Roxy
The next two weeks were spent helping with the wedding plans. Stormy was a great leader and medicine woman, and she could run Ironcloud’s flawlessly. But she’d procrastinated and flat out failed to get her own wedding up and running.
If it wasn’t for me she would have gotten married in the front yard and served hot dogs and beer.
Well, the wedding was going to be in the front yard, but I’d spent the better part of the week setting up the seating, decorations, the little altar where they would say their I do’s and the tables and chairs for the reception.
There would be beer… but the food would be a mix of steak, chicken, BBQ pork, corn on the cob, three kinds of potatoes, and three kinds of cake—since the bride and groom hadn’t settled on a flavor they both liked.
For Stormy: A lemon and orange cake with cream cheese icing.
For Maddox: A chocolate cake with peanut butter icing.
And what Gram had always called an ice box cake. White cake poked full of holes, with strawberry and lime Jell-O poured into the holes and then covered with a whipped cream/vanilla pudding mixture. Served with fresh strawberries and more whipped cream.
The sun was setting by the time Wade and I had put the finishing touches on the makeshift altar. I was standing on a ladder to get the faux wedding bells positioned just right.
I stopped to gaze down at how beautiful it all looked, especially in the warm, gentle orange and pink light of the sunset.
It made Wade look even more handsome than he already was, and that was saying something.
We hadn’t talked much about what had happened.
I guess when you live through something like that you don’t have to talk about it.
But we had talked.
A lot.
Over the last two weeks, we’d had three dates.
The last one had been to the state fair. Four hours of strolling booths, eating cotton candy, gyros, ice cream, funnel cakes and hot sausage sandwiches. I’d gotten a little fresh while we sat and watched some broncos try to throw their riders. He’d turned a lovely shade of pink and I’d enjoyed it far too much.
Maddox had won me a stuffed piggy with wings at the ball throw. Not to be outdone I’d won him a giant pink and white bear, with a red heart embroidered on its chest.
The date before that had been a midnight picnic, watching a meteor shower enliven the night sky. We’d been out in the middle of nowhere, the only sounds the wind and our own voices. I hadn’t wanted it to end.
And date number one: We drove into town, got out of his old truck, got a huge dill pickle from Macy’s Mini Mart and walked around, sharing the pickle and talking about everything and nothing.
He’d been going to work with Maddox and Bly, working for Bull’s logging crew. But when I’d needed him—well, wanted him to help me with Stormy’s wedding preparations—he’d stayed home with me.
We’d intentionally stayed home tonight to work on the wedding, so we could skip the bachelor and bachelorette parties.
Maddox and the boys were in the next town over, drinking up a storm and probably getting into a little trouble. Stormy and the girls were at Ironcloud’s. I’d heard talk of a clown and some strippers.
Or maybe it was clown strippers.
Ewww…
We’d wanted to be alone.
All alone.
Two consenting adults, all alone in that big old house.
He had half a smile on his handsome face as he looked up at me.
We hadn’t even kissed yet.
I was pretty sure he’d wanted to, but he was waiting for me to make the first move. He knew, just as I knew instinctively what he was feeling, that I wasn’t quite ready.
Well, guess who’s ready now.
Playfully I pounced on him, jumping down off the ladder.
He wrapped his arms around me and I latched onto him, my arms around his neck, my legs cinched around his hips.
His eyes glowed golden, and I felt a rumbling coming from his chest.
He closed his eyes, as if pushing something back, and took a breath to speak.
“Oh fuck it,” I said, and my lips crashed against his, knocking the words he was about to say to the ground where they belonged.
We’d talked enough. Now we needed…
My lips on his.
His hands on my ass.
My body pressed so tightly to his we were practically one person.
Two hearts racing but beating as one.
Wade walked up the porch steps and into the house, up the staircase to the second floor, and then straight to my bedroom. The entire time he hadn’t stopped kissing me.
Perfect balance and preternatural strength—it’s good to be a werebear.
Next thing I knew he was lowering me onto my bed, his golden eyes blazing with need and desire.
Yes…
That’s all I could think was yes.
Over and over again, yes, yes, yes!
I pulled his t-shirt off over his head, and he made swift work of the cute little top I’d worn, popping the little buttons out of their holes without tearing even one off.
A man of many skills…
He pushed me gently back onto the bed and kissed his way from my neck all the way down the curves of my bra-clad breasts, and then lower down my belly.
By the time his lips brushed my pelvic bone, he’d expertly tugged my jeans on down my hips and off over my bare feet.
I hadn’t even noticed what he’d done with my Sketchers.
Waves of tingles and flashes of heat rippled up and down my body. It was like being on fire, and being tickled with tiny electrical shocks from the inside and out.
His rough hands caught the sides of my panties and pulled them down, his mouth slowly kissing and licking his way south, his stubble covered jaw brushing against my tender flesh as he made his way down to my sex.
For a few precious moments he stopped kissing and licking, and all I felt was his hot breath on the slick folds of my pussy.
Oh god, oh god, oh dear god…
And then with a rumbling growl, his face fell into my lap, his lips so soft, the shadow of a beard tickling, and his tongue…
Oh, no man had a more talented tongue than my bear.
One deep, sucking kiss, and then that tongue slid inside me, tasting me, licking his way out, lapping at my folds, and then flicking my clitoris.
Then he sucked on me, flourishing his tongue against me.
I sprawled on the bed, my arms outstretched, hands clutching the sheets—I hadn’t even cared that my bed wasn’t made—pounding my head back into the mattress.
But I couldn’t take it.
This was…
Jesus, this was amazing!
But I needed more.
I needed all of him.
I needed him inside me.
I grabbed hold of his head, pulling him out from between my legs with probably a little too much shifter strength, and stared into his half-lidded, gold glowing eyes.
“You need to fuck me, Wade.”
He smiled—a lazy, all too male smile.
“Yeah, yeah…” I said, “Gloat later. Get that cock of yours in me now.”
Wade crawled up the length of me, his fists in the mattress, his muscular torso flexing as if he was a panther on the prowl.
But the moment his eyes lock on mine I knew he was no cat.
He was my bear.
And I was his.
My hands pulled his belt buckle loose, and undid his fly. With a push of my hands, his jeans were halfway down his ass.
His cock was long, thick and artfully curved from root to tip.
He was so beautiful.
He licked his palm and then stroked himself a few times, I could see how hard he was getting, and that with each stroke he was getting longer.
I reached out and grabbed his head again, and pulled his face down so I could kiss the shit out of him.
His lips tasted like me, and him—a mixture so potent and sexy I lost my breath.
I felt his cockhead butt against my opening. There was a slow, delicious burn as he pressed into me. I felt my vagina pulse and stretch to let him further in. I felt his arms shake as he slowly sank into me, his bear growling in pleasure, his eyes burning like golden flame.
And then finally, he was all the way in, wringing panting moans from me, making me shudder and quake.
He pulled out of me a few inches, and then took my mouth again in a wild kiss as he pressed back down into me.
My toes curled, my back arched, and my legs opened wide.
Wade pulled my front loader bra open and sucked and nipped at my tits, adding to pleasure the slow strokes of his cock in and out of me were causing.
I was getting so wet. Every churn of his cock into me came easier and slicker.
I pressed the heels of my feet into the sexy indentation his back made as it curved into his ass, and I ran my nails down his back.
This made him groan, and he started to pound into me harder and faster.
Yes…
Yes, yes, yes.
I pushed against his chest and his burning eyes latched on mine.
“Mark me,” I said, my voice raw and feral. “Mark me as yours.”
I hadn’t planned on asking him to do that. But there it was.
I wanted him to mark me as his.
With a lightning fast strike, he sank his teeth into my shoulder, breaking the skin and lapping at my blood.
There was magic in marking your mate. Thousands of years of nature, of bonding.
And just like that I felt our bond solidify, like the air, like the water in the rivers and oceans, like the fire that burns and destroys, and lets things begin again.
He let loose of my shoulder and roared, his bear right there with him, nothing separating them.
I felt his cock pulse and then let loose inside me, his seed hot and slick, smothering my searing need.
I felt it slide out of me as he pushed in and out of me, riding his climax as my orgasm crashed over me, drowning me in its power, in its unending torrent.
The wind came through my bedroom window and cooled the sweat on our skin, and Wade rolled over on his back, pulling me atop him, his cock still hard and planted inside me.
This was heaven.
He stroked my back with his palm and laid a long, soft kiss on my forehead.
I fell into the most luscious sleep, held in my mate’s arms, my head to his chest, listening to his heartbeat.