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  “You keep doing that, Lou, and I’ll have you bent over that table with my cock buried so deep inside your sweet pussy, it will leave you in no doubt who you belong to. Or maybe I’ll take you right against that window. With your breasts flattened across the glass and all of you on display for the diners below. What do you think of that, my sweet little Lou?” She whimpered in answer, and her musk increased, leaving him in no doubt how turned on she was by the mere thought. So his little mate had an exhibitionist streak. He could work with that to a degree. No one would touch what was his, and no one would see her either, but she didn’t know that. You could see out of the window, but no one would be able to see in. It was another of the clever little designs of Carlotta’s. The formidable she-bear who owned the popular restaurant had thought of everything.

  A knock on the door saved his little mate from answering, and he stepped away from her slowly. His bear wouldn’t let him relinquish his hold on her completely, however, so he kept a fist wrapped in her silken tresses, while he steered her toward the table and chairs. Louisa plopped onto one of the chairs with more haste than finesse, and he grinned down at her head. She would be mortified by that almost fall, but it was so like his Lou, that warmth spread through his chest. How he adored her inherent clumsiness.

  “Come in.” At his gruff command the door swung open, and Alphonse appeared with a heated trolley, full of covered dishes. With a grin in their direction he proceeded to load them onto the table, until the room was filled with the aroma of their meal.

  Carlotta’s was renowned for its unique Italian dishes, and Louisa relaxed further into her chair. Her tummy rumbled loudly, and Luke laughed, only dimly aware of Alphonse leaving the room. Luke was too focused on the gleam in her eyes as she looked straight at his groin. With her sitting on the chair and him standing in front of her she was just the right height to take him deep into her mouth, and his balls drew tight at the thought.

  Jesus, it wouldn’t take much for him to come in his pants like a mere cub. He crunched his teeth in disgust and released his hold on her hair, lest he feel inclined to act on the impulse of ordering her to suck him off.

  “You must be hungry, so let’s eat and you can ask me all the questions you are bound to have.” He tried to step away, but her little hands on his thighs stopped her. The hungry look with which she regarded him made more of his blood rush south, and he prayed his pre-cum wasn’t leaving a stain on his expensive trousers. His tailor would never forgive him for ruining another pair.

  “I am, Sir, but this,” she ran her fingertips over his engorged dick, and he sucked in a sharp breath. “This looks most uncomfortable, and I would he lacking in my duties as your sub, if I didn’t take care of that, so please let me, Sir.”

  God help him, she was going to be the death of him. He shut his eyes and shook his head, and the tentative strokes on his cock ceased.

  “Dammit, I’m doing this all wrong…” The words were barely above a whisper, but thanks to his shifter hearing he got them loud and clear anyway. The despair and utter disappointment behind them came through loud and clear, too, and further took his breath away. The depths of her need to please him humbled him. That she trusted him this much, even after the bombshell he dropped on her only moments ago, spoke of her submissiveness louder than anything else could have done. It seemed their session at the spa had truly opened her up to the nature of her inner needs, and like a derailed freight train she was hurtling toward getting those needs met come what may.

  “You’re doing nothing wrong, my sweet little Lou. Your eagerness to serve pleases me greatly, but there is no rush, baby.”

  Her expressive eyes shimmered with tears when he nudged her chin up with his knuckles to make her look up at him, and her smile lit her up from the inside out. He would never be able to deny her anything when she looked at him like that, and he grinned back down at her like some lovesick fool. Which was, of course, exactly what he was.

  “We still need to discuss who and what I am, and how this will affect our relationship, and—”

  She cut him off with a frustrated growl worthy of any shifter, and this time her shimmering orbs flashed fire at him. It was good to see the return of her spirit. He had no wish to crush that, ever, and right now she looked pissed at him.

  “You’re a shifter. I get it. Cassie and I had that discussion eons ago, when she got drunk one night and somehow managed to shift into a half mangled version of a bear cub.”

  That got his attention. His cousin hadn’t inherited the shifter gene, her blood line too diluted by generations of humans, to enable her to shift, or so everyone had thought.

  “She can’t shift,” he said, and Louisa threw him a look as though to say, Duh. It made him grin inside.

  “Watch the attitude, pet, or I’ll precede our fucking with a spanking that will mean you won’t be able to sit down comfortably for a week.”

  Louisa’s breathing hitched and her eyes clouded over with desire, and his dick, which had deflated somewhat at the revelation about his cousin, hardened to the point of pain again. He fisted his hands to hide his emerging claws, and his bear growled. The vibrations of that growl shook the glasses on the table, and Louisa swallowed nervously.

  “Sorry, Sir, it’s just… She can’t shift, clearly. In fact I thought it was the alcohol making me see things, because when I blinked she was just her again. Okay her pajamas were torn, but I just laughed it off, and we kept on drinking and I passed out soon after.”

  Luke didn’t like the sound of that, and he frowned down on her.

  “I’d just broken off with another asshole, see.” Heat stained her cheeks when she said that, and a surge of possessiveness swept through him.

  “Give me his name and I’ll tear him limb from fucking limb, or at least scare the shit out of him.”

  Louisa laughed, and shook her head at him.

  “No, you won’t. Besides this was back in college and I have no idea where he is now.”

  “You’ve known about us since college, yet you never said?” His voice came out distorted in his surprise, and Louisa blinked several times at the sign of his emerging bear. Luke fought his beast for comeuppance as his muscles bulged, and he knew he was growing in height and muscle mass. There was an audible rip as the seams of his shirt lost the fight against his skin, and Louisa hurried on to explain.

  “There wasn’t anything to say. Cassie was rather sheepish the next day, explained it all to me, and swore me to secrecy to keep you all safe, and we never discussed it again. Besides who would have believed me? I think Cassie is rather disappointed in herself that she can’t shift. That half thing she achieved then she could only do because she was so drunk at the time, and it was full moon or something. Trust me, she’s tried since then and never achieved it again, so your precious council can relax.”

  “She told you about the council?”

  This time the windows shook with the force of his growl, and the still functioning rational side of his brain gave thanks to the sound proofing of the room.

  Louisa threw a worried glance toward the door, as though she was expecting Alphonse to burst through with a pitchfork at any given second, and some of the tension left his frame at the mental images that brought to mind. Alphonse and his mate were regular members at Luke’s fetish club, so even had he heard he wouldn’t have interrupted them.

  “Only in so far that they went to great lengths to keep the identity of shifters hidden, and that someone like her wasn’t wanted. They sound like snobbish idiots to me.”

  She glared up at him as if to dare him to disagree, and Luke had to smile.

  “I’ve never heard them called snobbish before, but the elders can be particular, that’s true. Our family as a whole has tended to stay off their radar. We’re not pure bloods, so there is no need to get ourselves involved in their politics. As long as we abide by the rules, there is no need for them to get involved. Telling a human about us is most definitely against the rules, mind you, unless they’re your mate, of course. All bets are off in that case.”

  Louisa blinked again, and the flash of hope in her green eyes made his bear stand down further.

  “She’s explained the whole mating thing, too, then, I guess.”

  His precious little sub looked rather sheepish when she shrugged her shoulders.

  “I didn’t exactly give her a choice in the matter, Sir.” She looked up at him and resumed her exploration of his groin with achingly slow movements that had him grabbing hold of her wrists to stop her. “I can be pretty persistent when I want to be, and I wouldn’t let her get away until she gave me all the information I needed.”

  With her hands held by him, he assumed, she had no way of continuing her exploration of him, yet he underestimated her again. With a grin she leaned in closer and nuzzled her lips over his cock, and Luke’s bear went wild when she kissed the tip of his throbbing dick through his trousers.

  “Please, Sir, let me have your cock. It will calm down your bear, too, and you won’t get us arrested for wrecking this room.”

  The wickedly impish grin up at him wrapped itself around his heart, and he released her wrists with a grunt. Immediately she undid his zipper and pushed his trousers and boxer briefs down his hips until his cock bounced up into the air. Louisa swiped her tongue across the weeping slit of his cock head, and his knees buckled at the light touch of her hot lips.

  With surprising strength his bratty little sub pushed him backwards until his naked ass rested on the table, and she slid to the floor in front of him on her knees. With shaking hands he held her hair out of the way to get a better view of her licking along his dick. She repeated the action from tip to root several times and then used her hands to fist him while she suckled first one and then the other of his balls
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  “Fuck, baby. You have no idea what it does to me to see you on your knees in front of me. Push that dress down your shoulders, so that I can see your tits.”

  The speed with which she complied made his head spin, and he lost what little restraint he had left when the lacy concoction of her bra came into view. Her hard little nubbins poked through the fabric, and even that see-through cover was too much of a barrier for his bear. A few well-placed flicks of his claws meant the offending clothing fell away, and Louisa whimpered her need as he ran his claws over the engorged buds. They hardened further and darkened under his ministrations, and Louisa squirmed under his touch.

  “My pet is so responsive to my touch. I bet I could get you off just by playing with these, couldn’t I?”

  Louisa’s hand tightened on his junk in answer, and it was his turn to groan when she swallowed his cock whole and his tip hit the back of her throat. Louisa gagged and swallowed, and Luke swore. Abandoning his hold on her breasts, he buried his hands in her hair instead, as his hips took on a mind of their own and started to thrust in and out of her mouth with ever increasing force.

  “Fuck, yes, that’s it. Take me, all of me, pet. Yes, baby, work my dick, milk me, work for my cum.”

  Louisa’s fingers curled into his thighs, and the sting of pain as her nails dug into his flesh urged him to thrust harder, faster. When Louisa used her teeth to graze his length every time he withdrew from her mouth it proved the last straw for him. His orgasm build from the base of his spine, drew his balls tight to his body, and then erupted through the length of his dick and out of his swollen cock head buried deeply against the back of Louisa’s throat.

  The sound of her gagging was music to his ears, but he pulled back slightly mindful of not cutting off her air supply, as she moaned and swallowed around his dick and milked him dry.

  By the time his last jet had released into her mouth, his bear was foaming at the mouth to get his claws on his mate, and he withdrew from her mouth and picked a startled looking Louisa up off the floor and deposited her on the table instead.

  Luke toed off his shoes and kicked his trousers off, and the food went flying as he pushed his mate down on the table and pushed the hemline of her dress up.

  True to his instructions she wore no underwear, just a black garter belt to hold up her stockings, so he had an unimpeded view of her glossy, swollen pussy. Cream gathered at her opening and spilled over the top of her thighs, and she clutched his hair when he licked up her soft skin taking the evidence of her arousal with him.

  “Oh my God, please … please.”

  Luke grazed his fangs along her sweetly fragranced skin and pushed her thighs further apart.

  “Hold your thighs wide for me. I want to see my sweet cunt open for me. I want to see you gush for me when you come, pet.” He glanced up at her, and she licked her lips and followed his demands with shaking hands. The fine sheen of arousal coated her skin, and her amazing tits shook with her rapid breathing.

  More of her juices flowed from her quivering pussy hole when he turned his attention back to that part of her anatomy, and seeing her inner flesh, so much darker than the surrounding outer lips urged him to taste.

  The sweetest moan came from her when he licked around her hole, and her essence flowed into his waiting mouth. Parting her labia further with his thumbs he took in the sight of her pearl as he freed it from its little hood. Luke tunneled his tongue into her hole, marveling at the way her inner muscles tried to hold onto the invasion, and his dick grew hard as nails again. She would be so goddamn tight around his cock, and he couldn’t wait to bury himself to the hilt inside her wet channel, but not yet. First he would make her fly, and scream his name.

  Chapter Three

  Arousal held Louisa in its firm grip, and she didn’t even know what the incoherent sounds were that came from her lips. All she did know was that Luke was between her thighs, eating her out with earth-shattering finesse that meant she spiraled toward release at lightning speed. Her fingers cramped around her thighs in the effort it took to keep herself open for him, when all she wanted to do was wrap her legs around his head and grind her cunt against his beloved face until she came all over him.

  Where this wanton woman had come from she had no idea. From his position between her legs and with her sprawled all over the table like some ancient offering to the gods of sex, he would have a perfect view of all her folds of skin on display. Yet she had seen the approval in his amber eyes, the way they flashed to the golden glow of his bear’s, and heated in lust and desire for her. She knew enough about bears to know what that look meant. She hadn’t told Luke everything about that morning after with Cassie. She had grilled her friend on all and every aspects of her family, most notably Luke. The fact that he, too, shifted into a bear, had been one of the many reasons why she had kept away from him. Not because she was afraid of him, but because she had thought herself not good enough for him. Why would a man capable of shifting into such a formidable creature as a great big grizzly bear want anything to do with a mere human? Especially when it diluted the blood lines to such a degree that any children they might have would not be able to shift. She wouldn’t want to wish that on anyone, having seen firsthand how miserable it made her friend. The irony of her situation was not lost on her. Even back then she had built silly dreams of happily ever after with her bear, and now she was here, with him lapping at her cream like a man starved of sustenance. Yet this was just sex, was it not? He was fulfilling their fantasy, and once this evening was over they would, what? Go back to the way they were before. God, had she ruined everything by coming here?

  Did he want her for more? He said she was his in that deep grumble of his bear’s that made every cell in her body sigh in submission and let him do whatever he wanted to with her body.

  Even now Luke’s hands grasped handfuls of her ass and lifted her higher to enable him to lick a path from her clit along her slit all the way up to her anus. He circled that forbidden hole with his roughened tongue, and Louisa tensed. Surely he wouldn’t put his tongue in there, would he?

  As though he sensed her jumbled thought processes, Luke withdrew and chuckled into her pussy folds. The vibration settled deep in her core, and her clit clenched in tune with her vaginal muscles when he inserted two of his thick digits into her channel and found her sweet spot with deadly precision.

  When he bit down on her clit her orgasm rushed through her with so much force that she screamed and bit her lip hard enough to taste her own blood, in an effort to muffle that scream.

  They were on top of a crowded restaurant, for God’s sake. If she turned her head she could see the people dining below. All it would take was for one of them to look up and they would see her sprawled along the table with Luke once again lapping at her cream as she gushed her juices into his waiting mouth. The thought that one of the diners would look up, made her orgasm burn hotter, and with her body still shaking in delicious aftershocks she almost didn’t notice the slight pressure against her little puckered hole until Luke slipped a slick finger wet with her own arousal knuckle deep into her ass.

  She would have bowed off the table had his hot hand on her tummy not held her down, and she lost herself in the heated stare of his golden eyes as their gazes connected.

  “That’s my girl.” His voice had dropped an octave, dripping in lust, and her body went limp under his possession. “This ass and this pussy are mine to do with as I please are they not, my sweet Lou?”

  He pushed deeper into her butt, and she gasped at the burning pain of another finger slipping past that ring of muscle. Discomfort gave way to heat when he started to thrust those two fingers in and out of their tight confines, and added the thumb of his other hand to her clit and rubbed that sensitive bundle of nerves in small circles designed to push her over the edge once more.

  The strange sensation in her ass awakened unused nerve endings, and she clamped around his digits, increasing the heady sensations bombarding her.