Bear Bride (Bear Cove #1)(5)
“Right, a clan of poor, degenerate Shadow Bears, that’s just great, mom,” Corin exhaled heavily and turned around to inspect her hair.
“You are wrong about that, my little cub,” Aria, Corin’s mother whispered confidentially, “The Shadows are anything but degenerate. Don’t look at them now with their thin lines and broken spirit. They are an ancient clan with a glorious past and deeply rooted traditions. There was a time when all other clans bowed their respects to the Shadows and didn’t even think about trespassing their territories.”
Corin rolled her eyes and leaned in closer to the mirror to check her sharp teeth. She didn’t care much about history. She was a young, reckless bear that was just as interested in blood and power, as she was in grooming and clothing. A warrior at birth, she was an even match for the strongest bear maidens across all clans. Also, there was hardly a bear vainer than Corin, who derived great pleasure from playing with the hearts and heads of humans, making them lose their minds about her and then walking away. Her games were over now. The bear bonds were much stronger and a lot more highly respected than those of humans. A bear bond was forever, and she was still fighting her overwhelming animal instinct that was warning her against the marriage.
The door to the small room opened with a bang and an enormous man walked in, bending his head forward, so as not to hit the doorframe.
“Out,” he growled and the women and girls who had gathered to help Corin get ready for the altar all sprung up and scurried out in a single file. The man slammed the door shut after the last one of them and in two long strides loomed over Corin. He leaned in and wrapped his arm around her small waist, pulling her back towards him. Corin just gasped at the sudden movement, but didn’t fight him. Her bear was quiet and pliant in his arms. He rammed one of his giant hands inside her cleavage and dug his steel fingers around her soft, heavy breast. She sighed delightedly and closed her eyes as he pressed her slender figure against his hard, muscular body. She could feel his massive erection swelling in his pants, poking at her through the layers upon layers of her wedding dress skirts. He bent down and snatched the hem of her dress, pulling it up roughly until his hand rested on the inside of her delicate, smooth thigh. Between the slow, circular strokes of her stiffened nipple and the gentle rubbing of her moistened wedding underwear, along the fold just above her most sensitive spot, she moaned lustfully and slumped into his embrace, her legs suddenly weakened with the spreading warmth of her arousal. The man leaned his shoulders down and his rough stubble grazed against the milky, almost luminous skin of her cheek.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered weakly, twisting her body to give him better access to her burning parts and to increase the sweet friction that was muddling her head and making her forget where she was and what she was preparing for.
“So you like that?” He whispered back into her ear, his hot, tingling breath making the tiny hairs on the back of her neck rise and a shudder wash all over her body. He started rubbing his hard erection steadily and rhythmically against her tight, childlike ass, and she whimpered, helplessly bucking back to meet him through the thick laces and satins. She longed for him to slip a finger inside her, or even better, throw her on the floor and climb on top of her, ripping her apart with the huge, throbbing cock she knew only too well. Sensing that she was so wet and turned on, her entire body was trembling in anticipation in his arms, he suddenly retreated, leaving her to gasp for air, her insides flaming with desire.
“What are you doing, Damien?” Corin managed to utter between her heavy with lust breaths. She smoothed down her skirts and looked up at him in the mirror. “You can’t just come in here and do this to me. You know we need to be careful now. In a few hours, I’ll be the Shadows’ queen and you’ll get everything you want.”
“Everything I want?” he grumbled, “I want you, Corin. Our bears are made for each other. I can’t just stand there and watch you promise yourself to a Shadow. I don’t think I’ll be able to control my grizzly. It’s already thrashing about, waiting. I don’t think I’ll even make it through the wedding.”
“Sure you are, you can’t back out now, I’m doing this for us.” Corin fixed the stray locks that had fallen out of order and tucked in the flowers securely among the sleek waves of her hair. “I can get the job done on the first wedding night even. No bear lost in the heat of a shattering orgasm can fight my claws. Now, you just need to be patient. If you wait to climb the ranks of the Blackstones, you’ll never get there. But soon I’ll give you your own clan. You’ll be the king of the Shadows, and I, your queen.”
Chapter 4
Keyla
Keyla nervously tapped her foot as she waited for the gas pump to fill up the tank of her small, battered Toyota. The smell of gasoline was strangely pleasant mixed in with the tangy scent of freshly mowed grass. She looked through the window at the big, pink box resting on the passenger seat. The cake had turned out absolutely delightful. Aunt Cynthia had outdone herself with the three-tier masterpiece all covered in scalloped white buttercream with handmade blush fondant roses with sugar petals cascading down the front along with ivy and wild berries. She had layered chocolate, raspberry and vanilla mousses on the inside in perfect proportion. It was a cake Keyla would have loved to see on her own wedding day, if she ever had one.