Claimed By The Military Bear: BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance Standalone (Paranormal Shifter Romance, BBW Shifter Romance, WereBear Romance) by Alicia Wild Page B
Authors: Alicia Wild
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and chart kisses against his skin once again.
She felt his lips beneath her, felt him take her affection in frozen silence before he was breathing again and holding her close.
“You’re not…” he began, “You’re not scared of me?”
“Idiot,” Melissa laughed, sniffing back hard as she met his lips with hers again and again.
“Why would I be scared of the man who saved me?”
His grip on her skin tightened, flushed her tight against his chest in a desperate hold that nearly took her breath away.
The following kiss he slammed against her mouth did, and they both fought for air as their bodies collided with need.
Pain burned against her stomach and Melissa let out a sharp hiss when he pressed too tight.
Instantly, Barrett was pulling away, his eyes trailing down her naked skin and finding the bruises the fight had left over her.
“You’re hurt,” he said, worried.
“I’m fine… I’m fine now.”
She shook her head before taking his face within her palms. Her mother’s ring was pressed tight between their skin and Melissa could feel warmth even in the harsh cold.
“I’m sorry I ran… I’m sorry.”
Barrett was shaking his head.
“No.”
He denied.
“This was all my fault. You wouldn’t have gotten hurt if I had just kept my promise.”
“I don’t care about that anymore,” Melissa insisted.
“I don’t. Because you’re here. You protected me. You kept me safe. You’re a good man, Barrett.”
“But I’m not a man, Melissa…didn’t you see?”
He nearly pulled away. “I’m a monster. I nearly hurt you.”
“But you didn’t,” she insisted.
“I may be naïve, but I know ‘good’ when I see it. I know you. The only monsters are the men who hurt me. I don’t see a monster… the man I love isn’t a monster.”
Her confession shocked him, it even shocked her.
But before she could even think about backpedaling, Barrett was crushing her against him, mindful of her injuries but desperate.
His lips rammed against hers, filling her with warmth and the desire to be closer to him.
“Let’s go home,” she murmured against his lips.
He smiled against her mouth.
“Let’s go home.”
He agreed before gently lifting her in his arms and pulling her through the gnarling trees around them.
--
His touch was gentle beneath the warmth of the fire, and each sweet caress made Melissa shiver with anticipation.
His lips trailed over her skin, finding the bruises around her body and giving them special attention with healing ointments and careful massaging.
Melissa stroked her fingers through his hair, watched him with a full heart as he dressed her wounds and kissed her pain away.
Gingerly, he brought her to his room, laying her over the mattress before following her curves with hungry eyes.
Melissa squirmed beneath his gaze, feeling hot and desirable as he stared.
“You’re beautiful,” he said with a smile.
“You’re amazing,” she replied with a grin.
He rolled his eyes, but his smile never wavered as he ducked down to press a reverent kiss to her navel.
Melissa shivered at his touch, felt each bit of skin stand to attention and react harshly at his breath fanning over her, his gaze piercing her.
“Thank you,” he breathed before meeting his lips against one of her breasts.
She trembled, her hands fluttering against his muscles, her legs parting for him.
“For what?” She hummed, curious.
He bent down and gathered her lips into his own.
“For saving my life,” he said and Melissa felt her heart fill again with joy.
He shifted, pushing his hips against hers and reconnecting them deliciously.
He was hard and hot within her, throbbing with desire and making her moan in pleasure.
“I love you, Melissa.”
“I love you, Barrett.”
He pulled back before pressing back down and Melissa let out a keen moan through her lips, feeling it become swallowed by his lips. He thrust back, rocking her body with delicious waves of ecstasy and tender love.
The
She felt his lips beneath her, felt him take her affection in frozen silence before he was breathing again and holding her close.
“You’re not…” he began, “You’re not scared of me?”
“Idiot,” Melissa laughed, sniffing back hard as she met his lips with hers again and again.
“Why would I be scared of the man who saved me?”
His grip on her skin tightened, flushed her tight against his chest in a desperate hold that nearly took her breath away.
The following kiss he slammed against her mouth did, and they both fought for air as their bodies collided with need.
Pain burned against her stomach and Melissa let out a sharp hiss when he pressed too tight.
Instantly, Barrett was pulling away, his eyes trailing down her naked skin and finding the bruises the fight had left over her.
“You’re hurt,” he said, worried.
“I’m fine… I’m fine now.”
She shook her head before taking his face within her palms. Her mother’s ring was pressed tight between their skin and Melissa could feel warmth even in the harsh cold.
“I’m sorry I ran… I’m sorry.”
Barrett was shaking his head.
“No.”
He denied.
“This was all my fault. You wouldn’t have gotten hurt if I had just kept my promise.”
“I don’t care about that anymore,” Melissa insisted.
“I don’t. Because you’re here. You protected me. You kept me safe. You’re a good man, Barrett.”
“But I’m not a man, Melissa…didn’t you see?”
He nearly pulled away. “I’m a monster. I nearly hurt you.”
“But you didn’t,” she insisted.
“I may be naïve, but I know ‘good’ when I see it. I know you. The only monsters are the men who hurt me. I don’t see a monster… the man I love isn’t a monster.”
Her confession shocked him, it even shocked her.
But before she could even think about backpedaling, Barrett was crushing her against him, mindful of her injuries but desperate.
His lips rammed against hers, filling her with warmth and the desire to be closer to him.
“Let’s go home,” she murmured against his lips.
He smiled against her mouth.
“Let’s go home.”
He agreed before gently lifting her in his arms and pulling her through the gnarling trees around them.
--
His touch was gentle beneath the warmth of the fire, and each sweet caress made Melissa shiver with anticipation.
His lips trailed over her skin, finding the bruises around her body and giving them special attention with healing ointments and careful massaging.
Melissa stroked her fingers through his hair, watched him with a full heart as he dressed her wounds and kissed her pain away.
Gingerly, he brought her to his room, laying her over the mattress before following her curves with hungry eyes.
Melissa squirmed beneath his gaze, feeling hot and desirable as he stared.
“You’re beautiful,” he said with a smile.
“You’re amazing,” she replied with a grin.
He rolled his eyes, but his smile never wavered as he ducked down to press a reverent kiss to her navel.
Melissa shivered at his touch, felt each bit of skin stand to attention and react harshly at his breath fanning over her, his gaze piercing her.
“Thank you,” he breathed before meeting his lips against one of her breasts.
She trembled, her hands fluttering against his muscles, her legs parting for him.
“For what?” She hummed, curious.
He bent down and gathered her lips into his own.
“For saving my life,” he said and Melissa felt her heart fill again with joy.
He shifted, pushing his hips against hers and reconnecting them deliciously.
He was hard and hot within her, throbbing with desire and making her moan in pleasure.
“I love you, Melissa.”
“I love you, Barrett.”
He pulled back before pressing back down and Melissa let out a keen moan through her lips, feeling it become swallowed by his lips. He thrust back, rocking her body with delicious waves of ecstasy and tender love.
The
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