Hope Richards has always kept to herself, and as a teenager suffered from an eating disorder. She no longer starves herself, but she still struggles with self-image issues. Now in her twenties, she's ready to start her life. But during her first night in Steel Corner, violence erupts all around her, and one very intense bear shifting MC member protects her.
Dallas lost his son and ex-wife in a car accident months ago. He allows his anger to build inside of him until it consumes every inch of his soul. But then Hope comes into his life and she is the first real thing he has wanted in a long time. She eases him and his bear, but they can’t move forward until their pasts are put behind them, and sometimes that is easier said than done.
Be Warned: spanking, public exhibition, anal play
Dallas was barely holding on as it was, and now that he was so close to Hope, touching her, smelling her, and knowing she was wet between her thighs had his cock pressing against the fly of his jeans painfully. But right when he would have moved away, and given her the space he knew she needed, she surprised the fuck out of him by spearing her hands into his hair, pulling his face close to hers, and pressing her lips to his. A guttural groan left him at the feel of her mouth moving softly, almost tentatively against his. Her lips were soft and succulent, and so damn full that he couldn’t stop himself from wrapping his hands around the back of her hair and tugging her head back. Their mouths broke apart, and a gasp of pleasure let her. He knew she had liked it, could smell the fresh moisture that spilled from her pussy as soon as he had done it. He moved forward, using his body to push her back until the front door stopped them from going any further. For a second he just looked into her face, examined the arch of her cheeks, the fullness of her dark blonde lashes, and the redness of her lips. Fuck, he was hard, and wanted her like he wanted to take his next breath. His cock dug into his zipper, and he swore the damn thing was seconds away from bursting through the material. She breathed heavily, and her cheeks were a light shade of red. Slowly letting his gaze traveling down the long, smooth column of her neck, over her delicate collarbones, and stopping at the massive swells of her breasts that were pressing over the hem of her shirt, Dallas felt his bear nearly break through the surface.
“The things I want to do to you.” He hadn’t meant to say that out loud, but he found that if he was near Hope she brought out this other side of him, one that was almost a stranger. He never acted this impulsively when it came to women, and certainly didn’t allow emotions to cloud his judgment.
“Like what?” There was this naturally sensual quality in her voice, and he knew she wasn’t doing it to tempt him. This was who just she was, and that was perfect.
“Like things that would scare you, Hope.” He trailed his gaze back up to her face and stared into her wide blue eyes. “Things that I doubt you have even thought you’d let a man do to you.” He was an obscene bastard. He pressed his lower body into her belly, ground his hard-on into the soft swell of her flesh, and groaned deeply. She was all womanly curves, with nice thick thighs, a big juicy ass, and tits that were well over a handful. Dallas didn’t like those skin and bones females, and Hope was far from that. He leaned in and ran the tip of his nose up her throat. Stopping right below her ear, he inhaled deeply and grunted in pleasure. “You smell so fucking good, like lemons.”
She sighed right by his ear. “This is the most erotic and sensual experience I have ever had, and we haven’t even done anything.” There was a slight tremble in her voice.
He pulled back, which had been hard as hell, and looked into her face again.
“But I don’t want to stop, Dallas. I have never wanted anything more than I want you right now.”
And then he fucking lost it. He slammed his mouth on hers, stroked the seam of her lips with his tongue until he had coaxed them open, and plunged the muscle deep inside. She tasted sweet, and he knew right then that she would be his drug of choice from this moment on. He was drunk on her, higher than he had ever been, and already addicted. He still had a hold of her hair, and with her head pulled back he was able to devour her like a starving man. Never had he experienced something as good as having Hope pressed up against him. She was all softness to his muscles, and the fact that she was wet for him was the biggest aphrodisiac in the world. “Tell me how much you want me, Hope. Fuck, I need to hear it.” He murmured against her lips and then kissed her harder than he had before.
She gasped against his mouth. “I am so wet for you, Dallas,” she murmured against him.
The sound that came from him was not from his human side, but from his bear. The bastard wanted out, wanted to claim her in the way a mate does: rough, hard, and so there wasn’t any fucking denying that Hope was all his.