Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
It’s true, I’ve never liked giving head. I always found it kinda gross, but right now it’s hot as hell and I’m so ready to give to this man who’s done so much for me. I take him deeper and deeper, playing with how far I can go before he hits the back of my throat.
God, I guess with my past partners and relationships, I was so busy putting up walls and defenses to shield from getting hurt, I never was able to give. With Caleb, there’s no expectations. On either side. It’s like we can just be with each other. Open up and receive and give without worrying about what comes next.
And holy shit, he’s a bear! I still can’t process. A million questions flit at the edges of my brain, but right now all that matters is giving him pleasure. Because I’m horny as hell knowing I’m getting him off.
I go as slow as I can, try to relax my gag reflex to take him past the back of my throat. He lets out a long, long groan that echoes off the shower walls.
I cup his balls and massage them with one hand, gripping the base of his cock with the other. My jaw already aches from opening so wide, but I’m not going to stop until Caleb gets off. I need to show my appreciation fully, and this is one way I know how.
All cold vanishes from my body. Heat both infuses my skin through the warm water and pushes out from my molten core.
“Beautiful,” Caleb mutters. “Fucking beautiful.” He grips the back of my head and urges me faster.
My control issues rear up for a moment—like I need to fight for my sovereignty, but then I look up and see the feral need on his face. Like he’s in lust-pain. Like he’ll die if I don’t suck harder. Go faster.
So I do. My hips buck, pussy clenches around nothing. I give it everything I have and more. Suck, bob, close my eyes and submit to the moment. It’s ecstasy. Ecstasy in giving. Not even receiving.
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.