Page 12 of Bear Creek Valentine
“Shhh, it’s all right, Dash. You can tell me anything, and I won’t judge.”
Being surrounded by Aiden’s scent and warmth calmed Dash. With a heavy sigh, he finally relaxed and pulled the man’s arms around his midsection. His bear liked that, prodding him to take things even further. He couldn’t yet, not until Aiden knew more about him.
“I had a mate. His name was Harv Whitmore, and we met during my freshman year of college. Our bears knew right away that we were mates, and we had more than a decade together before he died.”
Those few sentences told Aiden a lot. He’d wondered why this wonderful man had been single all his life, except that wasn’t true at all. As he understood it, bear shifters didn’t handlea mate’s death well, which could explain why Dash was hesitant and awkward with him. Aiden suspected there was more to the story, and after a slight pause, Dash continued speaking.
“I haven’t been with anyone since, except for a few hook-ups and never with humans. I avoided them because they... they assume all bear shifters are aggressive tops. I’m not. Harv always took the lead, and we fit well together in bed. My bear and I want you, Aiden, but I’m probably not what you want.”
Aiden froze as the words registered, glad that Dash couldn’t see his face. So much for worrying about never finding a shifter who’d allow him to take charge! Dash wasperfectfor him and didn’t even know it. Aiden’s hidden smile morphed into a lecherous grin as he prepared to demonstrate the danger of assuming things.
Chapter 5
Dash knew something was up when Aiden’s scent drastically altered in the middle of his confession. Only it wasn’t rejection, anger, or anything bad at all. It was more like a tsunami of surprise mixed with desire, leaving him confused. Dash gasped as Aiden suddenly slid out from underneath him, only to toss him face up on the couch. Crawling up his body, Aiden got right up in Dash’s face, pupils blown so wide only a thin ring of brown remained. Then he spoke in a husky whisper.
“You aren’t at all what I expected, and do you know why that’s a good thing? Because the top spot in this relationship is already taken, and I want you—all of you.”
Dash’s body vibrated with a constant purr, mingled with low, sexy growls that stirred up more human pheromones and thickened the charged air. Dash reached between them to palm and squeeze Aiden’s erection through his blue jeans. Aiden kissed him hard—lips, teeth, and tongue everywhere in a frenzy of passion. He fumbled with his fly, desperate to give Dash’s wonderful mouth something else to do. Climbing off the couch, he pulled Dash to a sitting position and stood before him.
“Take it out.”
Dash rushed to obey—unfastening Aiden’s pants and shoving both them and the underwear to his knees. Dash thrust both hands under his shirt, enjoying the feel of hair and muscle while his nose sniffed madly at scent-soaked pubes. The man was well-hung for a human, circumcised, with a fine pair of free-swinging balls. Aiden cupped his jaw, lifting his face to look him in the eye, and told him what he wanted.
“Suck me, Dash. I want to see what that long tongue of yours can do.”
Dash growled even louder, nodded once, and wrapped his prehensile tongue around Aiden’s throbbing erection. With one hand gripping the base and another tugging on his nuts, Dash worked the tasty cock with urgency. Aiden threw his head back, moaning with the incredible sensation. He’d enjoyed blow jobs before, but they’d never felt likethis.
Dash’s bear liked the general direction of things, but he was more interested in claiming than providing orgasms. Dash silently admonished him to wait, intent on wrenching a load of spunk from the man before his human knees buckled. Aiden’s hands gripped his head, mainly for something to hold on to while his body trembled under the onslaught. Dash wondered how much Aiden could take just as he received a verbal warning.
“Almost there... oh yeah... take it!”
Dash slurped and suckled the delicious nectar while holding Aiden upright with his large, capable hands. The man spasmed and quivered until his dick was too sensitive, and Dash guided him to the couch. First, he stripped off Aiden’s shirt and then dropped his own pants to free his cock—leaking and ready to burst. Three quick strokes were all it took, and he sprayed the man’s hairy chest with ribbons of white. Deep grunts and growls accompanied each pulse; his bear eager to mark the human, even if it wasn’t permanent.
Aiden watched Dash unload through lidded eyes, amazed by the volume of spunk. His gorgeous prick was at least eight inches; thick, veiny, and uncut, as all shifters were. He also possessed the largest pair of balls Aiden had ever laid eyes on, pulled up tight against his body in a heavily furred sack. Despite a limited view, Dash appeared to be covered by a dense pelt of dark brown body hair, with impressively large and muscular thighs. Greedy for more, Aiden wanted to see and touch every last inch of this man.
Once Dash stopped pulsing, Aiden took over, lapping the last drops from his spent cock. The flavor was strong with a curious tang that was neither bitter, sweet, nor salty. Dash carded thick fingers through Aiden’s hair while he fondled and sucked. It had been a long time since he’d enjoyed anything like this, and his satisfied bear finally quit yapping in his head.
When Aiden finished, Dash laid him on the couch, dropped to his knees, and licked his own jizz from the man’s stomach and chest. Nose sniffing madly, he lavished navel and nipples with extra licks and nips until Aiden couldn’t take any more. Dash joined him on the couch, smooshed together on their sides, nose to nose. Their bodies took up so much room, Aiden curled an arm around Dash to keep him from rolling off.
Languid kisses ensued while they chased after the last remnants of seed, savoring the afterglow of intense orgasms. Dash’s rumbling purr vibrated both bodies, adding a new sensation that Aiden found comforting and stimulating. He was the first to speak, warm breath tickling Dash’s beard.
“You. Are. Incredible. No one has ever made me feel so good, and I can’t wait for the next time.”
Dash growled, rutting his reawakened hard-on against Aiden’s belly.
“I could go again if you want. You’re my first human, so I don’t know how much you can handle.”
Aiden laughed softly and gave Dash another kiss.
“Probably not as much as you, but we’ll figure it out. It’s my job to take care of you, Dash, so don’t be afraid to tell me what you need. I want to keep my man happy.”
Dash’s smile faltered as Aiden’s words triggered a rush of long-buried memories. Harv used to say things like that, and then his mate was taken from him in a cruel twist of fate. Ryder and his family were the only reasons he’d been able to go on living.
Aiden immediately noticed something was wrong. Dash whimpered and his face took on a vacant expression; as if he’d forgotten the joy of only a few moments ago. Had he pushed too hard? Said something amiss? Offended the sweet man somehow? If this was his fault, he needed to fix itnow.
“What is it, Dash? Did I say something out of turn? Talk to me, please. I want to understand.”
Dash wriggled away from Aiden, stood, and pulled up his pants. Aiden joined him, unaware of what he’d done, though it truly wasn’t his fault. How could he explain this without making things worse? Heart pounding and huffing in distress, Dash stared at the floor, unsure exactly what to say.
