RANCHER BEAR’S BABY(62)

CHAPTER 6: Michael




Daisy grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it up. I expected the hiss of air that came out of her mouth, but I didn’t expect the rush of her arousal that hit my nose.

I ripped the shirt off and then grabbed her hair again. “I was in an accident when I was younger.”

I knew that what she was seeing wasn’t pretty. I was covered in scars. Not just the one on my face. There were multitudes of the faint white and silver lines covering my body, some thicker than others. I usually kept myself covered because no one had ever seen my scarred body without becoming a little unnerved.

“What?” She trailed her mouth across my chest and raked her nails across one of my nipples. “What are you talking about?”

I pulled back and looked down at my chest. “The scars.”

Her blue eyes were heavy with longing, but as she traced the scars, her eyes became heated. “Did someone do that to you?”

I swallowed around so much desire that I didn’t think I’d ever be the same again. She wasn’t repulsed by me. She was angry for me. She looked like little bear herself as she met my gaze. “Yes.”

“I hope you gutted the sonofabitch.” She leaned forward and flicked her tongue over my throat. “No one else will ever look like you, Michael. There are probably millions of blonde haired, blue eyed girls out there, but no one on this planet will ever come close to you. You’re special.”

An unexpected wave of emotion hit me and I looked up at the sky as I blinked away tears. Then, Daisy’s little hands were on my belt buckle and I was sucked back to the present with a narrow minded focus. Mine.

She fumbled with it and growled. “Come on!”

I grinned at her eagerness and worked at removing her little dress from her shoulders. She wasn’t wearing a bra and I got an eyeful of beautiful, pale breasts. I dipped my head and took one of her nipples into my mouth. The little pink bud hardened to a peak and pushed its way into my mouth even more when she arched her back.

I growled and as she whimpered, I felt my control slipping. I tried to pull back, but Daisy caught my head. “Don’t. Stay, Michael.”

“I don’t know if I’m going to hurt you. I don’t want to lose control.”

She pushed her dress down, as far as it would go, and then placed my hand into her tiny panties. My fingers stretched them out and I almost felt bad for ruining them. Her hot wetness coated my fingers immediately and as the top of my thumb brushed against her clit, she cried out.

“Don’t leave me, Michael. I feel like I’ll die if you don’t screw me right now. Is this the mate bond?”

I didn’t know. I was just as lost as she was. My bear was raging in my head, trying to push forward. It took everything I had to keep it together. I couldn’t stop. I’d passed the point of no return and I couldn’t leave Daisy. I had to be in her.

I slid two fingers into her tight body and groaned at the noises of pleasure she made. Her body squeezed my fingers like a vice grip, and I knew if I didn’t get her used to a bigger size, I’d rip her apart when I entered her.

Daisy’s nails raked down my chest as she came apart in my arms. I could tell her orgasm surprised her by the look on her face. She screamed and then shoved her own hand into her mouth to quiet herself.

“Let it go, baby. I want to hear you.” I pushed another finger into her and then kissed her open mouth.

I looked down at myself and found that I was covered in a thin coating of fur. My bear was screaming at me. He wanted our mate. Mine. I fought him back and withdrew my fingers from Daisy. I stood up to take my pants off, desperate for her. I didn’t know how much more control I had, but I needed to be inside of her.

“Michael?”

I stripped my clothes off and picked her up. Her dress fell to the ground at her feet and I easily ripped the already ruined panties from her body. “I’m not leaving.”

I could smell that she was aroused by the way I manhandled her. Her juices were coating the insides of her thighs and I swore to myself that I’d taste her soon. First, I had to be inside her.

I turned her around and she put her hands on a thick tree trunk. “Stay there.”

She arched her back and pushed her soft, round ass out at me. “I need you to fuck me, Michael. Please.” My demure goddess was a sex kitten!

I grabbed my dick and poised it at her entrance. I knew I should go easy, but my control was slipping fast. I thrust into her in one stroke and didn’t stop until I was balls deep. She screamed out, in pleasure, and clamped her body down around mine.

I reached around and cupped her breasts in both hands as I started fucking her. It wasn’t soft or romantic, like I knew she deserved. It was rough, hard, she’d be walking funny when we were done. The animal in me wanted that. I wanted everyone around to know she’d been given one hell of a ride and that she was mine. She was mine. My bear agreed with me for the first time in as long as I could remember. He settled down and let me take our mate.