Soulless (Lawless #2)(30)

There was nothing slow about him entering me. The teasing he’d started earlier was over. There was nothing left but pure animalistic need. In one swift and very hard thrust, he buried himself inside me, the pleasure so great that it bordered on a welcome pain. “This is mine. This has always been mine. I took your virgin * and claimed it, now it belongs to me,” he grunted as he f*cked me hard and deep.

Over and over again he thrust furiously, finding a fast rhythm. He’d barely begun when the pressure became so much I began to crack until I was shattering, breaking, falling, convulsing around him in waves. The pulsing was endless as he drove into me harder and harder while I bucked on his cock, riding out the long waves of the most powerful orgasm I’d ever had.

I was still coming when Bear’s thrusting became erratic and frantic. Faster and faster, he pounded into me until I didn’t know if he was pushing in or pulling out. He let out a long, animalistic groan as he stilled, coming deep inside of me, filling me with his release.

I came down from my orgasm just in time to feel every bit of his as he emptied himself. He f*cked me with small shallower thrusts as he rode out his own orgasm.

“Holy f*ck,” Bear said, collapsing to the ground and pulling me on top of him.

“Yeah,” was all I could manage to say. I was lucky I could still breathe after that.

We stayed like that, lying in the grass in each others arms for what seemed like forever, yet would never seem like long enough. When he sat up, he pulled me up with him.

Bear tipped my chin up so I would look at him. The smile on his face reached his eyes, which were lighter and back to their usual blue. “Now we can go inside,” he said, standing up. I reached for my panties but he swatted my hand away. Bear surprised me by hoisting me over his shoulder and walking back toward the front of the house.

“What are you doing?” I asked, staring at his bare ass as he walked.

“We’ve f*cked. Now it’s time to fight. But then, I’d like to f*ck again, so no need for all the clothing bullshit.” And just like when he’d carried me to the truck, he smacked my ass with a loud THWAP.

“Owe!” I cried out.

“Don’t be such a little bitch, Ti. I plan on doing more to you tonight then just a few little smacks to the ass.” He carried me up the porch steps and into the house.

“That’s your dog?” Bear asked, stopping in the doorway. I couldn’t see what he was looking at, being over his shoulder and all, but I assumed he was talking about Pancakes who usually took up residence on the couch when he wasn’t running around the grove.

“Yep. That’s Pancakes,” I said. Bear set me down and I turned to see Pancakes on the couch just as I suspected, wagging his tail.

“No, no it’s not,” Bear argued.

“Uh, yeah, yeah, it is. You’re not afraid of dogs are you?” I asked, taking a step into the house. Bear grabbed my arm.

“I’m not afraid of dogs,” he said, never taking his eyes of Pancakes who continued to wag his tail and run from one side of the couch to the other.

“Good, then let’s—”

“But, that’s not a dog,” Bear said.

“What are you talking about?”

“Ti, I hate to be the one to tell you this.”

“Tell me what?”

Bear pointed to Pancakes. “Your dog…is a coyote.”





CHAPTER SIXTEEN




Bear


After I f*cked my girl a handful more times, we fell asleep in a tangle of limbs on the living room couch. I learned two things in those first few hours of our little reunion. Number one was that although f*cking Ti had always been off the charts amazing, an angry f*ck with Ti was an out of body experience. Number two, was that Pancakes, the coyote, liked to watch.

The other bit of good news was that I was positive there would be many more reasons on many more occasions for Ti to be pissed off at me in the future.

My little spitfire.

Out the front window the sky was lightening, the sun’s first rays were just minutes from turning the dark sky blue. I kissed the top of Ti’s head and she stirred. “No, I’m still sleeping,” she argued, keeping her eyes shut tight. She swatted around blindly with her hand. I grabbed her wrist and set her hand back down on my chest to avoid being poked in the eye.

“I gotta go, baby,” I reminded her. She answered back with a groan followed by soft snores. I laughed into her hair. “Stone has a lead on where Sadie might be. A tip from a women’s shelter a few hours north. Gus and Wolf are coming with me. Shouldn’t take that long to track her down.”

“Maybe she just wants to be left alone,” Ti groggily pointed out, lazily running her fingertips over my chest. That little touch was enough to send spasms to my cock, stirring it back to life as if it hadn’t just shot off multiple rounds into the naked girl sprawled out on top of me only a few hours before.

MY naked girl.

“Maybe, but whatever she wants, something feels off, and not just the fact that she’s actually alive. It just doesn’t sit right with me, none of it does,” I said.

Ti reluctantly sat up and yawned, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Her long hair fell all around her face in tangles. A red bite mark sat in the space between her shoulder and neck where I’d gotten a little carried away and I wanted more than anything to get carried away again.