Bear's Beauty (MF)

A Christmas Realm Tale 2

Evernight Publishing

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 29,640
1 Ratings (5.0)

A rare mix between a pixie and a human, Melody Beacon is not your ordinary woman. Challenged all her life for not being one or the other, she considers herself unlovable. So when Magnus Koldklaw tries to seduce her, she can’t help but think he’s mocking her. After all, why would a man like him want to be with a woman like her?

One look at Melody Beacon was all it took for bear shifter Magnus Koldklaw to decide he wanted her. One whiff of her scent, and he’s certain she’s his mate.

Unfortunately, Melody doesn’t seem to feel the same way. However, when they’re forced to work together on a secret project for Santa, they are irrevocably drawn to each other. And when Magnus discovers it’s her insecurities keeping them apart, he becomes determined to show her she’s worthy of love and so much more.

Be Warned: spanking, public exhibition

Bear's Beauty (MF)
1 Ratings (5.0)

Bear's Beauty (MF)

A Christmas Realm Tale 2

Evernight Publishing

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 29,640
1 Ratings (5.0)
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He pressed the call button. Melody picked up on the second ring with a flustered hello.

“What were you writing, little one?” he asked, modulating his voice.

“Well, um—” She stalled.

“Don’t hide from me, Melody,” he said sternly. “Relationships are all about communication. I’m not going to judge, sweetling.”

She sighed. “I know. It’s just, I’m a bit embarrassed.”

Magnus’s ears perked. Was his mate opening up to him?

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Tell me,” he coaxed.

“I was, er, thinking about us.”

“Us? Doing what?”

Adrenaline spiked in his system, immediately drawing only one conclusion. Blood rushed to his dick fattening it.

“Having sex,” she said quietly.

“Having sex?” he echoed.

“Yes,” she confirmed.

Magnus groaned. This was going better than he’d envisioned.

“Little one, don’t ever apologize for fantasizing. God, do you know how hard you’ve made me?”

She giggled nervously on the other side of the line. “I have?”

“Absolutely. What are you wearing?”

“T-shirt and undies. Not very sexy.”

“Are you kidding? No bottoms? No strange tops? Sweetling, I’m imagining you right now.”

“And you?” she murmured.

“Slip boxers, but I’m going to take them off soon.”

“You are?”

“Yes, and so are you. Tell me something, little one. Were you touching yourself?”

Her sharp intake of breath had pre-cum leaking out his dick. She was delectable. Even over the phone, her tiny little sounds had his mind painting erotic pictures.

“Yes,” she finally confessed. “I wish I’d asked you upstairs or we’d done something at your office.”

“I don’t,” Magnus said. “Because otherwise we wouldn’t be having phone sex right now.”

“We’re not having phone sex.”

Magnus laughed darkly. “But we’re about to, my little sub.”

“Magnus,” she whimpered.

“Sir,” he corrected. “Are the lights on or off, Melody?”


“Turn them on.”

“But, I never—”

“You never?”

“I’ve never done it with the lights on. In my previous relationships, they never wanted to. They always said it wasn’t necessary. They didn’t care.”

Magnus ground his teeth. Bastards unable to appreciate the beauty of his mate had made her into a fearful woman, ashamed of herself.

“I care,” Magnus said vehemently. “I know I want to see you, Melody. All of you. I want to be able to gauge your reactions, watch your body flush with pleasure, your pussy weep for my cock. I want to penetrate you and see my cock disappear into your cunt.”

She gasped at his crude choice of words.

“I’m not there right now, little one, and it’d please me immensely if you tried turning on a lamp. What do you say?”

“I’d like to try, Sir.”

“Then, do as I say, little one. Set the phone on speaker and go switch the lights on. Take your clothes off.”

There was silence from her end except for the rustle of what he assumed were bed-clothes. He took the chance to remove his own underwear. Patiently, he waited. He had no doubts about Melody’s attraction, but he understood she needed to move at her speed. His mate had to learn to love herself as much as he already did.

“They’re on,” she said. “And I’m naked.”

“Good girl. Describe yourself to me, little one. Tell me about your breasts.”

For long seconds there was no response.

“They’re large,” she finally said, the trepidation in her voice raw. “A bit droopy, frankly. The areolas are brown, the nipples long and wrinkled.”

Magnus made a noise at the back of his throat. Her description wouldn’t do at all, but he’d be more than happy to guide her.

“So, heavy breasts which will fill my palm. Chocolate colored areolas with turgid nipples begging for my touch. I can picture them, little one, and my mouth is salivating. I want to squeeze your tits and then suck them into my mouth, paying special attention to those rock-hard tips.”

“Magnus, the way you describe them—”

“Is the way I see them. It’s the way they are, Melody. Touch them for me,” he demanded. “Pinch and twist them. Do you like that?”

“Yes,” she gasped.

“Flick them.”

Melody moaned.

“That’s it, little one. Massage them. Can you feel the weight of my palm, my fingers digging into your flesh, possessing every inch of it?”

“Yes, Sir,” she mewled.

“Good. Look lower,” he ordered. “What else is there for me to claim?”

Again, silence stretched between them.


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