Free Romance: Stranded With The Alpha Bear: BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance (Werebear, BBW, Bear Shifter Romance) (Sweet Shifters Book 1) by Ashley Hunter

lust. “Maybe we should go upstairs?”
    “Great idea,” he responded.
    We both stood quickly to continue in the bedroom. He yelped in pain and held his side.
    “Oh my God, are you okay?” I rushed forward to him.
    “I’m fine, I’m fine,” he said, still holding his side.
    We looked at each other and laughed, easing the fear from the howl. He looked me up and down slowly and smiled. I smiled too, enjoying him admire my body. I stripped off my pants slowly, letting him take everything in.
    I curled my fingers in my g-string, “Should I take these off too?”
    “Yes,” he nodded adamantly. “Please, please do that.”
    “Will you carry me upstairs?”
    “I’ll do anything you want.”
    “Take off your pants. I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
    He grinned, his handsome face lighting up. He slipped out of his pants slowly, then looked back up at me. I slid off my panties, paying attention to each curve of my thighs. He watched every move I made, his lips slightly parted.
    “Is this okay?” I asked.
    “You are perfect,” he replied, taking me up in his arms and kissing me hard. “I’ll admit, it might be kind of hard to walk up the stairs right now. I’m a little excited.”
    I laughed, “I can just walk, it’s not…”
    He picked me up, moving quickly upstairs. I felt like a princess being whisked away by her handsome prince - a weightless Cinderella about to be taken away from her humdrum life to a happy kingdom right at the edge of the woods.
     

 
     
     
    X.
     
    “It seems you very capably could’ve carried me up the stairs our first night together,” I said as he kicked open his door. “You’re even strong enough to kick open your door.”
    “I think it was already slightly open,” he chuckled. “But yes, I could’ve carried you up. I was just afraid if I did, I might… ravish you.”
    “Ravish me? Are we in a historical romance novel?”
    He laid me down on the bed and positioned himself between my legs. “Maybe we are. Tall, dark, and handsome hero with a winsome, beautiful damsel in distress. It sounds pretty romantic to me.”
    “I’m not exactly ‘winsome,’ Christian.”
    “Shhh. Romance is happening right now.”
    I laughed as he kissed down my neck. His lips kissed down my clavicle to the center of my chest. Then as he cupped my breast, he took my nipple into his mouth and sucked on it tenderly. His tongue circled around it, making my legs shiver. His hard member rubbed against my clit as he moved to my other nipple. I felt electric, like every circuit within me has lit up like a city skyline.
    He pulled away from my breasts and rose to my face again, looking deeply into my eyes, “Are you sure you want to do this?”
    “I am absolutely sure,” I answered. “Please just kiss me.”
    “Gladly.”
    He leaned in and kissed me, his lips still wet from sucking on my nipples. His kiss made me feel even more tingly and warm. He parted my lips with his tongue and explored my mouth, making me want him even more. I arched into him, hoping that would send the message. I’ve never felt so aroused.
    “We’ll take it slow,” he whispered. “I’ll be gentle.”
    “Yes,” I replied, finding nothing else to say.
    He chuckled before locking our lips together once more. He finally entered me, but only the tip. I took another intake of breath, wanting more of him but too breathless to tell him. He worked himself in and out slowly, each time entering a little further and driving me crazy. When he fully entered, a little pain rocked through me, but it mixed with the new feeling of pleasure I never imagined.
    He kept moving slowly, responding to my body’s every need. His hand stayed under my head as his hips moved in and out. His other hand made paths across my skin, making me feel more like a woman than I ever had. My mom told me once that she knew my dad was the man for her because he made her feel like the most feminine, beautiful woman with just one touch. Of