Free Woodsman Werebear by T. S. Joyce

Drew’s wild nature was exposed. Sure, she should probably be terrified right now, but damn, that noise was sexy.
    Her breasts were tingling and aching now, but when Drew cupped one gently, the pain decreased. Dipping down, he pressed his lips on hers, lapping at her closed seam until she opened for him with a groan.
    She rolled her hips, desperate to feel his skin against hers, but Harper was an epic cock shield right now.
    “Holy moly, okay,” she said between biting kisses. “How does this work. My stomach is in the way.”
    Drew chuckled patiently and nibbled at her earlobe before he whispered, “Let me worry about that.”
    He hit the tap behind him and folded her into his arms like she weighed less than air. It happened so fast, her stomach dipped. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she joked, “Thank goodness for your shifter strength.”
    “Stop it. You’re perfect.” Drew stepped out of the tub and toted her into the bedroom, then settled her gently on the bed.
    “I’m all wet and slippery and look like a soggy marshmallow,” she teased. “I’d make a fantastic Beluga whale shifter.”
    Drew knelt down, dragging her by the ankles to the edge of the bed. “I know you have more confidence than that.” He grabbed the curve of her ass cheeks hard. “Tell me this isn’t going to go away after you deliver.”
    “You like big butts?” Yeah, she was setting him up, but his cheeky smile said he wasn’t falling for the game.
    “I’m not finishing that lyric. You have the perfect ass.” Drew dipped down and disappeared under the swell of her stomach. His teeth brushed her inner thigh, drawing gooseflesh from her ankles to pelvis.
    “Oooh,” she groaned out. “More of that.” Please, please, please!
    He kissed the peak of her wet folds and urged her legs wider with a steely grip on the back of her knees. His tongue flicked out and brushed against her clit, bowing her back against the bed. Oh, dear goodness, she was going to come too soon if he wasn’t careful with the clever mouth of his. He sucked on her gently. Danger! Another lick, and she was toeing the edge.
    “Drew,” she gasped out. “I’m…” She was what? Fucking exploding, that was what.
    Drew gripped her ass and pulled her hard against his mouth, slipping his tongue inside of her. A quick pulsing orgasm rocketed through her, and she cried out.
    “Good woman,” Drew murmured. “So sensitive for me.”
    And she was. This was better than any orgasm she’d had while not pregnant. The internet didn’t lie, sa-weet!
    Lights were sparking in the corners of her vision, and her hips jerked as Drew kissed her deeply with each aftershock, drawing every last one from her. He nibbled and sucked his way over the swell of her stomach, and Riley stifled the urge to pull the covers over them. She felt vulnerable after something so intimate and, finally sated from release, her thoughts were clearing. She was exposed, stretch marks and all. Perhaps she hadn’t really thought this through… Oh! Drew clamped his lips over her nipple and sucked gently. That swollen, achy feeling was back as she arched against the mattress and cradled his head. With every stroke of his tongue, the pain lessened, but the pins and needles remained, giving her an erotic mix of pleasure and pain.
    Drew jerked back, wide-eyed as he stared at her chest.
    “What?” she asked, panicked.
    Warmth trickled down her rib cage, and she frowned, then propped up on her elbows. To her mortification, a stream of white made a tiny river around the swell of her stomach and onto the comforter.
    “Oh, no,” she whispered in horror, reaching for the blanket. “I’m so sorry. That’s never happened and—”
    “That’s fuckin’ hot,” Drew said on a breath, dragging his fingertip across the stream to break it. “Stop wiggling around and let me enjoy this. And put that cover down, woman. No hiding from me.”
    “But it’s gross!” She felt like a cow whose udders had gone too