Alpha's Rescue (Shifter Ops 5)

“Be good,” he orders, “or I’ll tie you to the bed.”

“OMG,” I pant.

I try to be good, but after a few more kisses, I’m squirming too much for Teddy’s liking. He rises up and rolls me over, delivering three sharp swats to my ass. I moan and arch my back. If I’m bad at being good, I’ll be good at being bad.

“That’s it, babygirl.” His beard tickles my bottom as he kisses each cheek. I wriggle some more, on purpose, and earn another round of sexy spanking.

The bears aren’t the only ones who are naughty on this mountain.

“So much for gentle. Is that all you got?” I press my front into the bed and bounce my butt higher. His palm sears me, but the pain morphs into something else, something wonderful. I feel the shock of sensation right in my pussy. “Yes, like that. Harder.”

“How is it you’re so perfect for me?” he mutters, and I melt into a puddle of happiness. “C’mere.”

He tugs me up and positions me on my knees, facing the headboard. He lies down and guides me to straddle him. I grab the headboard and rise up as Teddy palms my ass, pulling my pussy up to his face.

“I need to taste you,” he growls. “Give it to me.”

“I don't know.” He tries to tug me down, but I resist. “I'll suffocate you.”

“I'll die happy.”

I lower myself and let my pussy make full contact with his face. He nuzzles into me. “Hang onto the headboard.”

I hang onto the headboard for dear life. His tongue dips and swirls into my folds. I dig my nails into the pine and angle my hips, rocking over his mouth. His tongue catches my clit, and I shudder, lifting off him for a moment. I can’t move very far because his fingers grip my ass, keeping me close.

“That's it, babygirl,” comes his muffled voice. “Grind down. Let me give you what you need.”

I give into gravity and Teddy’s inexorable pull, and let my weight sink down again. His beard tickles the tender skin of my inner thighs. His tongue is everywhere, snaking into my entrance, swirling around my clit, sucking up my juices like its ambrosia. Like he can’t get enough.

His strong lips and probing tongue combine with the soft tickling of his beard, sending pleasure slamming into me. “Oh my God,” I gasp, and fall sideways onto the bed. He rolls with me, his face still between my legs. He nibbles my labia, gives my clit a kiss, and sits up, licking his lips. He rests a large hand between my legs, pressing his thick long finger in me lightly to ground me. It takes forever for my orgasm’s aftershocks to subside.

“That was just the beginning,” Teddy promises, wiping the wetness from his beard.

“My turn,” I declare.

Teddy’s groan sounds pained. His eyes have more than darkened. They almost look like they changed color–from grey to a warm, honey brown. “Let me just get inside you.” His voice is gruff and thick. He rips his shirt off over his head and unbuttons his jeans. “Would that be okay?”

Um, yes please. I clear my throat and say what I want. “I’m on birth control and I’m clean.”

“I’m clean,” he says. “We can use protection if you want, but I don’t have any STDs.”

“I trust you.”

Those words seem to do something to Teddy. His eyes flash even darker, and a strange growl comes from his throat.

“You sound like one of the bad bears.” I help him shove his jeans down his hips.

He steps off the bed to shuck them. “This bad bear needs you right now. Desperately.”

“I need you, too,” I tell him. It’s true. Having his mouth on me was amazing, but there’s something about the completion of penetration that I crave. That biological urge to engage in the act that actually produces babies. Not that we’re going to do that.

Except the idea of carrying Teddy’s baby suddenly takes hold in my mind with huge appeal. He’s such a giver. He’d be a rock during a pregnancy. I’d bet my life on it. I’m suddenly furiously jealous of the hypothetical mother of his child.

He climbs over me, stopping to kiss and lick between my legs, then traveling upward, dragging his open mouth across my thick belly, then taking one hard, brown nipple between his lips.

I arch and cry out the moment he sucks it, the answering tug going directly to my core.

“I need you,” I repeat, reaching for his cock. I find it and fist the base, making him growl again as it jerks and lengthens in my hand. I love that he growls. Such a perfect mountain man.

His cock is thick and hard, longer than I’ve ever seen–even on porn. “I need to give it to you,” he answers, rising up over me and letting me guide him to my entrance.