BEARed to You(6)

“Mmmm. Sexy. I like,” he said. “A lot.”

She was so very glad she’d decided to wear some decent-looking underwear on her trip. Not a single pair of ugly undies would be found in her luggage. She hadn’t planned on spending her first night in Alaska with a sexy stranger. But if she was honest with herself, she might admit she’d hoped she might meet a guy sometime these two weeks. She made no apologies for her preferences. Unattached sex made sense. A lot less complications that way, as long as a girl was smart about things.

His fingers ran along the narrow band circling one of her legs. Instinctively, she parted her legs to let it explore further down. Only then, as the cool air hit the material, did she realize how wet her panties had become. Her pussy burned to be filled. Her breath caught in her throat when a fingernail grazed the thin, soggy material covering her labia.

He smiled. “I love your scent. It’s so sweet and hot. I can’t get enough.” He licked his lips. “Damn, you’re perfect. I want to taste you.” Not waiting for her to find a way to drag some air into her lungs to respond, he hooked a finger in the crotch of her panties and jerked. The wet material ripped away. She didn’t care that they’d cost a small fortune or that they were her favorite pair because they made her feel sexy. At the moment she was only too happy to have them out of the way.

He set his hands on her knees and audibly inhaled. “Dammit, you smell good.” He roughly pushed her knees apart and lowered his head to cover her pussy with his mouth.

The heat from his intimate touch ignited little blazes all over her body. Her chest. Her cheeks. Deep inside. She dropped her head back, gritted her teeth and gripped the armrests of the chair. Releasing her knees, he lifted his hands to her pussy, parted her folds to expose her clit, which was tingly and sensitive already. Then he dragged his tongue over it in a slow, lazy swipe that made her cry out in agony.

Her vagina clenched closed around painful emptiness.

Just because he wanted to make her suffer—or so she gathered—he then proceeded to run his tongue round and round her clit. With each circle, the tension inside her body coiled tighter, pulling her insides into knots. Then, glory of all glories, he slid a thumb inside her vagina. It wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy her urgent need to be filled, but it eased the agony a bit. He timed the inward thrusts of his finger with the swirls of his tongue. The two together nearly brought her to climax.

Then, just as her body prepared for the first spasm, he stopped.

Frustrated beyond words, she opened her eyes.

He was kneeling on all fours. His skin rippled, like something was crawling beneath it. Then it darkened to almost black. Not deep brown, but the pure black of a panther’s coat. He lifted his head back and let loose with a growl that sounded so foreign and animal-like she scrambled backward, tucking her legs under her bottom to get them out of his reach. Shaking, she wrapped her arms around herself.

What the hell?

There, as she watched, frozen by terror, a coat of brown fur sprang from his skin, covering his body. His limbs changed into four thick legs. His torso lengthened and thickened, his head elongated. A mouthful of sharp teeth sprang from his gums.

A…bear?

A moment later, she leaped backward and lunged for the gun lying forgotten on the floor. The bear smacked the weapon with its huge paw, sending it flying across the room. It struck the front of the stove with a metallic bang then fell to the carpeted floor. The bear’s gaze never left her as she scrambled backward until her spine was pressed against the far wall of the cabin.

What the hell? How had a man turned into a bear?

And then realization struck as she glanced down at the bear’s paws.

That had been the beast that had nearly ripped the door down. She’d inadvertently let it inside.

When it licked its black lips, raised up on its hind legs and took one, two, three steps toward her, she just knew she was a goner. The bear was so huge its head nearly hit the vaulted ceiling as it ambled toward her.

“I’m gonna die. I’m gonna die. I’m gonna die. Oh God!”

She’d never called herself a Christian but she decided right then and there it was time to pray.





Chapter Two



The pain.

Unbearable.

Excruciating. His muscles burned. His bones felt like they’d been shattered and glued back together. He was dizzy and confused. Still, one thing drove him. The excruciating hunger for the lush, soft woman cowering before him. He didn’t want to fuck her, he needed to fuck her. The compulsion threatened to take him over, completely. Just as it had earlier when he’d been lying in his bed at home and had caught a whiff of her scent.