Brody
Werepandas, I find out, heal abnormally fast. Certain Jim heals clean, we agree on me going back to Southpaw to settle paperwork at work and my rent. Restless, I can’t wait for the transfer papers to pull through. When it does, I can barely contain my excitement.
I pack my boxes, ready to move back to Applewood, to Jim. It’s a tough couple of weeks for us, and we only see each other during the weekends, although sexting and video chatting helps. In my apartment, I take a look around the space. I’m going to miss aspects of Southpaw, but I know I don’t regret moving back home. I already told my friends in university about my transfer, and they all wished me luck in the next chapter of my life.
Looking back, I believe fate has a plan for all of us. If Josh didn’t break up with me, I wouldn’t have considered heading back to Applewood to nurse my wounds, and meet Jim. Recalling the way my friends and I dared each other to cross his property makes me smile now. How childish I’d been. Not that I’m more mature, but Jim’s there to balance the scales.
The doorbell rings, and I take a break from packing my last box. I yank open the door without a second thought.
“Pup, don’t you ever check who’s standing outside? What if I’m another crazy jealous hunter?” A familiar voice growls out before I can say a word.
“Oh don’t be overdramatic.” Then I stare at Jim, not expecting him. I squeal, jumping up and down, fastening my arms around his neck. “You’re here! Oh my God, baby. You don’t know how much I fucking miss you. I miss hearing you lumbering around in the morning. I miss your grumpiness and the way you go crazy for sweets.”
“I miss you too, pup.” Jim grunts, looking embarrassed. “I thought you’d need some help.”
“Oh, did my grumpy bear miss his sexy pup?” I wiggle my eyebrows at Jim, who mutely walks in, with me still plastered to him. He shuts the door behind him, and looks around. I catch his unshaven chin. “Baby, why all business?”
Smirking, I rub myself against Jim, grinding my erection against his. Groaning, Jim clutches me close, and then pauses. “I came here to see how you’re doing, to help you pack.”
I scoff. “No you didn’t. You came here to fuck me. Like me, you’ve been spending nights fucking your hand. Time for the real deal, right?”
I expect Jim to defend himself. Instead, Jim’s eyes gleam, and my honey bear finally discards pretension. “Damn right. I’m going to fuck you here, because the next time I do, it will be at our new home.”
“Our new home, I like the sound of that.” I peel off my shirt, aware of Jim watching me intently. Grinning, I take my time peeling off my jeans and boxers, until I’m standing nude in front of him. I make a little twirl, liking his growl. “You like?”
“You fucking know I do.”
I approach him, and Jim lets me peel off his shirt. I undo the top button of his jeans, and kneel, pulling it halfway down his legs together with his boxers. Jim then threads his hand through my hair. I steal a lick, swiping my tongue over his glistening tip, then glancing at Jim.
“Miss the taste of my dick, pup?”
“Of course.” Another tug on my hair and I open my mouth to receive his straining prick. Bobbing my head up and down, I suck hard, one hand squeezing at his balls, knowing Jim likes that. The groans I wrangle from Jim’s lips make my own member harden.
“Enough, I want to finish in you,” Jim manages, gently prying my head away.
I rise to my feet, and then remember my erotic fantasy the night before. Knowing Jim can easily support my weight I firmly wrap my arms around his neck, and mount him, legs going on either side of his waist. It takes Jim by surprise, but his hands automatically go around my back. Groaning, Jim buries his face into the side of my neck, slamming me against the front door until it rattles.
“The neighbors,” I protest, but it’s a weak one. I’m getting hard just thinking of Jim fucking me against the front door, with anyone outside able to hear us.
“Let them hear,” Jim says, biting at my ear lobe.
“Oh fuck, baby. I like it when you talk dirty.” Unclasping one hand from his neck, I furiously fumble around the pockets of his jeans.
“Front pocket,” Jim says, mouth latching on my neck again, sucking at the salt of my skin with relish.
I chuckle. “My bear’s hungry for some pup.”
“Fucking right, baby.”
Finding the lube in his pocket, I grin. Jim steps out of his jeans and boxers.
“Make yourself ready for me,” Jim commands. He pelts me with kisses, the side of my jaw, my neck, and I shudder, feeling the slightly sharp points of his canines. Will it be today, when Jim finally marks me, and makes me his? “You’re not moving, pup.”
At that, I lube my fingers, cheeks slightly pink when I rub more into my puckered hole. Jim watches me intently, and it makes for a damn hot and erotic sight, Jim observing me fuck my own ass with my fingers.
“Make sure you’re all slick, pup, because we’re going for a wild, rough ride.”
“God, Jim. I love the way you talk.” I slide a finger into my hole, making Jim groan. I become aware of his erection pressing up against my belly, so needy and thick. Sliding a second digit in, I scissor my fingers in my opening for his access. Jim catches my fingers and licks at them, making me blush harder.
“Pup, I like to see you all embarrassed.”
To frustrate him, I rub my bulge against him, not caring how lewd I look.
“Brat,” he says fondly. Gripping my hips, Jim doesn’t wait another second. He hammers his massive cock through my wet hole, making me gasp. He sheaths himself to the hilt, balls touching my ass. Clawing at Jim, I savor the burn, the feel of him in me. I work the muscles of my ass, clenching his steel-hard dick.
“Fuck, pup. So tight,” he hissed.
“For you,” I say wickedly, tightening my legs around his solid mass. I whine. “You promised me a wild ride, bear.”
“I did.” Jim eliminates the need for words then. Holding me tight, Jim begins pounding inside me, rhythm slow at first, making certain I get used to his size. The wood digs into my back deliciously. To muffle my cries, I bite into Jim’s broad shoulder. Faster, harder, Jim thrusts inside me, each motion thickening my cock. Jim undoes me, with every stroke, reminding me I won’t crave for anyone else but him.
Shifting the angle of his hips, Jim slams into me, hitting my sweet spot. I scream then, nails clawing into his skin, marking him as mine. I didn’t know when I started becoming possessive, but it’s a heady, powerful feeling. Jim’s mine, undeniably and irrevocably, and I’m his. Fucking plain and simple.
Jim hits my prostate over and over, one hand slipping between our bodies to hold my cock captive. I moan as he glides his fist up and down. Knowing the pressure in me is about to burst, I plead. “Please, baby. Please.”
“Soon, love.” Jim locks his lips over mine, sealing my scream. He pulls out his dick, and then slips it into my opening again. “Come for me, pup. Now.”
Oh, so fucking perfect.
Head reeling, balls drawn in so tight against my body, I cry out, gripping him tight as strings of my cum coat his chest and belly. At the same time, I feel Jim’s mouth on the side of my neck, unsheathing his canines. In my blissful state, I dimly remember the pain as he sinks his teeth home. Muscles unknotting, Jim rams into my hole one last time, before emptying himself. My wolf and his bear wound together, soul mates, until death do us part.
I gasp when he pulls out, kissing me again. Slumping against Jim, I’m dimly aware of Jim carrying me to my couch, laying me down.
“First-aid kit is in the bathroom,” I remember to say.
Nodding, Jim lumbers to the bathroom and comes back with the kit. “How are you feeling?” Jim asks, kneeling by my side. He begins disinfecting the wound, fumbling for bandages.
“Better than I’ve ever felt in ages.” I give Jim a fierce grin. “My friends are betting when you’ll put your mark on me.”
“Betting?” Jim shakes his head. He looks like an adorable bear, fussing over me. I should get hurt more often, so Jim can play caregiver. Kidding, I’m not doing that to my teddy, because Jim is that—my teddy. Well, technically, my panda, although let’s keep his secret hush hush.
“Did you win at least?” Jim asks, stroking the fresh gauze on the side of my neck, the possessive gesture making me squirm.
“Of course, who else knows my grumpy bear better than me?” I grin, about to sit up, but Jim pushes me gently back, warning look in his eyes.
“You rest. I’ll finish packing.”
“But first, we need to clean up in the shower, right?” I wiggle my eyebrows at Jim suggestively.
Mutely, he nods. “But no sex.”
“Oh that’s what you say now, baby.” We take a shower, and despite his grumpy mutterings, we manage a quickie.
This time, Jim kneels. Powerful muscles of his back straining as he takes my shaft in his mouth. Christ, seeing Jim like this is a sight to see. Glad of the tiled wall behind me, I groan as his mouth wraps around my dick like a hot suction. Jim keeps his gaze on me, savoring every moan and expression, and that makes me grow thicker. I can explode like a horny teenager, but I resist the temptation. Jim draws his mouth from my dick and dives back in, motion not without grace.
“Fuck, Jim.”
Jim rises, placing his hand on my throbbing prick. “Now, pup.”
The sound of his authoritative voice is enough for me to explode, my load coating his fingers. Waves of pleasure assault my body, and through the haze of my languid vision, I notice Jim licking at his wet fingers.
“Better than honey,” he says, making me blush again. We finally shower, and take turns scrubbing each other’s backs and washing each other’s hair.
I moan when his wonderful fingers massage my scalp gently.
“You sound like this, when I’m fucking you,” Jim comments.
This time, I grin. “Can you blame me? I love the feel of your hands anywhere on my body.”
“Damn pup,” he mutters. We take an absurd amount of time in the shower. “Why can’t I get enough of you?”
“I’ll take that as a compliment, grumpy bear,” I reply, blowing him a kiss, which Jim reciprocates with a real one, thrusting heat down my throat. With shaky legs, I let out a laugh as he releases me. “Don’t worry, honey bear. Love works both ways. You do the same to me.”
“Love you too, pup.”
“What was that? I didn’t hear,” I say, unable to help myself.
“I’m not repeating myself.” Jim turns but I grab his shoulder.
“Come on, baby. Let me hear it again. Please?”
That prompts him to mutter another disgruntled, “I love you.”
“Enough, baby.” I teasingly punch his shoulder. My bear gives in to me, no matter how impossible I act. Always.
Once we dress, Jim bids me to sit back down in the living room and make a list of last minute errands. Since he offers to pack, I leave it to him. To my surprise, he’s a neat and efficient packer. Plus, I enjoy the view of his sexy ass in his jeans each time he bends down to pick up a box. Actually, I’m guilty of taking advantage and dropping random things. Jim notices, and we banter a bit, before Jim puts an end to the argument by pulling out my dick. I beg for release, and he gets his apology. We are absolutely perfect for each other, see?
After, I take him out to get lunch, and show him around town. We do silly tourist things, like taking a couple’s photo near Southpaw’s world’s largest sneaker. Then I watch Jim stuff himself with pies, because you know, bears.
It’s late when we head back to the apartment.
“Are you sure you don’t want to stay the night and leave tomorrow?” Jim asks.
I shake my head adamantly. “I want to go back home.”
Conceding, we load all my boxes in the back of Jim’s new truck. I give my surroundings one last look, and nod. Jim offers to drive, and I ride shotgun, grinning.
“I hope you don’t regret your decision, Brody,” Jim says quietly, not starting the engine yet.
I blink at him. “Are you kidding? After all we’ve been through, you’re asking me this again?”
Jim shrugs. “I just want you to be absolutely sure.”
I point to his bite mark on my neck. “Doesn’t this tell you enough?”
Jim lets out a breath, relaxing. “It does. I just needed to ask.”
“We’re in this together now, bear. Now until death do us part, but we don’t have any plans of dying soon, right?”
Jim flashes me a grin. The car engine roars to life, and he steers the car back to Applewood. To home.
The End
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Felicia Fern loves reading and writing erotic romances. A sadist who loves watching her heroes and heroines break their backs trying to earn their happy endings, Fel likes throwing in the occasional dash of the unknown to the usual romantic concoction.
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Shit. His deep and authoritative voice makes me shiver in anticipation. I like this new Trig a lot, in control and confident. Heck, every little action he’s done so far is a new kind of high, and I’m pretty sure he won’t disappoint.
My poor sweet suffering Trig...from now onwards, I swear to be the kind of mate he deserves.
“Wrists,” Trig commands, and I offer him my wrists
Surprisingly, Trig wraps the leather around my wrists snugly, but he makes sure it doesn’t cut my circulation. Nice. It’s clear Trig isn’t new to tying his lovers up. I might know a lot of things about Trig. Secrets and embarrassing stories, but this side, the private bedroom side, we keep to ourselves. I’m about to know Trig on an intimate level, and I sure as hell can’t wait.
Trig takes a step back, taking his time to enjoy the sight of me bound and helpless. Another shudder passes down my spine. Does Trig like what he sees, me splayed open for his access? I certainly do, if my thickening cock is any indication.
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“Can I make it up to you?” I ask, playing nice.
Paul closes the distance between us. He places a hand on my left pectoral, dragging a fingernail down my left nipple, my ribs, abs, then traces the light dusting of hair leading to my shaft. One look and a simple touch from Paul, and I’m starting to become hard. “I have ideas.”
Paul gathers me close, and I nuzzle his neck, breathing in his scent. Everything’s already starting to feel better. I grind my body against Paul, and start exploring every familiar line of his body with my hands. Eventually, I find the hem of his shirt. Impatient, I rip the fabric apart, making him groan. I fumble for the top button of his jeans. In seconds, Paul’s standing nude, his dick rock hard.
Knowing he’s mine, every delicious hard inch of him, it makes me growl. Paul threads fingers into my short hair, and I catch his bottom lip, sucking, biting. I make my way down, leaving heated kisses down the side of his neck. For a moment, my mouth fixates on my mate mark on his neck. I lick and suck, place one gentle kiss, before moving downwards. I go lower, leaving bite marks down the line of Paul’s lean and gorgeous body. Reaching his hard cock, I pull his thighs wide apart.
“Go easy, Trig,” Paul says, voice hoarse, but I can tell he’s lying. Still, I comply, blowing against his glistening tip. He groans, sinking fingers into my hair when I lap at the pre-cum with relish. Using one hand, I apply gentle pressure to his balls, knowing Paul likes that.
“Fuck, baby,” Paul hisses. “I need you in me.”
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“First, show me how hard you are for me, wolf.” Muddy nods to my bottoms.
Swallowing, I peel them down and step out of them. Christ, the way Muddy eyes me stops me cold, and sends my heart fluttering. It’s odd, but I can’t remember the last time I wanted my lover’s approval. Muddy licks his lips, and since he has the nerve, I do the same. Desire surges through me. My wolf longs to mate Muddy’s dragon. To do this dance we’ve performed a thousand times. Wait. That was another odd thought, but again, Muddy makes me lose concentration.
I’m in his arms again, breaths hitching as he pelts kisses down my throat, alternating them with clever little bites, layering pain and pleasure until every muscle in my body is tight. He lowers us to the ground, and my bottom hits the dusty floor. Muddy makes a trail down my pectoral, taking one of my nipples into his mouth. Eyes widening, I cry out as he sinks his teeth. Groaning, I thread fingers into his hair as he closes his mouth on my other nipple, sealing the bud with heat.
“Fucking perfect,” he murmurs.
“What are you doing?” I feel like a dick for asking, but each of his tender motions unsettles me.
“Enjoying myself, and reacquainting myself with your body. Should I stop?” Muddy asks, gazing up at my face. He means every word, I realize. One word from me and all this ends, but I don’t want this to end because I plan to see this, whatever this was, to the finish.
“Don’t stop. Please.” I don’t know why I added the last word, but it makes his eyes sparkle with dark intent, dark promises. I shiver, and he moves downwards, continuing his exploration. Muddy nudges my knees apart, so my curving cock points up to him in offering. His tongue lashes out, licking at the pre-cum, fucking the small slit at the tip.
“God,” I whisper.
“God can’t help you now, wolf,” he says.
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