Her Bear Protector by +Doris O'connor
Categories: Erotic Romance, BDSM, Contemporary, Paranormal, Shape-shifter
Word Count: 34,181
Heat Level: SEXTREME
Published By: Siren-BookStrand, Inc.
Book Blurb
From the minute Ronan Bernhard roars into Tina Snowdon’s sleepy village
on his Harley, he inhabits her thoughts and dreams. The inked mountain rescue
biker is a sex-on-legs hunk, and her knickers aren’t the only ones that melt in
a flash at his wicked smile.
Ronan, however, keeps his distance and simply becomes another client of
her cleaning firm, until the morning she turns up and finds his cottage
trashed, and her life is turned upside down.
Bear Shifter Ronan recognises his mate the minute he scents her. Having
her clean for him means he can watch over her from afar, because to claim her
as his mate and sub is out of the question.
As the village protector he has responsibilities he can’t ignore—duties
that will place Tina in grave danger—even if she were able to accept not only
his bear, but also his darker desires. The morning she finds him injured, his
bear takes over…
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Blood rushed in her ears and she yanked at her
restraints, but it was useless.
“Sir?” She hated the wobble in her voice, but where
was he?
“I’m right here, babe. I can see you, and let me
tell you, the sight of you bound and naked to do with as I please makes me so
damn hard. I might have to jack off to make this last.”
Tina moaned at the mental images that brought to
mind, and Ronan chuckled. The bed dipped again and he ran his hands up and down
her arms and over her breasts. He rolled her nipples between his fingers and
pulled. Tina gasped and arched her back into his touch. Every roll and pluck
made her pussy clench, and she couldn’t help her moan of need.
“Yes, you like that, don’t you? Such sensitive
nipples. I wonder what you will make of these.” Something cold touched her
nipples, to be replaced by his mouth. Ronan suckled hard and then attached
something to her hard peak. Tina went rigid when he tightened the tension.
“Sir, please, that hurts.”
He stopped whatever it was he was doing immediately
and some of the pressure on her nipple eased.
“Color?”
“Yellow.” She squirmed to try and get away from the
tight feeling around her nipple and he loosened it further, until she could
breathe easily again.
“How about now, babe?”
It was on the tip of her tongue to cry yellow again,
if not red, but actually there was no need. It felt strange, but it didn’t hurt
anymore, and she took a deep breath and murmured, “Green, Sir.”
“Good girl.” The obvious approval in his deep voice
sent waves of heated arousal across her skin. She would just about do anything
to please him, she realized with a start.
His mouth closed around her other nipple and she
squirmed anew as he suckled that nub until it felt hugely distended. Tina
clenched her thighs together to relieve the ache in her pussy, and he blew
across her nipple. It felt cold against her slick skin, and this time when he
clamped whatever it was on that side, she welcomed the slight pinch. He
adjusted it to just the right pressure and Tina slipped a little deeper into the
sensations assaulting her.
“If only you could see yourself, babe. Those are
nipple clamps, linked by a chain, and if I do this…” Something tugged at her
nipples at the same time, and Tina arched her back and moaned. Oh lord, that
felt way too good. Tiny shards of pain skittered from her nipples in an
invisible line to her clit, and she panted her arousal.
Ronan’s chuckle sunk into her consciousness like
molten chocolate, and his next words sent her on fire.
“You look so fucking sexy, babe. I’ve got my cock in
my hand and I’m stroking it for you. My fingers are wet with my pre-cum. Here,
taste what you do to me.”
He ran his fingers along the seam of her mouth, and
Tina opened eagerly. His unique salty musk exploded on her taste buds, and she
sucked the digits further into her mouth. Ronan groaned, the bed dipped, and
she needed no encouragement to open her legs wide. Instead of taking her
however like she expected him to do, something cold hit the inside of her thigh
and she yelped in surprise. He withdrew his fingers and surprise turned into a
moan when that thing started to vibrate and Ronan held it right over her clit.
Pleasure surged and her hips bucked upward to get closer to those delicious
vibrations. Her orgasm build in ever tighter circles, and just as she was about
to fly off that cliff, the vibrations stopped.
Tina yanked at her restraints and swore.
“Fuck, noooooo, damn it.”
A swat to her thigh was her reward, and Ronan’s
voice held an edge of steel.
“Such foul language from my girl. I think she needs
something else to occupy that mouth.”
Before she could even grasp his intentions, the bed
dipped next to her head, and he hooked his finger into her mouth to force it
open. His scent enveloped her when he pushed his cock past her lips, and Tina
eagerly opened wider.
Her scalp stung, as Ronan wrapped his hands into her
hair and fucked her mouth. It took mere moments for his cock to pulse and for
the first drops of his cum to hit the back of her throat.
Tina swallowed, but Ronan pulled out and the hot
splashes of his seed hit her breasts instead. Ronan’s bear roared with so much
intensity the bed shook, and Tina’s stomach clenched in need. Fire raced
through her veins, and then Ronan kissed her with so much heated intensity it
left her in no doubt of his feelings. He kissed a path along her jaw and down
her neck, where he suckled the sensitive skin with enough force to leave a
hickey.
“You look so fucking hot dripping in my cum. You’re mine, Tina, and I want everyone to know that.”
The growled words sent her pussy into spasms, and when he clicked the vibrator
back on, Tina screamed as her orgasm raced through her.
Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris... at least that's what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.
There is always something better to do after all, like
working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more
than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend
to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris
burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and
quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.
She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving
alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From
contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are
guaranteed.
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