Free Healing the Bear by Vanessa Devereaux Page A

he
dragged his finger upwards, knowing her clit would be at the apex like he’s
seen in Charlotte’s medical book. He smiled thinking that maybe Charlotte
should throw a seminar for shifter guys who wanted to date human women.
    And
here it was. A little nub of a thing. He pressed it,
seeing her legs twitch instantly.
    “I
am a clit type of girl,” she said.
    He
wasn’t quite sure what she meant by that, but he was going to find out. He
placed his thumb on it, circling it in steady turns.
    “Oh
yeah,” said Melanie, sliding down in the bed and opening her legs more for him.
    Now
Dane was more intrigued than ever. He pressed harder and sped up his movement.
    “You
are a bad boy, really…oh yeah.”
    Her
eyes were watering and she had the top of the quilt stuffed in her mouth.   He moved his thumb even faster, hearing her
cry out and seeing cream spill from her.
    “You
better be ready to rock my world right now.”
    Oh
yeah, he was. He reached for the condom, tore it open, and luckily this bigger
size rubber thing glided over his dick with ease. He lifted his now sheathed
cock and slid into her.
    She
was smoldering hot, wet, yet tight, just the way he liked his woman.
    “Hold
on, baby, because it’s more than your world that’s going to be rocked.”

 
     
    Chapter Ten
     
    Could
lovemaking get any better? Just how had Dane learned to bring about such off
the charts orgasms?
    She
lay on her side with his big arms wrapped tightly around her, his cock buried
deep inside her, his lips tickling her earlobe as he thrust so hard he almost
moved her off the bed. In fact, if she hadn’t been safely encased in his arms
she might have easily fallen on the floor. He kissed the side of her neck while
bringing his right hand around her hip, moving it over her mound and downward
until it found her clit. He massaged it as he continued to thrust. A double delight. She closed her eyes, her pussy growing
heavy, her clit growing super sensitive to his touch. Both areas were pulsating
and she wasn’t sure which one would provide her with her climax first.
    He
pressed harder, thrust with more gusto. She grew lightheaded wondering, if a
person could have a stimulus overload. It was almost too much. She never
thought she’d hear herself think that.
    “Dane,
I don’t think I can tolerate the double treat.”
    “Oh
yes you can, baby, and it’s going to be great,” he whispered in her ear.
    She
believed him. She held on, feeling even her legs growing sensitive, her skin
tingling and then kaboom , the double whammy.
    Dane
held her as she shook. She was sure she was seeing fireworks, sparks of light
traveling around the room. She stroked his arms, admiring the muscles that
stood out on his forearms and then heard him moan and pant before a warmth spread through her pussy. He squeezed her extra
tight and kissed the side of her face.
    “See
that wasn’t too much for you,” he said.
    She smiled, glad she had trusted him, because he was right.
That had been the experience of a lifetime. They laid together, him resting his
cheek on hers. Melanie suddenly wondered what Mike would think of Dane. Would
he be happy that she’d finally found someone to be with? Someone
that she felt free to be herself with?
    Yet,
she wasn’t exactly herself. A tear ran down her cheek. They’d taken away her
husband and also any chance she had of ever being normal again. Those bastards . Sometimes she thought about taking her agent up on his suggestion that they
provide her with a gun and let her take shooting lessons so she could defend
herself if the occasion ever arose. She’d practice and practice until she
became as good, if not better, than a sniper, and then she’d lay wait for them.
She’d shoot them but not fatally so she’d have the chance to tell them just
what they’d taken from her and then she’d finish the job. Sometimes she was
shocked at her fantasy. She’d never been a violent or revengeful person, but
that morning had changed all