The Right Bear's Arms BBW Paranormal Bear Shifter Romance(15)

Katie broke free and ran, and he chased after her. Her heart was racing, heat flooding her body. She could flee into the woods, let him catch her there.

Catch her and mate. Yes.

The ancient urge was too strong to ignore. In the city, it was easy to forget where she came from, the wildness that was part of her blood. And back home, she feared the wild part of herself. Here she was safe, and her mate would never hurt her.


Katie ran out the front door, glancing back to make sure Jake was following. She knew the paths around Gran’s house almost as well as Gran. Behind her Jake’s feet crackled in the undergrowth. He wasn’t far behind. She just needed to stay in front a little while longer...

With her heart thudding in her ears, she skidded to a stop beside a small, fast-running stream. And like that, Jake caught her and tackled her to the soft ground, turning them so he caught the force of the impact. He rolled again, and pinned her hands to the ground, swooping in for another devastating kiss.

Each touch tingled through her entire body, and she couldn’t help moaning against his mouth as he settled between her thighs. He left a delicate trail of kisses along her jawline, nipping at her neck until she was writhing beneath him, struggling at his hands pinning her for the sheer pleasure of feeling his strength holding her in place. Each tug that failed to free her spiked another bolt of arousal through her body. Now she felt it, the sense of overwhelming rightness, like a small voice in fact, telling her that he was hers. Him and only him as long as she lived.

“Jake,” she gasped, and he let go of her hands to cradle her face. “It’s you, it really is you.” He kissed her again as she reached up to unbutton his shirt, needing desperately to feel his skin against hers. Between the two of them, they managed to wrestle out of their shirts, and he stared down at her body. He stroked the curve of her belly with a reverent look in his eyes, his hands slowly trailing up to cup her breasts.

“I have never seen anything as beautiful as you,” he breathed, and leaned down to lick one of her nipples before taking it into his hot, wet mouth. Katie groaned and arched toward him. He already had her quivering with need. She curled her fingers against his chest, reveling in the firm muscles, then dragged one hand lower, wanting to feel more, wanting to have his enormous cock hard against her hand.

“Mm-mm,” he murmured against her skin and caught her hand. “Not yet.” He smiled up at her. “Did I hear you say earlier you wanted to be on top?” Before she could answer, he raised up and pulled her to her feet, kneeling in front of her. “I don’t want to be the sort of alpha who doesn’t give his mate what she wants...” Keeping his eyes on her face, he unfastened her jeans and pulled them down along with her panties, then held on her as she stepped out of them. He sat back, still holding her hand. “Come on, you can be on top.”

“What about your pants?” Katie barely recognized her own voice in the breathy, shaky whisper she managed.

“Let me worry about those. Now come here.” He growled the last three words and her knees trembled. When he laid back and pulled her hand, she realized what he meant.

“No, I can’t, I’ll hurt you.”

Jake kept pulling her hand. “No you won’t. Come on. Let me taste you. I want to feel you dripping into my mouth. I want your thighs wrapped around me.”

Katie whimpered, both in uncertainty and arousal, and let him pull her to her knees. He helped her straddle his face, pressing little biting kisses to her thighs as he moved her into position. She was so vulnerable like this, maybe more so than he was.

All her uncertainty started to melt away as his lips pressed against her damp curls. She gasped and sank down against him, earning a long, low groan from him and his fingers curling into her hips. She tried to trust him and focus on his mouth, his face, pressed between her thighs.

He took his time teasing her, kissing and nibbling until she was sure she was dripping onto him, she must be. She covered his hands with hers and let him rock her hips against his mouth, his tongue starting to slip between her lips now. He took one hand away from her and parted her still further, finally starting to lick her in earnest.

Katie lost all sense of herself, aware that she was moaning loudly, but beyond that letting her consciousness narrow down to the feel of his mouth, riding his... his face, really. He made her shameless, unafraid of her own body in a way she’d never known before.

Jake pulled her still closer, his tongue delving deep, finding her most sensitive, pleasurable places. He slid two of his fingers into her and let her rock against them as well. She could almost cry at the slow tidal wave growing inside her body. When it broke, it would surely drown her. She clutched his hand and swayed helplessly. When she finally came, she could only jerk and arch like a marionette, her voice a long wordless cry. She tried to catch her breath as he lowered her back to the ground, the soft earth cool against her skin. She heard him unzip his jeans and rolled to her back, wanting, needing to be ready for him.

“Damn,” he muttered.

“What’s wrong?” Katie leaned up on her elbows, momentarily distracted by his beautiful, powerful body framed by the woods behind him.

“I don’t have a condom.” His cock was erect and glistening, and—she imagined—distressed at the news.

Maybe it was the setting, or the heat of the chase, but something reckless rose from deep within her. “I don’t care. Take me.”