Fearless Bond (Bears of Beauville #1)

Chapter 9

9

CALVIN

I was naked, lying on something soft but damp. A towel?

A delicious scent surrounded me, numbing my mind. I tried to think around it, but it was difficult.

I was warm and happy… and wet. The dampness under me was coming from my ass. Liquid was trickling out of me.

But it didn’t bother me.

I remembered this horrible empty feeling, a torturous ache in my middle, but now I was content. Had that been a nightmare?

Slowly, I blinked awake.

Dark eyes, frowning eyebrows, a thick, scruffy beard.

Barclay was staring at me, his face inches away from mine. His hand cupped my jaw, thumb stroking my cheek and the corner of my mouth.

“Hi.”

The memories came rushing back.

I’d been a total slut. I’d waved my ass at him and begged him until he fucked me on the floor just outside his bedroom door. I pleaded with him to come inside me.

I cringed, my heart pounding against my ribs. Scrambling away, I took the comforter with me, trying to cover myself. What must he think of me?

“It’s okay. Shh. It’s okay. You’re in heat, Calvin. But it’s okay.”

Heat.

My face burned with a fierce blush.

I remembered the need. I accosted him in the hallway and went down on him without asking. I all but attacked his cock. Big, beautiful cock. When I had it in my mouth, fat and hard and warm, I couldn’t bear the emptiness any longer.

Then he’d filled me, and it had been so good. Insanely good.

His huge dick looked scary, but when he pushed it inside me, my body sucked it in. And I’d been so happy when we came together.

The memory of my distorted stomach, full of his knot, made me shiver.

It was a nice shiver, though.

Energy pulsed in my veins.

The scary mountain man had knotted me. He’d spilled his cum in me and soothed the horrendous ache. When I fell asleep in his lap, full of him, I’d been delirious with happiness. I recalled I’d stroked my stomach, thinking of his seed and what it could mean…

“Am I pregnant?” was what came out of my mouth.

Barclay smiled softly. “Unlikely. I knotted you but didn’t breed you.”

“Oh.”

He’d been deep. He’d filled me to the brim. Surely that meant… But he hadn’t breached the mouth to my womb.

I put my hand on my belly. Empty.

Was I disappointed? That couldn’t be right.

Carefully, like approaching a wild deer, Barclay took my hand in his.

“How do you feel?”

I assessed my body. I felt okay. Maybe aroused? Maybe he could let me suck his cock? I wanted to touch it again. Just to make sure it was real. How would his cum taste?

I was going crazy.

My libido had always been a sluggish, unreliable thing, but now it bounced all over the place.

“Calvin? Are you okay?”

I couldn’t ask him to offer me his cock to suck again. That would be nuts.

“I’m hungry,” I blurted. It was true.

Barclay chuckled. Then he leaned closer and pressed the sweetest kiss on my nose.

“I’ll make you pancakes. Do you like pancakes?”

I nodded.

He was so handsome. When he rolled off the bed, I tried to get a glimpse of his groin.

There .

Even soft, his cock looked plump and heavy. I stopped myself from reaching for it, but barely. Barclay dragged a pair of pajama pants up his strong, hairy legs.

“You can use the shower if you want.”

That was probably a good idea.

The water washed away the scent of sex. My mind cleared, and shame niggled at me as I rinsed my crease and felt around my swollen rim. I’d sucked and ridden his cock like a nympho. It made my belly bulge, which should have hurt like hell, but it only made me come my brains out. The things I’d said… I braced myself for a breakdown. This was usually how it began—me feeling stupid or guilty or ashamed.

But it didn’t come.

Flummoxed by my own relative calm, I dried myself and put on a hoodie and sweats Barclay had lent me. As I dressed, I noticed a wobbly feeling in my legs and hips. My muscles were so relaxed that I couldn’t use them properly.

When I walked, I had to move slowly, like a drunk. It was most definitely a heat, an intense one. At least it explained my sluttiness.

Blushing and fiddling with the hem of the oversized hoodie, I met Barclay in the kitchen.

He eyed me up and down and cleared his throat. “Coffee?”

“I’m sorry.”

“What for?”

“I…”

He raised his eyebrows, waiting for me to get it out.

“It’s your scent… It’s making me… Ugh. I’m not normally like this.”

“You’re in heat. It’s okay. Your scent is affecting me too.”

“I apologize for attacking you like that last night.”

The corner of his mouth lifted in an adorable, soft half-smile. Wow . He was gorgeous when he smiled. I stared at him dreamily, my head empty. Why did I have to wait for another heat wave before he fucked me again? “You didn’t attack me, Calvin. We had heat sex together, and it was amazing. I hope you enjoyed it too. It seemed like you did.”

I bit my lip and managed a jerky nod. I didn’t know this man at all. How come I wanted to throw myself into his arms and cling to him with all my might?

He rested the whisk on the edge of the mixing bowl and stepped closer. When he opened his arms, I swayed forward on instinct.

Then he gave me the warmest, coziest bear hug. The pelt on his chest smelled like paradise. I inhaled, sparks going off in my mind. He stroked my back and kissed the top of my head.

I didn’t want to let go. I only wanted more of him. My mouth flooded with saliva, and my stomach clenched with hunger.

“Please, let me suck you. I need it.”

He let out a soft groan. “Whatever you want, sweetheart.”

The shame became just a dull noise in the back of my mind as I got to my knees and freed his cock.

Heavy and huge. Incredible. He hardened in my hands, bulging head peeking from the foreskin. I licked his slit.

The taste!

Then I felt him on the back of my tongue, my lips stretched and jaw aching, and the frantic need abated, turning into a low hum of arousal and contentment.

I stroked him with both hands, listening to his rumbling groans. So thick. The corners of my mouth felt like they would split, but I only wanted to take him deeper.

When I gagged, pleasure spilled around my middle. Tears leaked from the corners of my eyes, but I sucked harder.

“Oh, Calvin…”

He made a growly, sexy noise, and creamy liquid filled my mouth. Holy hell! That was delicious. I swallowed just in time for another mouthful. So much cum. And more. Yes… I hummed happily when he spurted again.

The taste of his cum soothed my need. I gulped it down, all of it, and suckled on his cockhead, teasing a few last drops from his slit. There. That was what I needed. His cum was in my belly now, and I was content. I realized I was smiling, rubbing my lips and cheek against his erection.

He tugged me up and cupped my face with his large, calloused hands. His eyes shone with gold when he leaned closer.

A kiss.

We hadn’t done that yet.

He’d knotted me, and I’d sucked him off, but this was the first time we’d kissed.

I could still taste his cum. Wouldn’t he mind that…? Oh . He coaxed my lips apart and thrust his tongue into my mouth… Mmm . He moved his hands down my body, and my wobbly knees got even weaker. I wasn’t worried, not at all. He held me; he was in me and all around me, and I could let go. If my legs gave up, he’d hold me steady. I got lost in the kiss, in the warmth and sensual dance of his tongue around mine. When he moved away, I felt as if I woke up from a dream.

A lovely, enchanting dream.

I’d never imagined that a simple kiss could feel like that. Right then, I couldn’t remember any other kiss I’d ever received. Barclay had erased them all.

“You’re amazing,” he murmured against my mouth. His soft beard caressed my face.

Was I ashamed? Not enough to regret anything.

“I need to feed you now,” he rasped and squeezed my ass cheeks.

My stomach felt pleasantly full already. Full of cum. Mmm. “Second course?”

He guffawed, and I grinned back.

Who was this new me? I asked a man for sex, blew him, ate his cum, and loved it. I joked about it as if I were experienced and confident, which I most definitely wasn’t. I was a wreck on my best days; just not around Barclay, it seemed.

He held my gaze, his brown eyes tender. “Calvin,” he murmured.

“Yes?” Wow, I was eager to please this man.

“We should talk, okay?”

Oh . “Um. I guess.” Or we could have more sex. But I didn’t say that. The heat must have impaired my thinking. Yes, we should talk. We’d just met, and he’d knotted me. “Can we eat first? And coffee. I can’t seem to think.”

His forehead creased with worry. I didn’t like that. I lifted my hand and brushed my fingers along the lines above his eyebrows.

“Food first,” he agreed. “But then we must talk.”

“Sure.”

The peck on my nose was the cutest thing ever.

I liked Barclay. I liked him a lot.

He stepped away and pressed a button on the coffee machine. I realized my hand was under my hoodie, and I was stroking my belly absentmindedly. His cum was in there.

Good.

It had been a solid plan. Coffee and food, then talk. Barclay even opened the kitchen window for half a minute to get some fresh air in, even though it was freezing outside. We needed that to be able to think.

Except I ate two pancakes, took two gulps of coffee, and felt hot all over. I downed the glass of water Barclay had given me.

Still too hot. “Can we open the window again?” I asked.

Barclay stood but froze, staring at me.

A gush of liquid pooled under my ass. Thick, warm slick. A gallon of it.

Then my insides clenched tight, and I groaned.

“Calvin?”

“Another.”

“What?”

“A heat wave.”

I wanted to get to Barclay, but I couldn’t walk. I slid off the chair and onto the floor. On my knees, I looked up at him just as another cramp squeezed my middle.

“We need to talk, dammit,” Barclay muttered as scooped me up. He carried me in his arms, his lips against my temple. I clutched his neck. I was so empty! The slick kept leaking out of me.

“I have so much to tell you.”

“Can’t. Need you.”

As soon as my back touched the mattress, I began pulling on my clothes. I needed them off. The noises I made were terribly animalistic, but I didn’t care.

Barclay was already naked. His big cock pointed right at me. It swayed as he knelt on the bed.

I grabbed my legs under my knees and lifted my hips, folding myself in half.

“Fuck me. I need it deep.”

“God almighty. Look at you. Your hole… Fuck!”

He bent over, and his lips closed around my pucker. His soft tongue slid inside me.

It was too little, too gentle. But his groan sent vibrations through my torso.

He sucked and gulped.

“Sweet like honey.”

Then he was on me, surrounding me from all sides, all bulging muscles and soft, thick body hair. His cockhead pressed against my hole, and my body yielded even as a part of me doubted it was possible.

Finally, the stretch. Fullness. Deeper. And deeper. My organs were pushed aside to make space for him.

When his cockhead nestled in my belly, I found relief. The orgasm spilled from my center, a slow wave of the sweetest, most exquisite pleasure, and I cried out victoriously.

He cradled my head in his hands, and his lips pressed against mine. I opened my mouth and sucked his tongue in. Could I get more of him?

His cockhead was making love to my closed womb, feeding my never-ending climax, and I imagined him breaching that barrier.

I wanted that.

His cum. All the way in my womb.

He’d get me pregnant! I shouldn’t want that!

And yet…

Get me pregnant .

My brain seemed to wrap itself all around that idea. My womb was closed, but Barclay’s cock would fuck that barrier open. He’d stretch that hidden opening, make space for himself, and reach all the way into my womb. He’d come, yelling my name, and his seed would flood my insides, fill me to the brim, seep into me, take root…

I need my womb to open. I need his cum in there.

I pushed with my ass, straining to meet his thrusts. His cockhead was right there, hitting that spot. Again. Again. Again.

Oh please, fuck me open!

Barclay sped up, growling, and my orgasm grew tenfold. My head emptied out except for that one urge…

Come in me. Need your cum.

I need it deeper. Fuck me open.

Come in me.

Breed me.

Breed me.

Breed me!

Then his knot grew, and the world exploded with colors.

My post-orgasmic fog cleared. I had no idea how much time had passed, but I was still full of Barclay’s knot, my stretched hole tingling in the most delightful way ever. I lay on his chest, straddling his lap, his furry pec like a pillow under my head.

It occurred to me I could make myself come again with his cockhead somewhere in my core, but I couldn’t move a muscle. My arms and legs weighed a ton each.

Barclay stroked my back and ass. I was in love with those enormous, rough hands.

“How are you, sleepyhead?”

I hummed. I was in heaven. “Good.”

He ran his fingers through my spread crease and along my rim. Mmm. I was stuffed like a freaking turkey. Did he breed me?

I bore down, my muscles protesting. A twinge in my womb made me groan.

Barclay hugged me tight.

“Shh. It’s okay. You need to rest.”

“Did you breed me?” I whispered.

“No. You’re okay. It’s okay.”

It wasn’t. I’d wanted him to do it. Now I would have to wait until the next wave. I clenched my ass around the huge hardness and sighed. He felt so nice in me and all around me. Soon, another wave would come, he’d breed me, and then I’d feel even better.

A weak voice from some hidden corner of my mind protested the notion, but as I breathed in the delicious scent from Barclay’s chest, it quieted.

He’d brought me so much pleasure already. If I got him even deeper, got his cum into my womb, it would be paradise. I just knew.

“It boggles my mind,” he whispered. “How are you doing it? You’re so little. So fragile. But then I put my dick inside you and…” He blew out a heavy breath, his chest moving under me. “Fuck, Calvin. You’re incredible. You feel so good around my knot.”

“It’s amazing,” I mumbled. “Want to stay like this forever.”

Maybe he didn’t have to pull out. We could wait like this for another heat wave, and then he’d just push into my womb and breed me.

I’d be pregnant with this man’s child. That should be scary. I shouldn’t want that.

Except I did. With every cell of my being.

He pressed a kiss to my hair and lingered. His hot breath warmed my scalp.

“My sweetheart.”

He let the endearment hang in the air. I wondered if he wanted to say something more, but I was too sleepy to ask.

Questions could wait.