Santa Paws: BBW Holiday Bear Shifter Romance (Christmas Bear Brothers Book 1) Read Online Free Page B

back, feeling the hard muscles under his skin as he tensed and relaxed, moving to press deeper inside her. Then he stopped: what was wrong?
    “I’ll take it slow,” he said, “and try not to hurt you.” He pressed forward, and then thrust harder, ripping through her innocence. She gasped, her nails digging into his flesh.
    Breathe , she told herself.
    Dermot eased back out of her, and then thrust forward again, his cock rubbing against her inner walls. As the pain subsided, she began to allow herself to enjoy him making love to her. Soon, the only sensations she felt were good ones, his body worshipping hers with each long lunge in and out of her.
    He kissed her neck, along her collarbone, and then moved his body so he could claim her nipple in his mouth. She gasped as he grazed his teeth over it, the hard bud sending wonderful signals to her brain, which heightened her arousal until she felt her orgasm so close she could reach out and touch it.
    Wrapping her legs around him, she urged him on, and he responded, confident now she was enjoying his affections. Harder, faster, he took her. She lifted her hips to meet him with each thrust, wanting to be his equal, to have some part in the pleasure that was unfolding between them.
    Then he lunged forward hard, pressing deep inside her and crying out in pleasure. His cock pulsed inside her, his seed spurting deep into her sex and filling her with the potential of life. Would they conceive a child? She hadn’t given it any thought, and as quickly as the idea came to her, it was swept away by her climax, which crashed into her, making her cry out his name.
    He kissed her, caressed her as she came back down to Earth. They were both utterly spent, their breathing laboured, bodies moist with heat, but mingled in with that was satisfaction. They had found each other and learned they fitted together perfectly.
    Vicky closed her eyes, wanting to savour this moment with him. All the anxiety she had suffered over the last few months melted away. She wanted to stay here with him, cocooned from the world for as long as possible.
    And then her phone rang.
    “It’s OK. Leave it,” she said when he reached to pass her the phone, which was on the nightstand.
    “What if it’s important?” he asked and grabbed it, passing it to her. “I don’t mind, if that's what you're worried about. My brothers are always calling me at the worst possible times.”
    She took it, and looked at the number on the display. Her face flushed red; she couldn’t answer it, not with Dermot there. “It’s OK. No one important,” she said as she let it ring.
    “You sure?” He looked at her, reading her face. She couldn’t look at him, and turned away, putting her phone down.
    “Absolutely. I’ll speak to them when they call back.”
    And right on cue, the phone began to ring again. She held her breath, what should she do?
    “Would you mind giving me a moment while I take it? I’ll tell them I’m busy.”
    “Sure,” he said, slipping out of bed and pulling his pants on. “Coffee?”
    “Yes, please. Milk, no sugar.” She held the phone to her chest, waiting for him to go out of the room before answering it. “Yes?”
    “Vicky, thank goodness,” a worried voice exclaimed.
    “What do you want?” she asked. “I’m busy.”
    “Busy doing what? Do you know what day it is?” the voice asked.
    “Of course I do,” she hissed. “But I told you, I can’t help you.”
    “You at least have to try.”
    “I have tried, but something is wrong.”
    “You could still come, he might be able to help you,” the man’s voice said, a hint of desperation contained in his words.
    “I don’t think anything can help me. I’m sorry, but I have other plans now.”
    “Other plans?” His voice was astonished. “Vicky, stop being the victim here and get yourself to where you know you have to be.”
    “I am where I have to be. I have found my mate, and I am not leaving. You will have to go ahead without