Free Alpha Unmasked: BBW Bear Shifter Romance (Greenwood Shifters Book 1) by S.A. Ravel

I’m not so sure.”
    She shook her head to clear away the addicting vibrations his touch sent through her. “How romantic! You make it sound like it’s just hormones.”
    “It’s so much more, Rachel.” He sat higher on his knees and slid his lips along her jaw. Her body melted against him. “Tell me you feel it, too.”
    As he moved closer, Rachel became aware of his immense build. He loomed over her, and she felt tiny by comparison. It should have scared her, but she knew he would die before he let anyone hurt her. She wrapped her arms around him, and her breath came in ragged gasps. He was asking her to abandon everything she’d ever known, to accept not only his world, but also him. This wasn’t a one-night stand or awkward first date. This was monsters and love and nothing she’d ever thought she’d feel. It was destiny.
    He held her there for the longest time. The seconds ticked by in Rachel’s mind. What happened next was her decision.
    “I feel it too,” she whispered.
    Dirk leaned forward to claim her lips. The kiss was sweet, at first, but then grew hotter, more insistent. He swept her from the chair into his lap, without breaking the kiss.
    “You’re hurt,” she gasped into his parted lips.
    “I’m fine. Almost healed.” He kissed her again. All words disappeared from her mind as he lifted her and laid her against the bed.
    He was right, of course. She’d watched the jagged claw marks stitch themselves together. Watched as each turn of his body in the depths of sleep shed flecks of dried blood. By morning, all evidence of the brawl with Cass would have disappeared.
    Dirk snaked his hand to cradle her neck and rained kisses down on her. Her hands slid along his muscular back. Her caressing fingers stopped to slide against every thin scratch. He’d spent most of the night shirtless in one form or another, but Rachel couldn’t remember seeing any scars. Another reason not to trust her eyes.
    His firm hands pushed the paper-thin T-shirt over her belly. His hot tongue replaced the flimsy fabric. She moaned at the contact, and he slid his finger into her mouth. Rachel caressed the probing finger with her tongue. His kisses moved down her soft belly as his free hand snaked into her bra to caress her full breasts.
    Then suddenly he was gone. Her eyes flew open in confusion, only to see him staring down at her, one hand working at the button of her jeans.
    “You can stop this now,” he whispered, his breath ragged, his hazel eyes, always so calm, now burned with his desire for her.
    Rachel never thought of herself as ugly, but under his loving gaze, she felt beautiful. Powerful in a way that she never had before.
    “I don’t want to stop you.” She pulled him closer.
    He leaned down and claimed her lips once more. The button gave way and he slid his hand over her slick folds.
    She gasped in pleasure, the motion granting him access to her mouth, and he caressed her tongue with his. He slid his body alongside hers, wrapping himself around her like a blanket and leaving a trail of kisses along her neck. Rachel writhed under his touch. She hadn’t been touched like this in longer than she could remember, and she didn’t know how long she could stand it.
    Dirk’s lips kissed a path over her breasts, stopping to take one firm nipple into his mouth as his fingers slid into her. She closed her eyes and let the gentle throb of pleasure wash over her. Some part of her was aware when his free hand slid the stiff material of her jeans away, only for the exposed flesh to be covered in a flurry of kisses and caresses.
    He moved between her thighs, tickling the sensitive flesh there with the stubble of his beard. Then she felt his rough, wet tongue brush against her. She gripped the threadbare sheets, as he tasted her, her hips rising to meet his soft tongue and probing fingers.
    “Dirk,” she moaned as she threaded her fingers through his scruffy hair. She opened her eyes and looked down at him. His