Bearly Mated (BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance) Page 7

  “He’s a voyeur,” she said, amused. Lizzie had changed, she admitted to herself when she told Patrick, “Let him watch if he wants. All I care about is wrapping my legs around you.”

  “Why do you temp me so much, Lizzie? I don’t know if I should eat between those creamy thighs or grind my cock into you.”

  She glanced at herself. He was right. She was looking particularly “creamy” in the low illumination from the sky and off the water. She guessed shifting hadn’t changed everything. Lizzie turned back to Patrick and tugged on his shoulders. “Forget the poetry, lover. Fuck me hard before I lose my mind. It’s been ages since we were together.”

  “Much too long,” he agreed.

  Patrick gripped her waist and raised her up. When he brought her down on his cock, his feet set apart and knees slightly bent, she howled in delight more like a wolf than a bear. His cock spread her pussy lips wide and sank into her heat. The feeling was so intense and good she didn’t question his ability to take her weight. She rode him, arching her hips forward and forcing his cock to plunge deeper. Another arch made him slip out as far as the head, and she drove forward to bring their come-slickened bodies together again.

  “Mm, she takes what she wants,” he whispered with a smug grin.

  “Yes, you’re all mine, and the best part is I know it.” Lizzie licked his lip and jerked on his lap. Patrick hissed between his teeth. He repositioned his hands on her waist and began grinding into her pussy. Her screams lit the air as an orgasm built stronger and stronger. She dug fingernails into Patrick’s back and bounced on his cock while her breasts jiggled. Their skin gave a satisfying slap each time they met, and she smelled the raw musk of their mating in a way she never knew was possible—the way one would smell it if one walked into a closed room after the occupants had fucked. The juicy sounds of Patrick’s cock pummeling her tight pussy, the scent of their come mingling, being watched, and their joint growls sent her over the top. She came hard, loud, and shaking violently. Seconds after, Patrick reached his release and spilled his yummy come inside her box. His satiated grunts as he did so made her happy and brought calm where she had been in turmoil for weeks.

  After two more rough rounds where Patrick changed their positions, including one where she bounced on his lap facing away from him, their lust eased enough for a rest. Lizzie climbed down from her mate and stretched her hands over her head, mewling like a kitten.

  “I assume from that sound, you’re content?” Patrick asked.

  Lizzie grinned at him. “For now.” She faced him and wrapped her arms around his waist. “I can feel it now, Patrick. My body doesn’t stay sore. The ache is going away.”

  “It will get faster as time goes on. We can do…a lot of interesting things.”

  Lizzie blinked at him, speculating. Excitement brewed inside her at the prospects. “I should have done this a while ago.”

  He kissed her lips. “We’ll make up for lost time.”

  “Hey, bro, I don’t mean to interrupt,” Daniel said, walking toward them, and Lizzie was surprised she felt no compunction to hide her plump body. She was beautiful and sexy, but she noticed Daniel kept his eyes respectfully above her neckline.

  “Enjoy the show?” she said, hand on her hip.

  He grinned. “I did, actually. Can’t wait to get back to town and get my hands on something soft and curvy.”

  Lizzie gasped in surprise. He shrugged and chuckled.

  “My brother is a lucky man, and I hope to be half as lucky someday.”

  “I hope you will. Thanks.”

  A new scent swept past Lizzie’s nose, and she leaned out to see around Daniel. Just entering the clearing were several bears. No one had to tell Lizzie who the one leading the group was. She already knew her scent—Annie. Lizzie bristled. The group hadn’t come with congratulations on their mind. They came with hostile intent.

  Patrick touched a hand to Lizzie’s belly. “Stay put, baby. Let me deal with this, and then I’ll take you home.”

  Lizzie cracked her knuckles. “No way. I’m with you Patrick, and I have to demonstrate to her you’re mine from now on.”

  In the blink of an eye, Lizzie shifted to her bear form and charged with Patrick into the fight that would show them all where she belonged and where she would remain from now on.

  THE END