Her Bah Humbug Bear (A BBW Paranormal Holiday Romance) by Marie Mason

him inside her. He was so big she knew the pleasure would border on pain until she grew accustomed to his size.
    “Mercy.” The command in her name had her slipping off the coat she still wore and tossing it aside. Next, she sat down on the edge of the bed, bending over to unzip her boots. While she had dressed to please him this morning, she hadn’t really believed the day would end with her stripping for him. But, she was glad she’d dressed in thigh high tights and lacy underwear. Once her boots were off, she stood again, reaching behind for the zipper on her dress. Now was the moment of truth. Soon he would see her heaving breasts, the soft flesh around her middle, the abundance of her hips and thighs. Her… pussy. Slowly, she lowered the zipper, pushing the sleeves from her shoulders, then over her chest and past her hips. The red fabric pooled at her feet and she stood there before him, completely vulnerable.
    His hands fell to his sides and his hands clenched into two big fists. She saw his chest heaving under the deep breaths he was taking.
    Oh, please, she prayed silently. Please let him still want her. She was under no illusions as to what this was. A night to lose themselves in each other. To forget their pasts, their futures, even the present. To simply… love, however they could.
    She shivered when Dirk stepped forward and pushed her hair to the side, scraping his teeth across the place where her shoulder met her neck and nipping at her skin. She knew it was probably just instinct for the bear to do so when it had a female in its arms. She knew what happened between shifters when they found their mates. The male would mark the female who would carry the sign forever, warning away any other male. Heaven help her, she thought, closing her eyes. She wanted that. But no, she reasoned with herself. She wasn’t this bear’s mate. She was just a human who had fallen in love with the wrong man.
    He kissed her neck, then moved his lips to the valley between her breasts. He cupped them with his callused hands, his thumbs circling the hard nubs of her nipples beneath the satin of her bra. “Beautiful,” he whispered before he closed his mouth over the aching tip, fabric and all.
    She arched into the velvet heat, moving her hands to his hard shoulders. His muscles were coiled tight, his breathing labored and she knew he wanted this as much as she did. Her inhibitions slowly started to fade. She pushed her breasts into his mouth, urging him to take more, do more.
    Her action forced a groan from his throat and she gloried in the raw power that seemed to flow between them. Him to her, her to him. They were both in control, yet they were both at the mercy of the other.
    With another growl that sent moisture flooding her pussy, he tore the clasp of her bra apart and pushed the cups aside, kneading the heated flesh with a hard, desperate touch. His fingers plucked the nipples until they were standing ripe and ready. Ready for him.
    He flicked one hard with his finger before closing his mouth over the other. She gasped as she felt the touch of his teeth on the thick round bud, closing around it, then biting down. Not a light, playful touch, but one that showed her he meant business. That he was so hungry for her, that he was being driven by the need to taste her. To have her.
    “Touch me, baby,” he groaned against her skin.
    Mercy happily obliged and closed her hand over his heated length. Her fingers wouldn’t meet around his girth so she used both hands to stroke him up and down. The move pressed her breasts together and he growled in approval. Soon his mouth was working both nipples, licking, biting and sucking at the tender flesh.
    When his hand cupped the slick flesh between her legs, she cried out.
    “So wet, so damn wet.” An arm of steel closed around her back and he pulled her closer, trapping her hands between them, but with enough room that she could still pump her hands up and down his cock.
    His fingers