sorry,
phone was off so I could get some work done, but I can’t focus ;)

Trace:
Me either,
baby. I keep thinking about that hot little pussy of yours

God, she was getting aroused all over
again, and all it had t taken was one text message from him.

Trace:
How about I
pick you up after I close?

Even through the text she could hear the
low rumble of his voice, and knew exactly what he wanted to do when he did pick
her up. It wasn’t a lie. She wanted him, too.