pissed about that.”
Another growl. He shook his head, mostly to himself, and
paced quickly to the other side of the room, slamming the door shut.
Nick wanted me sealed in. He stood near it, arms folded
across his big, beautiful chest, lording over me like an enormous
guard dog.
Guard bear?
“ You're right,” he said, stepping forward, a
dark note in his voice. “I should've finished what I really
wanted to last night.”
He lunged forward. I whimpered as he landed on top of
me, cradling me in one big arm. Then he flipped me over, onto my
belly, dragging me by the calves toward the edge of the bed.
Nick tore at my jeans. My eyes popped in surprise as he
unclasped the brass button and dragged down the zipper.
Before I knew it, the denim was around my waist,
exposing the lacy black panties underneath. Nick had an instant
glimpse of the wet spot between my legs too.
Damning proof that fear wasn't all I had on the brain.
Not by a long shot.
“ Hold still!” He roared. “I'm going to
spank your big, beautiful ass raw. You're a brat, Lyla, and I'll do
you one better than killing you. I'm going to knock some fucking
sense into your sweet body, if it's the last thing I do...”
He told the truth. I still gasped in surprise as his
palm landed on my right cheek.
Fire shot through me. No man had ever spanked me before,
not even my own father.
If he wanted to shock me, then mission accomplished. I
lay tense on the bed, my back slightly arched, weathering four more
blows spread equally over both of my big, round cheeks.
The heat condemned me, total and hot. Not just from his
hands.
I pinched my thighs together, feeling my sex
constricting, gushing in delight. The emptiness inside me became a
gnawing void; a dark, irrational, totally irresistible need.
This firm spanking just added to the storm. The sudden,
sharp sensations moving through my body, above and below, were like
lightning landing in a forest fire.
Sharp, agonizing grunts slipped out between my teeth. I
stiffened, absorbing another round of ass smacking fire, suddenly
pushing my plump rear closer to receive them.
He must've given me a dozen good whacks before he
stopped. His hand rested gently on my well numbed ass. Nothing except
the sound of our heavy breathing filled the room.
Sweet silence. Even sweeter lust.
“ Get out of here. Leave the artifact alone. Be a
good girl and go home.”
One last chance. That's what he's offering. Dare I
listen to common sense for once?
Of course not.
I swiveled, rolling underneath him, reaching both hands
around his neck. My senses were overwhelmed, too hungry to do
anything but what I did next.
Nick growled his surprise, just as awed as me when I
pushed my lips to his. One kiss can corral a lot of things.
My hunger spilled into him. Our mouths sucked and
licked. He took the lead, winding his tongue around mine, ringing my
plush, warm lips with soft, wet strokes.
We kissed for a long time, making a whole meal of it. I
wondered if it was this intense because he was love starved like me.
Or was it just because he wasn't fully human?
God! I'm seriously kissing a fucking bear!
I ran my hands down his
shoulders. His whole body was hard ,
a full slab of a man, muscles working in concert for work and
pleasure.
I'd broken the ultimate taboo. And there was no going
back after one kiss.
Nick broke first,
moving to my neck, nipping and needling me with faint stubble just
beneath the ear. I reared up against him, crying out, sputtering for more, more, more!
He knew what I needed. Maybe he could smell my arousal
or just taste it on my skin in a way a normal man couldn't.
My enemy-turned-lover swept lower, clawing at my shirt.
I straightened my arms so he could yank it above my head.
Big, ripe, needful breasts popped out into his hands,
wobbling for attention. He tore the undersized bra down, letting my
left nipple pop right into his mouth. Perfect timing.
Electricity zapped through me. I lifted my legs,
wrapping them