Chapter 24 #2
His relief flooded her chest and she laughed again, standing up on tiptoes to press a kiss to his mouth. He took the opportunity to steal her towel and dry her body himself. Kneeling before her, he looked up and asked, “Second favorite scenes, then?”
“Elliott! No. They usually have... creative anatomy. I’m not doing that.”
“Have you not already?” he murmured, circling one of the marks he’d left on her thigh with a soft touch.
“I’m not fucking your bear.”
A slow grin spread across his face, and she watched his canines descend. He must have been able to feel the rush of adrenaline and desire that filled her. It was overwhelming, bursting in little stars behind her eyes.
Hard and unyielding, he shifted his claws, just enough to scrape down the front of her thighs, then back up.
“Who do you think you are, the big bad wolf?” she teased, trying to hold on to some semblance of sanity.
Pressing firmly, the back of one hard, curved claw slid between her pussy lips, and she gasped, lost to him.
“No, Goldilocks, I’m Papa Bear.”
He dragged his claw upward, teasing over her clit. Then he flipped his hand, and the sharp point of his claw pressed against her like a dagger. Up and up and up, he circled her bellybutton and her nipples while his hot soft tongue dove into her center.
“You’re insane.” She moaned, dropping her head back and pushing her hips forward.
He pressed a quick kiss to her clit, before pulling away to admire her. “And look how wet it makes you. So ready for me.”
Words were slow to form on her tongue as he stood with his fangs still shifted and claws retracting safely away. He was so big, so commanding, so fucking sweet it made her chest sizzle and her heart palpitate. He was hers. Forever.
“If you don’t stop fucking around and get inside me, Elliott, I swear, I will un-mate you.”
His growl was low, menacing, promising wild sexual fulfillment as he scooped her up and tossed her over his shoulder.
“Where are you taking me?”
He spanked her upturned ass, then palmed it. “You’re in charge, where do you want to go?”
She smirked, reaching down to grab a handful of his tight butt. “Porch.”
“Back or front?” He bypassed the bed, carrying her from the room.
“Front.”
“It’s the middle of the day.”
“We’ll hear if anyone’s coming.”
He grunted but followed her request. A late-afternoon breeze had whisked away the day’s earlier balminess, and the porch was coated in a golden glow. Setting her down by the railing, Elliott spun Fern away, but she continued the remaining one hundred and eighty degrees to face him again.
He lifted a brow.
“Sit,” she said, pushing him back toward his rocker.
He did, settling bare-assed against the wood, his erection jutting proudly. This was even better than she’d imagined.
Shamelessly, Fern climbed onto his lap. He was too broad for her to join him on the seat so she knelt on the armrests. Spread wide for him, she tangled her hands in his hair and leaned in, kissing him hard.
He did just as she wished without her having to ask, wrapping her hair around his fist, he yanked her head back, exposing her neck to his lips and teeth. Still shifted, his sharp canines scraped over the same spot on her shoulder where she’d marked him on his.
“Bite me,” she moaned, pulling one hand free of his hair to shove it between them.
With his manhood secured, she lined him up and dropped down onto his cock, impaling herself as far as she could while kneeling above him.
He was wide and thick and stretched her deliciously, but she couldn’t get him in as deep as she wanted to.
“Fuck, I love you.” Hands around her hips, he held her down and tipped the chair back, fucking into her from below with reckless abandon. It helped, a bit.
A rocking chair was possibly a terrible idea—for this position at least—and they couldn't find a good rhythm no matter how hot the scenario was in theory. At least she’d fulfilled her phone call fantasy.
“We’re moving,” he growled, thrusting into her and standing in one smooth motion.
Her ass came down on the railing and she screeched while her otter barked, afraid she was about to tumble onto the ground.
“You’re safe, I’ve got you.”
With a palm splayed over her back, Elliott began to move again, filling her over and over with his thick erection.
She clenched around him, her legs locking just above his ass.
When he thrust into her rhythmically, Fern lost herself to the moment, arching her back so she leaned out off the porch, eyes up on the cloudless sky while he rocked her world.
“I’m— I’m—”
He tugged her up, pulling her tight against him. “Come for me. Come all over my cock. I want you squeezing all around me. I want to feel your pleasure when you shatter.” His teeth sank into her neck with a pinch of pain that sent her catapulting over the precipice.
Exploding with a cry that scared off some birds, Fern quavered around him. He joined her shortly, letting out a roar and frightening away the rest of the woodland creatures.
Foreheads damp and pressed together, their noses touched as they caught their breath, not once breaking eye contact. Her scent, berries and jasmine, just like he’d said, mingled with his amber aroma, creating a sensual perfume that was uniquely theirs.
Not bothering to clean up yet, Elliott took them back to the chair and plopped down, settling Fern sideways across his lap. Slowly, they rocked while the birds and bees returned, bringing the yard to life with their chirps and cheers.
“Mmm,” Fern murmured, rubbing herself against his softening erection.
“Super compelling’s done, sugar. I’m going to need a little while to recover.”
“We have time—all of it.” She finger-combed his hair and leaned in to kiss his forehead.
“That we do.” His big hands covered her ears as he angled her face to press a kiss to the tip of her nose, then her mouth.
Rocking quietly together, Fern ignored the stickiness leaking out between her thighs while she studied the studio with its shingled roof, and the yard with its wildflowers and waving grass. “What will our life look like, Elliott?”
“This, I assume. Maybe we’ll have a little otter or bear, or both, running around in a few years.
We’ll do our jobs, we’ll find joy in them.
We’ll make our meals together—or you can watch me cook.
We’ll spend plenty of time naked in each other’s company.
We’ll shift together, and run and swim and play.
Mostly, we’ll have fun and stay exactly where we want to be—right in the middle. ”
It took a moment for Fern to reply, her throat tightening around her words.
She swallowed thickly to free them and lay her head on his shoulder.
Breathing in his earthy resinous scent, she whispered, “Thank you. You and Beckett Falls have turned out to be the best thing that could’ve ever happened to me.
You helped me find it in myself to claim who I am and wear it proudly, and you’ve made me more than I was before—literally.
I love how certain you are about everything. How secure.”
Elliott snorted.
“What?”
He kissed her forehead. “You think I’m secure? Confident?”
“Yeah.”
“Fake it ’til you make it. I wasn’t very self-confident when I met you. I didn’t think I could be what you needed. But by spending time with you, I learned I was more than enough just how I am.”
She hummed, squeezing him around the middle.
“I’m enough for you, right?”
Laughter left her lips before she reassured him he was, in fact, more than enough, and she kissed him to drive the point home. They snuggled up for a peaceful minute until she remembered her promise to Olivia. “Take my picture for Liv!”
“All right, but only if I get my photoshoot first.”
“Elliott, I’m a filthy mess.” She wriggled, feeling the stickiness between her legs.
“Exactly.”
Laughing, she hopped up and let him go grab a phone while she climbed up on the railing to sit and wait with her legs open and swinging. The last dredges of afternoon sunlight glanced off her skin and Fern dropped her head back, smiling at the sky and wondering how she ever got so lucky.