Blake, Her Bad Bear: A Paranormal Bad Boy Romance by Amy Star Read Free Book Online

sake—no, Blake was ripped, but it was all muscle that had been garnered from a life spent on the road, she imagined, looking over his shoulder. Scars wound up his shoulder blade, and there were several lateral ones crisscrossing the angular shadows of his intercostal muscles. His chest hair was dark and curly, and seemed to writhe of its own free will each time he took a deep breath.
    But what stopped her were the tattoos. All across his chest and onto his shoulder blades, and stopping just short at his elbows, were a slew of iconic artworks that made her think of some of the Finnish ideograms she’d once seen at a museum in New York.
    “Wha-what are these?” she said, leaning forward and tracing her finger across his chest and down his abdomen. Blake unzipped his pants and pulled his jeans off with a grunt before replying, and Lily unconsciously looked toward his crotch. His manhood was pressed tight against his briefs, threatening to loosen.
    “The history of my people,” he said, without going into detail.
    “Pretty bad ass,” she remarked.
    “They were given to me when I was sixteen,” he replied, leaning forward and kissing her neck again, his tongue tracing its wet cursive across her skin. “They’re like a sort of vow you take when you join the gang.”
    “And what,” Lily sighed, and shivered as she leaned back down on the bed and he loomed over her, opening her legs again with the thrust of his body, “what is the vow you take?”
    Surprisingly, he stopped and stared straight at her, those hard grey eyes unflinching as a wolf’s—or, Lily thought, a bear’s. A thin smile spread on his lips, one that Lily had seen many times as a reporter. It was the sort of tight-lipped grin a person gave when they were hiding something, or when you’d gotten too close to something they didn’t want you to know.
    Lily returned the grin and reached down, gripping his manhood in her small strong fist, and was pleased to see Blake’s expression shift as she took control. He closed his eyes and growled low in his throat, and Lily opened her mouth in a look of pleasure.
    Blake’s hand reached down again and tore her panties off, revealing the thin rectangular strip of dark pubic hair. Her waist was skinny, the pelvic bones dipped inward, almost as if her groin were offering itself like an empty vessel, aching to be desired. Blake wasted no time in pulling his briefs off as well, and the two of them were naked and unashamed.
    His manhood was thick and large, nearly grotesque in its girth, and Lily bit back on a little pang of fear, wondering what it would feel like to have such an organ penetrate her. She did not have to wait long as Blake loomed above her, his breath hot and cloistered, and she opened her mouth again in a little gasp as she spread her thighs wider and gripped the tip of his penis, guiding it against the wet flap of her cleft.
    “Oh, geezus!” she murmured, squirming as he entered her slowly. She felt his shaft slide slick between her fingers as he moved, pushing into her deeper and Lily’s eyes went wide as she craned her head back. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before, and her teeth gnashed shut as she tried to steady her breathing. “You’re so… big, oh god,” she cried out.
    “You’re so fucking hot,” Blake murmured, his deep, raspy voice settling on her like silt, and she felt herself pressed down, buried not only under his words but the physical limitations of his body pressing down onto her and into her.
    “Fuck me harder,” she pleaded, pulling her arms above her head where she clenched at the sheets. His hands rubbed her thighs and under her breasts as he propped himself up and slid in and out, breathing into a rhythm that both of them could share.
    Lily looked down between the warm, damp space between their abdomens and saw the base of his penis slipping between the dark manifolds of her labia, pushing aside the soft flesh and scraping against the inner sensitive