So Much To Bear (A Werebear Erotic Romance) by Bethany Rousseau Read Free Book Online Page A

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Jennifer realized that while it wasn’t very late, the strenuous
activities of the day had made her more tired than usual; she was
amused to realize that it explained, quite well, the fact that
humans from previous centuries tended to be early to bed and early
to rise; the process of getting food from the world around them,
instead of a grocery store, took a lot more energy.
     
    Damon wordlessly pulled Jennifer onto
her feet, pulling her with him to the bed. Jennifer felt her heart
beating a little bit faster and told herself to calm down; Damon
had said he wanted to continue his lineage—that probably meant he
wanted to find a female werebear to carry his children, and she was
far from being a werebear. Damon settled on the bed, drawing her
body close to his, and Jennifer could smell the clean wood scent
that clung to him, along with the underlying musk of his body and
some deeper, earthy scent she couldn’t quite identify. He
smelled—in some oddly alluring way—both like a man and like a bear,
and Jennifer’s mind flashed back to the moment she had licked the
honey from his finger, the peculiarly sharp and sweet taste of
it.
     
    For a long moment, Jennifer felt the
suspense building between them; she felt as though she was holding
her breath, even though she knew she was breathing normally. She
glanced upward, looking into Damon’s eyes, and in the deepening
gloom of the dying firelight, he stared down at her. Her heart was
beating faster, and unconsciously, Jennifer licked her lips, still
remembering the honey she had tasted thanks to the man whose body
she was pressed against. The next moment, Damon’s arms tightened
around her, drawing her even closer, even as his lips moved down to
connect with hers. Jennifer froze against him for just an instant,
both surprised and not at all shocked by the softness of his lips
amongst the roughness of his beard. His mouth was hot against hers,
his kiss urgent, almost sucking the breath out of her lungs in an
instant; Jennifer moaned softly against his lips, pulling back only
slightly.
     
    Her hands came to life along Damon’s
body, touching and exploring, feeling the contrast of rough and
smooth along his arms, his hands, and his chest. Damon began to
trail his hands along her body as well, testing the lush curves of
her breasts and hips, lingering at her waist, tickling her ribs.
Jennifer shivered against him, feeling the arousal welling up
inside of her body; she couldn’t remember ever feeling as swiftly,
powerfully turned on as she did in Damon’s arms, as hot and cold
thrills danced up and down along her spine, shooting out to her
arms and legs, crackling with electricity.
     
    Damon’s lips pressed more firmly to
hers and he was pressing her down against the bed, making soft,
growling moans as his hands worked to unbutton her shirt. Jennifer
slipped his t-shirt off of him, tugging it over his head and
tossing it aside, letting her hands roam the broad expanse of his
muscled back. He was hot to the touch, his skin almost shimmering
in the reddish light as he moved on top of her, shifting his
position. Damon pulled away from her lips to bury his face against
her throat, nuzzling firmly, the roughness of his beard oddly
titillating in contrast to the gentle nipping of his mouth against
her most sensitive spots. “You smell like mine,” he murmured, his
voice a belly-deep, low growl. “You smell like you belong to me.”
He nipped sharply at the base of her throat with his teeth, and
Jennifer remembered with a burst of almost-apprehension that the
human flesh of the man who was touching her, teasing her with hands
far too skilled for a hermit had an animal side. As if he felt her
spurt of concern, Damon pulled back, staring down into her eyes. “I
will never hurt you, Jennifer. You know that?” Jennifer took a deep
breath and nodded; even when Damon had been in his bear form, she
remembered the softness in his eyes, the gentle kindness that had
radiated from