Shifters, Inc. The Bear Who Loved Me (A BBW paranormal romance) Page 6

“Oh God…” she whimpered. “Please…please…”

  She hardly knew what she was begging him for, except that if he didn’t take her soon, she thought she might explode or go insane or both.

  Heath pulled away for a moment. She smelled something sweet and realized he was pouring a small pool of massage oil into his palm. He rubbed his hands together briskly to warm it, then laid a hand over her breasts, pressing on the clamp and rubbing in slow, tortuous circles. She moaned and clamped her thighs tightly against his hips, trying to pull him closer. He smoothed his hands down over her rib cage and the soft swell of her belly, working the warm oil into her skin, his breathing harsh and his eyes half-lidded with desire. Then he followed the path of his hands with his mouth.

  “Mmm,” he mumbled against her skin. “Peach flavored.”

  Then he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and glanced up at her, a wicked expression on his handsome, chiseled face.

  “But I’d rather taste this.” And with a single, powerful motion, he ripped her panties away, leaving her pussy exposed, aching and wet. He buried his face between her thighs and Tonya cried out as he sucked her swollen clitoris between his lips, flicking it with his tongue and making her writhe and squirm.

  She called out his name, mindless with pleasure as he worked two fingers into her dripping hole, thrusting them back and forth as bolts of sheer lust shot up her spine. She fisted her hands, desperate to run them over his broad, muscular shoulders, to clutch her fingers in his hair. But the fur-lined handcuffs held her fast. All she could do was cry out wordlessly, thrashing her head back and forth on the pillows as Heath’s relentless attentions drove her into a spiral of orgasm that seemed to build and build. Just as she thought she couldn’t bear any more, he worked his hands beneath her generous hips and pulled her even closer, burying his face in her clenching pussy as she all but screamed with the power of her release, gasping for breath.

  As her trembling subsided and she began to drift back to reality, she opened her eyes to see a very smug-looking Heath smirking at her.

  “Now, foxy lady,” he said in a passionate growl. “What toy shall we play with next”?

  Tonya grinned. “I know exactly what I want to play with.” She reached down and got a firm grip on his cock, which was hot and rigid, straining against his belly. “This.” She ran a thumb over the tip, which was sticky with pre-cum.

  Heath groaned and pushed against her hand. “Good choice,” he growled, and ran his fingers into the drenched red curls between her still-parted thighs. “I know just what to do with it, too.”

  She caught her breath, still sensitive from the thorough tongue-lashing the sexy bear shifter had given her. He slipped two fingers easily inside her, then withdrew them, glistening with her juices. He sucked them into his mouth, moaning with pleasure at the taste of her.

  Tonya ran her hand from the tip of his dick to the base then back up again, squeezing lightly when she reached the head and making him buck into her hand. He rose up over her, huge and hard and muscled, and she guided him to her tight opening, panting in anticipation of the delicious fullness and friction.

  For a moment she didn’t know if she could take him all. His penis was long and thick to suit the sheer size of the man. But then, with a snaking motion of his hips, he eased a little way farther inside her. A rush of wetness allowed him to slip still more intimately into her pulsing sheath, and she let out a contented moan as he sank inside her to the hilt.

  He was still for a moment, and then he began to move, slowly at first but increasing his pace as she wrapped her legs around him and dug her fingernails into the broad expanse of his powerful back, urging him on.

  He thrust relentlessly inside her and she ran her hands down to feel the muscular flex of his buttocks as he pumped. Each push of his cock inside her was a sweet agony, sensation building on sensation until she felt as if she were on the edge of a vast chasm of mindless bliss. She cried out as her orgasm rose inside her, rendering her blind, deaf and incoherent, oblivious to everything except the man above her, inside her. His strength. The heat of his skin. His wild, feral groans and gasps as he thrust still faster and more desperately, spilling himself into her with a shout of primal triumph that had her tumbling over the edge once more.

  He half-collapsed on top of her, catching himself on his elbows so he didn’t crush her, and she fought to catch her breath, heart pounding in time with his, their breath mingling, their bodies joined.

  Chapter Eight

  Heath yawned, took another sip of the coffee that had just been brought to their room by a uniformed cabin steward, and concentrated intently on the scene playing out on the laptop.

  “What are you watching?” Tonya called as she walked out of the bathroom wrapped only in a towel.

  Heath started, closing his laptop quickly.

  “Are you watching porn?” she asked, walking over to him. She smelled fresh and clean, and her shampooed hair smelled like a luscious bowl of fruit.

  “What makes you think that?” he asked defensively. Damn it, it was going to be hard to investigate covertly with her here in the cabin – but her being anywhere else suddenly felt wrong. Unthinkable. Out of the question.

  She glanced around, looking puzzled. “Well, you’re alone in the room, and I heard the sounds of people having sex, very loudly. And the walls of these cabins are pretty thick, from what I gather, so the noise isn’t coming from any of the other rooms.”

  “Uh – I was enjoying myself while I imagined you showering?” Heath suggested.

  “No you weren’t. There was the sound of a woman too. I’m not against porn, for heaven’s sake. Let me see.”

  She walked over and tried to open the laptop. Heath kept his hand pressed down on it.

  “I demand to see what your taste in porn is,” she said. “Hey, I might learn some new tricks.”

  That sounded quite all right to Heath, but he still didn’t want her to see what he was watching.

  She raised an eyebrow. “What?” she asked suspiciously. “Is it really weird? Are there fetishes that have no name, are there midgets and circus clowns? Please, no circus clowns – they really freak me out.”

  He choked on a laugh, then quickly grew serious again. He was going to have to trust her to some extent. He had a feeling, deep down to the bone, that he really could trust her.

  “Here,” he said, and opened the laptop.

  “You pervert! You’re spying on Reshef?” Her eyes opened wide. Then she leaned closer. “I mean, I’ll grant you, that is kinda hot. Wow, they’re just having a big ol’ orgy, aren’t they? Look, that’s the bodyguard who approached us at the table. He’s got three girls at once. He doesn’t even know where to put his hands. And Reshef’s under a pile of – you know what, no! This is wrong!”

  She tore her gaze away from the screen.

  “I’m not saying I mind watching this, but it’s actually part of my job.” At her skeptical look, he raised his hands defensively. “I swear on a stack of Bibles. Scout’s honor.”

  “You’ll have to do better than that. I am positive you were never a Boy Scout, and a stack of Bibles? Really? Is that better than swearing on one Bible, somehow?”

  “Swear to me that this is all off the record, and that you will not discuss this with anyone.”

  She nodded. “I swear. On one single Bible, not a whole stack.”

  He let out a heavy sigh. “He’s potentially the target of an assassination. I’m here to keep an eye on him. I take turns mingling with guests and trying to keep an eye out for anything suspicious, and watching this video feed. I’m alternating with a few of my teammates. You can watch with me, if you want. It’s not the worst thing in the world; I’ve had much worse surveillance jobs, believe me.”

  “But why not just warn him?” She sat down on the chair next to him and he swallowed hard and tried to resist the temptation to tear the towel off her. He had at least a couple of hours more of watching the video feed, until Reshef left
his room, or one of the other operatives from Shifters, Inc. relieved him. He’d just have to suffer through being rock-hard for the next couple of hours until he was freed from his duties, and then he’d tear off whatever she was wearing and show her, yet again, how incredibly sexy he found her.

  “Because we’re not completely sure he’s the target. There are several other options. Benedetta is one of them.”

  “Oh no.” Tonya looked alarmed. “Benedetta can’t be assassinated. It’s my dream to be able to afford one of her dresses someday, and if someone bumps her off, that’ll never happen. Did that make me sound selfish? I don’t care – I want to own a damn Benedetta if it’s the last thing I do.”

  Heath reached out and trailed his fingers along her smooth, soft skin and then immediately regretted it as his erection swelled to a point where it was actually painful. “Don’t worry about that,” he gritted out, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. The Beast is watching her. Very closely.”

  * * *

  Benedetta was sprawled on her black silk sheets, wearing a filmy red negligee that looked striking against her pale skin. She wore no panties, and the trimmed and shaved triangle of her pubic hair peeked out from under the hem of the negligee.

  The Beast, who took his obligation to keep an eye on his client very seriously, lay on the bed next to her. She’d had a message delivered to his room earlier, asking him to stop by, and he’d come in to find her like that – reclining on her bed, gesturing for him to join her.

  He’d kicked off his shoes and slid into bed next to her.

  There were at least half a dozen companions in the room, as well as a ship-assigned security guard who was pretending not to watch the writhing pile of limbs on the massive sofa. It was literally impossible to tell where one body ended and the next began, and moans of delight drifted through the air.

  Apparently Benedetta didn’t care at all that the security guard was there, and didn’t bother to ask why they’d put a security guard in her room.

  As for Duncan, the only problem with him and security guards was that he’d seduced two of them into his bed, and so the ship had to keep sending in fresh ones.

  Reshef was still refusing additional security, but since he never had fewer than a dozen of his own body guards in his room, that wasn’t as much of a concern.

  “You are very bad man. You have the air of danger about you, no?” Benedetta crooned, unbuttoning his shirt with swift, sure fingers.

  He grinned at her, sitting up to strip his shirt off and toss it to the floor. Then he reached down to unbuckle his belt. She was direct, he’d give her that. Well, he wasn’t complaining. It saved time.

  “Very perceptive of you, but don’t worry. I don’t bite – too hard. And I’d never hit a lady – well, not unless she asked me nicely.”

  Benedetta let out a rumbling purr of delight. “Then I am asking, because I am very naughty woman.”

  The Beast looked at her – the risqué red negligee, the cheekily trimmed pubic hair peeping out from underneath its hem, and he laughed. “Oh yes,” he growled. “I can see that you’re naughty – very, very naughty indeed. I think it’s time someone taught you a lesson.”

  Benedetta gave a musical giggle. “Perhaps I have thing or two to teach you also, no?”

  With a low rumble, the Beast sat up and pulled the lithe Italian woman into his arms so that she sprawled across his lap, her delightfully pert ass in the air. She squealed and thrashed, kicking her feet and wriggling in a way that had his cock leaping to life.

  He rubbed her buttock roughly, taking a moment to appreciate her from her dark tumble of curls to her slender feet with their red-painted toenails. She was a warm, squirming weight against his crotch. The sighs and moans coming from the tangle of companions who were kissing and sucking and tasting and thrusting on the sofa had tingles of anticipation running up and down his spine.

  Then he brought his hand down firmly on her rump. She gave a squeal of delight that changed into a throaty moan as he rubbed the pink mark his palm had left on her skin. Another swat and the pink mark changed to a fiery puce.

  Benedetta struggled playfully. “Ooh, you are so big and strong. And I have been very, very bad girl,” she encouraged him. Her skin was hot under his palm and he slapped her again, his hand making a satisfying crack against the reddening flesh. Benedetta gave a yelp and parted her thighs, encouraging him to run his fingers between her pussy lips. Her folds were slick with arousal and she circled her hips, pushing back against his hand, begging him to push his fingers inside.

  The Beast tutted and withdrew his hand. “You’re sopping wet,” he growled. “What a naughty, dirty girl you are.” He slapped her ass again with another resounding smack, then flung her face-down onto the bed with a rough, playful strength that made her giggle again.

  She got to her hands and knees and looked seductively back at him over her shoulder. “And now you teach me a real lesson, yes?” she purred.

  His palm print stood out on her pale buttock in shocking scarlet, and her pussy lips were swollen, her pink slit sticky and inviting. The Beast roughly pushed down his jeans and underwear and positioned himself behind her, rubbing the head of his cock up and down the hot, slippery flesh as she arched her back invitingly. Then he pushed inside her, not quite roughly but with swift efficiency that made the designer mewl and shudder.

  Her pussy was as tight as a fist around his throbbing cock, and as he started to thrust she pushed back against him with a flattering eagerness, supporting herself on one hand and rubbing eagerly at her clit with the other.

  He clutched her hips, bunching the delicate fabric of her negligee between his fingers, not caring if it tore. With each thrust inside her he gave a bestial grunt, and she responded with a strangled moan, frantically fingering her clit and rolling her hips back against him.

  Levi allowed his eyes to close and concentrated on the clutching sensation of her warm, slick flesh around his cock. A hot, heavy sensation began to build in his balls as he held her slender body and pictured her golden curls, her dazzling blue eyes…

  He stuttered in his rhythm, earning a frustrated growl from Benedetta as his eyes snapped open. He froze for a moment in shock and reminded himself that he was having sex with a beautiful, willing woman…and it was Benedetta. Benedetta. Not Bridgit.

  Frustrated and furious with himself, he banished the seductive image from his mind, bending forward and seizing a handful of Benedetta’s raven hair so he could pull her head back and graze the skin of her throat with his teeth. He fucked her with renewed vigor, thrusting furiously inside her – thrusting away thoughts of the golden wolf-shifter he had no business fantasizing about. He wrapped his arm around Benedetta’s waist and pounded into her, and her cries rose, crescendoing into a howl of completion as she spasmed wildly around him. She let off a rapid-fire stream of obscenities in breathless Italian as he continued to flex his hips. He gritted his teeth against the sensation, persevering even as the Italian woman, now limp and dewy with sweat, gave another hoarse cry and there was scattered laughter and a sprinkling of good-natured applause from the gathered companions.

  The tight sensation in his balls built until he couldn’t contain himself any longer and he exploded, pulling out at the last moment to release thick, heavy ropes of cum over the pink skin of Benedetta’s well-spanked ass.

  Heaving in labored breaths, he collapsed to one side, exhausted. He felt limp, weary, aching…and unsatisfied. The restlessness that sex usually banished was still with him, gnawing away at his gut. Even as Benedetta stretched, obviously replete, and gave a happy little moan, he felt angry and frustrated. The sense of release that usually came with orgasm was absent. He was afraid he knew why. But that was stupid. It wasn’t as if he needed emotion with his sex.

  Benedetta draped herself languorously across his chest and he played absent-mindedly with a lock of her hair.

  One of the companions, a well-endowed brunette with an intriguingly clean-shaven mound, gave a lasciviou
s smile and sauntered towards the bed, clearly intent on joining them.

  The Beast ignored the sense of unease tweaking at his nerve-endings. What he needed was as many rounds of wild, mindless sex as the pleasure cruise’s companions could provide. What he definitely didn’t need was time to think.

  Besides, any thoughts of Bridgit were pointless. She seemed like a nice person, someone who deserved a man who’d treat her well. He reminded himself that there was no room in his life for a relationship, for caring, for anything but the burning need for revenge.

  Chapter Nine

  Jake, their team leader and a lion shifter, had a cabin on the same floor as Heath and Reshef. After he and Tonya finished watching Reshef and his crew, who seemed to have an endless sexual appetite, Heath quickly headed over to check in with him.

  He met the Beast in the corridor. The Beast grunted a hello, which was a fairly friendly greeting coming from him.

  “Someone got laid last night,” Jake said, as Heath and the Beast walked into his suite. “Hmm. You both got laid. I can scent it on you. And from the looks of it, I’d say Heath had a better time.”

  The Beast shrugged. “Sex is sex. Do it. Move on.”

  Heath looked at him critically. “That’s different. Usually you force us to listen to you brag about your exploits for fucking ever. Getting jaded, are we?”

  Levi looked uncomfortable, scowling and looking away. “Why don’t we talk about you? I hear Bobbi thinks the fox is your Fated Mate.”

  “Why don’t we talk about our mission,” Jake suggested, “instead of your wandering dicks? Any thoughts, anything new?”

  “Not since we talked last night,” Heath said. The Beast shook his head.

  “Nobody’s jumping out as a suspect,” Heath continued. “I mean, there’s a whole boatful of potential assassins here, really. But here’s a question. If the Chameleon succeeds in assassinating his target, the boat is going to be on lockdown. It’s not like assassinating someone on land, where you can disappear and leave the area. It’s much riskier doing it here. Yeah, the Chameleon could use some kind of slow-acting poison so he wouldn’t be around when the target died, but he’d have to know that the risk of exposure is much greater on a cruise ship. So why do it here?”