Paige's Bossy Bear (A BBW Paranormal Romance) (A Blackwood Brothers' Book) (3 page)

“Quinn.”
He stilled at the sound of his name. She knew he was thinking the worst.

He eased back, brushing the damp hair from her face.
“What, baby? I’ll give you anything.”

Cupping
the side of his face, she smiled up at him. “Anything?”

He turned his head and kissed the palm of her hand.
“Anything.”

“Then take me.”
She reached across the bed to the nightstand. He opened the top drawer and discovered the items she’d placed there earlier.

Quinn’s body went rigid. Not just his cock inside Paige, but every muscle of his body. Her voice
was deep and sexy, that sex over the phone voice that never failed to arouse him. He stared at her, her eyes dark and slumberous and he knew what she was asking.

“Sure?”
It was the only word he could force through his tight throat.

She nodded once and that
was all it took to break the bonds of his control. Quinn’s body flooded with the power of his bear. He flipped her over on her stomach, positioning her on her knees. His cock hurt as he looked at the beautiful sight before him. Paige’s sweet pink pussy already flushed from his possession.

“Wider.”

By this point, Paige was craving Quinn’s touch so badly she would have done anything he asked. Offering herself up to him was exactly what she did want. She spread her knees, feeling the stretch as she exposed herself to him. He fell on top of her, the muscles in his arms bulging.

Paige
felt caged by the steel strength around her. Claimed. Trapped in a way that should have panicked her, but didn’t. Much. He must have sensed her brief flair of uncertainty. His voice dropped to a rough cured leather. “You want me, Paige. You want to feel me take you.” His hand slid beneath her, finding the still sensitive nub he’d worked over so thoroughly only moments before. Twinges of her orgasm returned. She wanted this. “Do you know how beautiful you look, Paige? Spread before me. Offering yourself to me. I love you, babe, and I want you so much.”

His head lowered
and his teeth bit softly against the mate mark. She knew he’d do it again tonight. Sink his fangs deep as his cock buried itself inside her ass. She shivered; remembering the pleasure that had pulsed through her that time. She could only imagine how much more intense, primitive, it would be now. He would be taking her in the most basic form. True dominance.

“Oh, God, Quinn. Please take me.”
She lowered her head to her arms, the movement thrusting her ass into his groin. His cock jerked. He stayed above her for a moment more, his breathing ragged. He withdrew his fingers from between her legs. Behind her, she felt him take his cock with his hand. He rubbed it up and down her slit, wetting it and driving her crazy. Then his warmth lifted away. She gave a stifled moan. She wanted, needed him, so badly. She was horny as hell and only her bear shifter could relieve her pain.

“
Ssssh, baby. I’m going to take care of you.”

She
felt movement and then the touch of the lubricant against her puckered hole. He’d warmed it between his fingers so she didn’t flinch.

“So
beautiful, Paige baby. I can’t wait to take you. Claim you all over again.”

He eased his
thumb inside, thrusting in and out slowly but insistently. She left herself relax. This was her mate. He would never hurt her. She gasped when he applied more lube and sank a finger inside her. He didn’t pause, didn’t work it into her gently. Just took her. She shivered from his touch and the knowledge that he would take her the same way with his cock.

Another finger. More thrusting.

“You’re doing so good, Paige. So good.” She moaned, part in pain, part in pleasure, when he placed three fingers inside her. His other hand steadied her low on her back. His continued to saw in and out then his fingers spread, making her back passage burn. The hand on her back hardened when she went to move away.

“No. Stay still.”
Again the dark rough order had her pussy melting. He stretched her again and again, holding her down for his possession. Once she relaxed, he withdrew.

He must have already readied his cock because the next thing she
knew the swollen head was pressing against her hole, opening her to him. As she predicted, he pressed forward with no hesitation. He’d already taken his time preparing her. Now he possessed her.

His cock slid deeper
. “Take it, Paige,” he growled, his bear at the surface. The animal made the man rough as he plunged inside. The sensations were off the chart. Burning, stinging, then a sweet ache of pleasure she never could have imagined. She whimpered. Wanting more.

He must have understood because he thrust forward, bur
ying himself completely inside her. His balls brushed against the spread lips of her pussy. “Oh, baby,” he whispered in her ear. “You took me, baby. I’m in your ass. Do you like that, Paige? Do you like having my cock up your ass?”

The words
were crude but ratcheted her desire up another notch. The act was crude but the emotions flowing between them were anything but. This was a claiming, just like the other two times. When he’d taken her mouth for the first time then her pussy. Both times, he had put his mark on his woman and she loved it. Just like now.

The
y both needed this. Quinn needed to dominate her and she needed to submit. Just like a shifter’s need to sexually dominate overrode every other instinct they had, the mate of a shifter experienced the same instinct to submit, to provide them both with the pleasure they craved.

Quinn
watched as he took Paige, grunting, shivers racing up and down his spine as his cock disappeared inside her, again and again. He’d never felt so full. Never been so hard. He moved his hand from the middle of her back, sliding it forward to curl around her shoulder as he bowed over her. Holding her still, he thrust deeper and deeper, harder and faster. He took her. He possessed her. He mated her. Finding the mate mark on her neck, he sank his teeth into her flesh, biting down as he pumped inside her. Her blood flooded over his tongue as his seed marked her again. He found her clit and rubbed. He needed her with him.

“Quinn!”

He smiled as he eased his teeth from her flesh, licking the wound so it would heal. He tried not to ride her too hard as he continued to thrust inside her. Her soft mewls of pleasure and pain were tearing at him, urging him to fuck her so hard and deep that they would never forget.

With h
is cock in her ass and his fingers on her slit, he ordered, “One more time, Paige. Come for me one for time.” He wanted her experience to be as pleasurable as possible. He gathered her close to his chest, wrapping one arm around her. As he continued to fuck her ass, he slipped three fingers inside her pussy and pressed the heel of his hand against her clit.

Her fingers dug into the forearm across her breasts, her small nails making crescent shaped wounds in his forearm.
“Again.” His put the power of his bear, his dominance, into the word.

She
screamed.

Paige
felt the pleasure rip through her as Quinn continued to stroke in and out, making sure she was right there with him. She’d been hesitant to complete this part of their bond, to submit herself to his possession, to give herself over to the darkness of pleasure. As she felt the love and desire pulsating off her mate, she wondered why she had ever hesitated.

Quinn’s cock
was still pulsating in Paige’s ass when he eased them both to their sides. He gathered her in his arms and held her like he’d never let her go. And he wouldn’t. He pushed back the hair from the side of her face and kissed her temple. “Did you like that, baby?”

“
Mmm,” was her only response and Quinn grinned against her skin. Well, not her only response. She clenched the muscles of her ass dragging forth an involuntary groan from his bear. His arm was still beneath her breasts holding her securely in his arms. With his other hand, he tugged at her nipples, teasing her in retaliation.

“Stop. No more.”
She placed her hand over his, pressing his hand flat against her breast.

He
knew he’d have to move soon. They both needed a shower before they slept but he didn’t want to break the bubble of contentment that surrounded them. Instead, he let his eyes close and listened to the sound of his mate falling asleep in his arms.

Tomorrow would be soon enough to talk.

The next morning,
Quinn stared at the woman sitting across the table from him. His heart sped up and his cock stood up. He wanted to pull her into his lap and grind her hips against the needy flesh. She’d bunched her hair on top of her head, revealing the slender line of her neck. She had on her work clothes. A pair of linen trousers topped with a pale pink blouse. The blouse hid her mate mark and the fresh impression of his bite. To be so conservative in her dress, she was a wildcat in bed. Not that he wanted her flaunting her body when she went out, but he wouldn’t mind a damn bit if her mate mark was visible.

Quickly
his anger spiked again but he pushed it back down. Was it because they were so newly mated? Something was causing this unusual flare of temperament in him. Last night had done nothing to alleviate the constant need clawing at his guts. He snorted silently to himself. If anything, taking her ass had made it worse. She’d submitted to him. She’d given herself and her pleasure over to his safekeeping.

S
wallowing, he took a quick gulp of coffee, contemplating how best to address the issue still hanging between them. He knew he’d need all the energy and caffeine his body could absorb. Paige was a well-matched opponent. He needed every edge he could get in order to convince her to move in with him. Today. After last night, there was no way in hell she wasn’t coming home to him every night—forever.

“It’s time to move, Paige.”
He knew his voice was commanding, his tone dominating but his bear wouldn’t back down. It had the need to protect his mate. Mate with his mate, the same why they had last night…over and over again.

“We’ve talked about this,
Quinn. Now isn’t a good time. I’m busy with this project and you’re on the final stages of your build.”

“Something the
twins can handle on their own. Now eat your breakfast,” he growled at her. She wasn’t eating her pancakes, just pushing them around in the syrup. For the last two weeks she hadn’t been eating enough. She needed her strength. She needed food to stay healthy. If he thought she was trying to diet, he’d bend her over his knee in a heartbeat, and spank her ass until it turned a bright shade of red. And then he’d take her again, just like he had last night.

Paige took a deep bre
ath and wondered what her best friend would say if she threw a pancake at her brother. Quinn seemed obsessed with feeding her, she thought. Par for the course with this bossy thing he had going on. “You’re not listening.”

“Yeah
, I am, but all I’m hearing is no.” He slammed his coffee cup down on the table so hard, she knew it had probably cracked.

Paige ti
lted her head to the side, studying him. He had the don’t-fuck-with-me face she’d seen only once before; when Marcum had held her hostage on the tenth floor of the office building. He stared back at her, so stiff and taut he might have been carved from stone. The tanned skin of his face stretched across his cheekbones. The edge of his jaw could have cut glass. She knew he wanted what he believed was best for her. For them. She also knew their relationship would change forever if she gave into his demands without reservation. A partnership was about two people making a decision together. Not one commanding and the other obeying.

It
was about what had happened last night. It was about her surrender to a man who had her best interests at heart. About a man unafraid of love and the responsibility that came with that emotion.

Paige jumped up from t
he table, grabbing her plate, and dropping it into the sink, her breakfast forgotten and now ruined. By the big lug of a bear who wouldn’t listen. Of all the egotistical, overbearing, he-was-the-big-bear-in-the-woods, but didn’t-know-a-damn-about-women, man.

They
had to settle this. She really didn’t know why she was giving him such a difficult time about moving in with him…oh wait. Yeah, she knew why. He never
asked.

“I’m going to work.”
She picked up her keys and purse. “I’ll see you tonight.”

Quinn
groaned. He should never have issued his edict. And yeah, that was exactly what it had been. He’d fucked up. Bad.

Damn it, why
was having a mate so difficult.

He
couldn’t let her walk away like this, still angry and upset. He moved, blocking her way. His mouth twisted in what he hoped was a smile. He wanted to pick her up and carry her back up to the bedroom and love her like he had last night. He reached out to take her in his arms. “Paige.”

She drop
ped her purse and keys back on the table, and just stood there, taking him in. He wore a white t-shirt that outline his broad chest and clung to his muscular biceps. Faded jeans cupped his crotch and molded his thighs. His whiskey-brown hair curled around his neck. A dark shadow covered his jaw. He was so damn handsome. Was she letting a little of her self-doubt creep back inside her? No. She was over that. He wanted her. He loved her. He had proven that over and over again. “It’s alright.”