Chapter Four
My mouth was dry. It was the first realization I had as I woke. My eyes popped open, expecting to find Sean leaning over me with that damn knife in his hand. But I only saw ceiling, white with a large chandelier light. It made me squint. I was in...a bed. I sat up slowly taking in my surroundings. The bed had black sheets and a red comforter with splashes of dark gray on it. It was huge and on a platform. The room was wood floors and the walls had an elaborate painting of the woods. There was a hovering mirror on the side of the bed along with a holographic clock. It read six in the morning. Where the fuck was I? I remembered Sean attacked me, drowning in pain, seeing a bear, and then...Lyon. I sat up further realizing I was lying here in my boss’s bed wearing nothing but a bandage on my hip. My dick sprouted morning wood as I pulled back the sheet. Well, I wasn’t planning on getting under my boss’s sheets this way.
“You’re awake?”
I jerked, staring out the open double doors. Lyon was standing there with two cups of something steaming hot. He had stopped short and was staring at my erection on display. I blushed somewhat. Hey, I was proud of my cock but flashing it to Lyon seemed a bit odd. I shoved the sheet back over my hips and scooted back so I could rest against the headboard. It was wooden, smooth to the touch with a bear and cub design. What the fuck was with the bears lately?
“How are you feeling?” Lyon walked toward me.
I’d never seen him so casual. He was wearing a brown t-shirt with four slash marks printed on it and black jeans that rode low on his hips. My dick lengthened under the sheet. I didn’t speak, just took in his image. His long hair was a little wild like he’d just woken up. Lyon’s face sprouted more stubble and his big feet were bare. I swallowed hard. Naked in the boss’s bed. My willpower was non-fucking-existent right now. Lyon handed me the mug and I instantly smelled the unique aroma of coffee.
“I had my personal medic come in and stitch you up. He gave you a pain killer and we let you sleep.”
I took a slow sip, savoring the flavor like I did with cum. Delicious. “You undress me too?”
Lyon grinned, his eyes shifting to stare at me under half-closed lids. “No.”
“Why don’t I believe you?” I took another swallow of the unsweetened drink. “Thank you. You saved my life.”
He glanced quickly at sheet where it was most definitely tented then looked back at me. His lips pressed against the ceramic as he took a slug. “Who was that guy?”
I took a deep breath. “Long story.”
“I have all day.”
“But I have to go to work. My boss is kind of this sexy, hard ass that I want to please.” Okay, so that was flirtier than I should have been, but I survived another attack by Sean. I didn’t know how many more of those outcomes there would be.
“He’ll give you a break this one time,” Lyon said. He then put his drink on this hovering side table and took mine, placing it beside his. He laid a hand on my leg, just above my knee. “Quinn.”
“Yeah?” Did I call him Mr. Harrison still? I think we progressed a little too far for that. Or sir, but I don’t think we were there yet.
“Who was he?”
I let out a harsh, quick breath. “Sean.” Even saying his name made me glance around like he’d pop up from a dark corner like a fucking boogieman. “My ex.”
Lyon lifted a dark eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest. The move made his muscles bunch and flex. Fucking hot. “And?”
“And...We broke up. He killed my boss and almost ripped my fucking heart out.” I touched the scar on my chest. The one that was still slightly red around the edges. “He’s been following me. Stalking me.”
Lyon reached out and grabbed my chin, sliding his hand to my cheek and then in my hair. I hissed out a breath when he tugged the strands and pulled me forward. “He won’t hurt you again.” The way he said it in that deep voice made my entire body shiver. My balls were tight and full. Then Lyon kissed me. It was just as wild as our first touch. His tongue dominated and swept into my mouth like a fucking hurricane. Our breaths were one, our saliva blending as my lips started to tingle from the sheer force of his kiss. Then he pulled back and rested his forehead on mine. “You. Are. Mine.”
There was this giddy laugh I did at those words that I wasn’t particularly proud of. “Yeah? Before I even sucked your dick?” And oh, did I want to.
“Yup.” He nipped at my lower lip. “You’re my mate.”
I smiled and then frowned. “What?”
He kissed my chin, still in control with his grip on my hair. “You saw what I was. You didn’t run screaming and I knew when I smelled your blood you were mine.”
What he was? Smelling blood? I was confused. It must have shown on my face because he eased his grip and sat back.
“I turned into a bear.”
“You’re fucking with me?” I grinned.
He frowned which made my smile fall. “You saw the bear.”
“I saw something but my eyesight isn’t exactly reliable in that kind of light.” What the hell was he saying? “Are you saying you’re...you believe you’re some kind of...” I couldn’t even say it.
Lyon rubbed a hand down his face and stood up. “I thought you saw.” He started pacing the room and started mumbling. “I find my damn mate, shift in front of him, and he didn’t even see it.”
Okay. This was getting weird. I couldn’t deal with two mad fuckers right now. I wrapped the sheet around me as best I could. “I’m going to go change.” I went through the door, grabbed a pair of suit pants and a white shirt. They were his but what the fuck ever. I slid into another door, a closet or something. I dressed quickly, tucking my hard dick away and buttoning the shirt. My hip was sore, but the medic had been well picked. When I opened the door, Lyon was just standing there.
“You’re leaving?”
Oh, fuck, not again. “Yeah.” Did I know how to pick them or what?
“With Sean still out there?”
“I don’t want to get you involved, Lyon. Mr. Harrison. Sir,” I stammered. “He’s dangerous and I’m just going to call witness protection to find a new place.”
“No.” He faced me. “I just found you. I can’t lose you.” Lyon tore off his shirt. Okay, so I should have run but I was thinking with my balls rather than my head. Seeing him shirtless sidetracked my survival instincts. Then he dropped to his knees. I heard the pants he wore start to split. Hair began to sprout on his body as I watched, standing there like the dumb shit in a horror movie who is killed first. The sexy boss in front of me transformed into a bear. My mouth opened and closed. I forgot how to breathe as the huge bear lay down on the floor. Its fur was a dark brown and its teeth...fuck.
I went all manly on him...and passed out.
I woke to hot breath on my face. It smelled like mint and I opened my eyes with a smile. Then a yell. This three hundred-plus pound brown bear was leaning over me. “Don’t eat me!” Hey, it was the first thing I could think of. The hair started to recede but those dark eyes stayed the same as the fangs shrunk. Then staring down at me was my boss.
“Don’t faint again.”
“Men don’t faint, we pass out,” I muttered, still staring at him wide-eyed. “You’re a fucking bear.”
“Skin walker or bear shifter.”
“Don’t get fucking technical on me. You. Turned. Into. A. Fucking. Bear.” I pronounced each word slowly.
“Yes. I did.”
Well, as long as we got that straight. I wasn’t crazy. I lay back on the floor, what was left of Lyon’s shredded pants cushioned my head. Which meant he was still naked. I wanted to look. Even knowing he just turned into a bear, I wanted to see him naked. But a damn bear...shifter. Really?
“You’re quiet.” He sat next to me.
“It’s nice to know I’m not insane.” I really saw a bear. “Is this like...hereditary?”
“Yes. You can’t catch it. You have to be born with the trait.” He watched me, his rugged features
looking nervous.
“So If I say...suck your cock and swallow your load, no fur is going to sprout on my ass?”
Lyon grinned and leaned closer. “No.”
Well. I wasn’t sure about this. Yes, I wanted to suck but learning people can turn into bears didn’t do anything for my hard-on. “Are there a lot of your...kind?”
“The moon has our biggest colony.”
I snorted at that fact.
“We can handle the effects of space better than most humans.” He shifted slightly, his leg lifting.
I glanced down, staring at his seriously thick thigh and tan skin scattered with dark hair. From this angle, I couldn’t get a view on his goods.
“That fact that you’re talking about a blowjob after seeing me turn into a bear gives me high hopes,” Lyon said.
Okay. He was a bear. Not what I was expecting to say in a million years but Lyon was my boss. He also saved my life. And my cock was all for it. A small part of me also thought about Sean. Lyon would protect me. Which sounded ridiculous to get him involved, but maybe it would be nice to have someone at my back that I knew could kick ass. I was still debating as my cock started to grow between my legs. I think the decision was made without using my brain. “I’d have to see your dick first.”
Lyon’s stoic expression lifted into a grin. He moved close to me and pressed his lips against my ear. “Deal,” he whispered.
I watched as he moved and stared down at me with those unique eyes. I guess that’s why they were shiny like that. A damn bear shifter. Lyon shifted to his knees beside me and I got the view I asked for. His abs rippled with muscle, narrow hips led to his gorgeous dick. That was the only word for it. The tip was uncut. Fleshy folds covered his penis head, which peeked out. His shaft was thick. I nearly drooled thinking about getting his girth inside me. It led to a nest of dark brown hair neatly trimmed and low hanging balls.
“Well?” He placed his hands on his hips. No shame, no doubt. Lyon knew he was fucking irresistible.
“I think I’ll get over the turning furry thing.” Yeah, yeah I would. I knew I would. It may take a while, but I liked him. I wanted Lyon and I usually got what I wanted. “Can you get over the stalker and going blind bits?” It was a lot to take in. Although the bear shift was more than my baggage.
He showed me his row of perfect white teeth as he smiled wide. “Yes.” No hesitation. “Now lie down.” He placed his hand on my chest so I was supine on the floor. My head still cushioned by his pants. That hand slid down my flat stomach to the bulge and Lyon dragged his fingers over my covered erection. I held back the moan, this time. He kept going, his palm on the inside of my thighs, down my calves, and to my bare feet. Then he traveled back up and stopped just short of touching my cock. I held my breath, ready and excited. “Do you like pain, Quinn?”
“I’m not afraid of some spanking.”
Lyon squeezed my dick through my pants. “No, my mate, real pain.” Then he pinched my dick through my pants.
It made me flinch and wince then a drop of cum welled up.
“Did you like that?”
“Maybe,” I whispered. Okay, I did. Lyon made me want to be submissive. I’d never felt that longing to be completely obedient before. It was kind of scary.
Lyon carefully yanked the zipper down but didn’t take my raging manhood out. Then he started to unbutton my shirt. Slowly, methodically, until it was completely open. He pushed apart the edges and exposed my chest. My nipple piercings gleamed in the light. He tugged on the left one, sending a sharp, stimulating pain through my body. His fingers halted over the scar that was still red from healing. “He did this?”
I hadn’t thought about Sean in a while. I nodded, frowned.
Lyon growled then leaned down to kiss it. His tongue moved to my other nipple, grabbing the bar with his teeth and tugging. It wasn’t a gentle pull but just enough to make me jerk. He let go.
“If it hurts too much...” His hand was skimming down my abs.
“I’ll yell bear,” I said with a grin.
He chuckled then stuck his hand in my pants, pulling my cock out, followed by my balls. I hissed out a breath. Lyon let my balls and cock breathe but left the top button on the pants closed. “I love this.” He was staring down, watching me. Then he pulled his hand back and slapped my cock. Actually fucking slapped it. And I liked it. I let out a soft groan. The pain was subtle, slight, and it only infused with my growing lust. Lyon wrapped his hands around my girth, stroking my shaft like an enthusiastic lover. My breathing was getting heavier. I could feel the orgasm revving up.
Lyon straddled me. His knees were on either side of my face. My arms were caught between his thighs and calves. My cock gave a drop of pre-cum. Oh, I think I liked Lyon’s domination a little too much. His gorgeous cock was before my face, his balls hanging low so they almost touched my chin. “Are you a good boy, Quinn?”
Did he want me to be?
“Lick me. Slowly.”
The shudder that ran up my body was pure exhilaration. I opened my lips and stuck out my tongue. A wave of warmth and slightly salty skin flooded my taste buds. I was pressing my tongue along his ball sac, taking my time. Enjoying my first taste of Lyon. I took some skin into my mouth and sucked.
Lyon leaned back and gave my dick another slap. Not hard but enough to sting. The combined pain and pleasure made my hips thrust. “Did I say to suck?”
“No, Sir.” Okay, I liked the sir thing. I had from the moment I met my boss.
Lyon smiled, his beard and the shadows from the light made it look almost demonic. “Good. Now lick.”
I started again, licking at his balls as my hands flexed. They were starting to tingle from lack of circulation when Lyon bent over my head. His heavy cock hung just above my face.
“Now you can suck.”
Oh, fuck. Who knew I’d love being such a submissive? Fucking news to me. I opened my mouth and sucked at his foreskin. Lyon groaned and I dipped my tongue in the fleshy folds. The strong flavor of Lyon made me moan.
“In your mouth.” He was staring at me all intense and determined. “Take me inside. One inch at a time.”
Although my hands were free, I kept them at my sides and squeezed them into fists. His cock tip shifted into my mouth. Then another inch. I relaxed my throat, took a deep breath, and waited for Lyon to block my air.
“Do not move.”
He went further, my lips felt stretched from his girth. My teeth scrapped ever so slightly along his length. Then he thrust hard and was completely in. My oxygen was gone. I held my breath, my nose tickled by his pubic hair. I swallowed, loving the way he groaned.
“Ten seconds.”
I closed my eyes, focused on holding my breath.
“Nine.”
Easy does it. I opened my eyes to watch him, but he was staring at me.
“Eight.” He thrust a little.
Damn it, he was counting too slowly.
“Seven.”
I felt my lungs start to burn.
“Six.” The muscles in his thighs flexed. “Only five more, Quinn.”
I closed my eyes again.
“Four. Look at me, Quinn!”
I did and fought all my urges to retch.
“Three more.”
I felt Lyon’s cock flex in my mouth.
“Two.”
Oh, God. I needed to breathe.
“One.” He pulled out.
I took a huge gasp, my chest heaving. At least I didn’t gag. Lyon stroked his cock above me as I took my fill of fresh oxygen.
“Good boy.” He shuffled down my body. “Now you get a treat.”
Seeing this big man lick his lips was almost humorous. Then he grabbed my dick and slapped it. I groaned. The pleasure was getting too intense. I wiped some saliva from the side of my mouth. Lyon stroked my dick tenderly then gave my balls a caress.
“Do you know what I want you to do?”
Anything. Everything. I wanted Lyon so fucking ba
dly.
“I want you to stand up and take off all your clothes, Quinn.”
I nodded, sitting up. I ripped my shirt off and stood to pull down my pants. My dick sprang free. I stroked it, unable to resist. I was so fucking horny.
Lyon slapped my ass. It stung. Nothing tenderly about that one. “Did I say to touch yourself?”
Sweet fuck! I shook my head. A drop of pre-cum welled at my hole and dripped down my shaft to the floor.
“Clean that up with your tongue, Quinn, and then crawl into the bedroom.”
I was giddy being his submissive. I dropped to all fours, licked up the wayward drop, and then followed Lyon at a crawl. It stung my knees a bit so I went slower.
Lyon sat at the edge of the bed. “Over here.”
I sat in front of him, staring at his dick like a dog missing a bone. I wanted to suck him again. There was no way I could possibly think about another blowjob without thinking of him. My Lyon. He lay back, lifted so his legs to his chest so I had the best view on the moon. His balls were beautiful sacs, nearly even in size with a few curly hairs on them. Lyon’s asshole was puckered and hairless.
“Stick your tongue inside me, Quinn.”
Eagerly I moved forward, my lips on his thigh then closer to my destination. My tongue slid along his hole and licked. Stroke after generous stroke. I made sure I made my motions wide and deep. When I heard a soft groan, I knew he was enjoying this as much as I was.
“Enough.”
I stopped, sat back. What next? What would he do? What did he want me to do?
“Get on the bed. Ass up.”
I scrambled to comply. The bed was soft under my knees, which was a nice respite from the floor. I felt Lyon’s hand caress my ass check as I pushed it into the air.
“Good boy.” His stroked my hanging cock.
I shuddered. The intensity that ran up my spine was insane. Then he gave my shaft a soft slap. I heard something squirt and then felt the cool gel along my hole. He slid one finger in, sending me into a fit of low moans. Then Lyon spanked my ass. This was a firm slap and I felt the lingering pain for several seconds.
“Are you ready for me, Quinn?” He slid his finger in and out.
“Yes.” Fuck yes!
Quinn whacked my ass cheek again, the sting persistent for even longer. “Yes, what?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He slid two fingers inside, squirted some more lube, and then three fingers. Oh, it felt so good. It had been too long since I let myself relax enough for pleasure. I never thought I’d trust another man again.
“I’m going to fuck your ass for a while, Quinn. Just until I’m nice and hard, then I’m going to shove my dick back in your mouth and you’re going to suck me off. Would you like that?”
I nodded enthusiastically. Then the bed dipped as Lyon came on. There was a brief flash of a condom then I felt the head of his penis at my hole. He thrust gently, just to get the tip inside. I couldn’t even think of a word to describe the sensation that whispered up my spine. He pulled out and squirted more lube. The tip of Lyon’s thick penis pressed inside me again.
“Take a deep breath, Quinn.”
The way he said my name was like a stroke of wet tongue on my erection. I took that deep breath. Lyon gripped my hips, avoiding the bandage, and slammed home. There was that brief moment of searing pain and then extreme pleasure. My head fell to the bed as a rumble came from Lyon.
“Sweet fuck,” he said then growled. “You’re...Quinn, you’re fucking perfect.”
“Yes, I am,” I muttered. It got me a hard slap to my ass cheek. Then Lyon pulled out. The rhythm was torturously slow and yet flawless. He went deep, stretching, penetrating. I felt his balls smack at mine and every three thrusts, he spanked my ass cheek. It was sore, probably red, and I didn’t even care.
“Turn over,” Lyon said, but it was breathy.
He pulled out. There was a soft snap sound as he pulled the wet condom off. I rolled to my back and spread my legs wide. His cock was standing proud as he walked around the bed. He tugged me so my head was back and I was in perfect alignment with his erection. “Open.”
My vision was upside down as I followed his orders. He urged his shaft in and I tasted salty flesh. I rolled the flavor of Lyon around my mouth and those groans he made were pure masculine splendor. He pushed his dick inside, all the way. I hadn’t taken a big breath, but he didn’t keep it there. Lyon started pulling out until my teeth scraped his tip and then back in until I swallowed around him.
He pushed me over to my stomach. “Ready?” he asked, rubbing his balls, his eyes half-lidded.
“Yes, Sir.” More than he knew. I wanted to see his face when he came. I wanted to hear his groans of pleasure. I took a breath.
Lyon shoved deep in one thrust and grabbed handfuls of my hair. He held me there. His face contorted into an almost pained expression then he pulled out and shoved back in. He was fucking my mouth, rough, guttural and I loved every minute of it. Then Lyon let out a growl. I felt the splash of cum. It was delicious and I gobbled up every drop. When Lyon began to soften, he eased back, staring down at me. Then he crawled onto the bed, pushed me over, and fucking attacked my erection. It was all rough grip and stinging teeth. I jerked at the nip of pain and then groaned at the gratification. I was a bundle of nerves about to explode. Then I did. My cum shot up like a geyser. Lyon pulled away, watching intently as it splashed my length, my balls, and my stomach. He milked me dry and then began cleaning me with his tongue. When he was done, Lyon pulled me into his arms for a tight embrace.
“Fucking perfect.”
I smiled against his chest. We sat like that for a few minutes before lying back in bed. I was leaning on Lyon’s arm, his hand on my abs. A few times, he tugged on my nipple bar and it made my dick twitch. “Lyon.”
“Yes?” He glanced at me looking content.
What was I going to say? You’re amazing in bed. Thanks for saving my life. Will you stay with me forever? All three sounded good. “I like being in your arms.” I went with a safer route.
“Good.” He kissed the top of my head. “Because I like you there.”
I grinned and stared out the open doors and the bear lamps that were brightly lighting the room. It suddenly occurred to me. “Wait a minute, you’re a bear shifter named Lyon.”
He smiled. “Took you a while to think of that one, huh?”
“I was distracted.” I reached over and gave his flaccid dick a squeeze. I felt it stir ever so slightly against my palm.
He chuckled and thrust his hips then took my hand from between his legs. He kissed each finger. “I was unwanted and left at the door of another shifter family. We are human as kids, but we start to growl a lot. They thought my roars sounded like a lion so they named me. When I turned thirteen and shifted for the first time...I came out a bear.” He gave a soft smile. “We were all shocked. But I stuck with the name.”
I chuckled. “Sound of a lion, body of a bear, cock like a god.”
He laughed aloud. “You didn’t realize how submissive you were did you?”
“Nope.” I settled closer to him.
“Quinn...I broke my rules for you.” He said the words softly. “This isn’t a onetime fuck.”
Why did that not alarm me? It should have. “I still have to worry about Sean.”
“I’ll handle him.”
“Listen, Lyon. You may dominate me in bed but outside of fucking, not so much. I’m not having you face that mad bastard and getting hurt.” It would be like being stabbed all over again.
“I won’t get hurt.”
“He’s crazy.”
“Nobody fucks with what’s mine and you are mine. Understand me, Quinn?” He growled at me then smashed his lips into mine. It was passionate, wild, and I was taken by just how fantastic I felt with him. A fucking bear shifter. It still blew my mind.