Smokejumpers Werebear 4: Matteo and Lani Page 5

  She moaned and pressed her body closer to his. He leaned over, pressing his cock against her thigh, and kissed a heavenly trail down her luscious neck. He licked and kissed his way down her chest until he took her hard nipple in his mouth and sucked on it. She moaned and writhed under him as he tickled her nipple with his tongue.

  She reached down and gripped his cock as he moved onto the other breast, exploring it with his tongue and hand.

  He raised his head and groaned as she stroked his long shaft harder. “I want to feel you in me,” she moaned, jerking him off faster.

  The night blacked out around him. All he could concentrate on was her hand. Her steel grip on his cock and her moans begging to give her more.

  “I want you to take me,” she gasped.

  She spread her legs apart and Matteo’s eyes soaked in the view of her spread pussy. She was perfect. He had waited so long for this. He had dreamed of it every day.

  “Please,” she whined. “I want you to fuck me.”

  She reluctantly let go of his cock as he moved between her legs. He squeezed her knees and spread her legs out further apart. The tip of his cock fell onto her pussy lips and she gasped.

  Her breasts heaved up and down. They were spectacular. Matteo couldn’t help himself and he reached out and felt them again.

  Lani was moaning and writhing below him. “Show me what it’s like to get fucked by a werebear.”

  “God you’re sexy,” Matteo grunted. He squeezed his cock with his hand and glided the tip into her hole. “You’re so wet,” he said with a moan.

  She was so soft, so smooth. Matteo still couldn’t believe this was happening. He watched her face, Lani’s face, as it contorted in pleasure as he slid all the way in. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open as she let out a soft whimper.

  She rocked her hips under him trying to take him in further. He pulled his hips back, only leaving his tip in the entrance of her channel. She gasped and bit her lip. She massaged her tits and forced them towards her mouth. She sucked on her nipples while she waited impatiently for him.

  “That’s mean,” she whined. He smiled to himself as he teased her. She wanted him. Lani actually wanted him for a change.

  He pulled out of her completely, letting her anticipation build. Letting the frustration build.

  Matteo stroked himself while he watched her, aroused and out of control. Her hips were bucking and her tongue was coating her tits with saliva. She looked like she was ready to come and he had only given her one stroke.

  “Turn around on your stomach,” he commanded.

  Lani flipped over and raised her ass in the air. Matteo slid his hands up the back of her thighs and spread her ass cheeks apart. “Mmmmm,” he moaned as he stared at her spread open before him.

  He guided his cock into her wet pussy, thrusting all the way in with one quick pump. “Fuck,” she gasped. He squeezed her ass cheeks with a firm grip as he slowly pulled back, stopping only when the tip remained in her.

  “Again,” she moaned, writhing under him.

  He slammed back into her, his pelvis hitting her ass with a slap. She cried out and begged for more. She climbed to her knees and pushed back against him.

  He fucked her doggy style with firm, controlled pumps. Every thrust had her screaming and begging for more.

  She cried out his name as he increased his speed, increased the pressure.

  Matteo reached around and flicked her clit with his finger. She was panting uncontrollably and digging her nails into the hard dirt. He pushed her clit harder and rubbed it in fast, precise circles until she was moaning and screaming that she was about to come.

  Lani arched her back and Matteo kept up his relentless pace. He rubbed her clit furiously. “I’m going to come,” she panted. “Fuck!” She screamed as her body erupted in convulsions. Her legs shook and her back jolted up.

  Matteo pulled out of her and held his hard cock in his hands while she collapsed onto the hard dirt. She looked up at him. She was gasping for breath and holding her hand over her wet pussy.

  He wasn’t finished with her yet. He had dreamed of doing things to her for years. He wanted to see what she was capable of.

  “I want to see what you can do with your tongue,” he said, standing up.

  Lani licked her lips and swallowed hard as she stumbled to her knees. She grabbed his dick and swallowed it in her mouth, forcing it down until she gagged. She pulled it out slowly, squeezing her pink lips around his shaft and taking in all of her juices.

  “I taste good,” she said, licking her lips. “Now let’s see how you taste.”

  Matteo groaned as she took him in her mouth again. She was an expert with her lips and Matteo’s knees were buckling as she sucked him off harder than he’d ever been sucked before.

  He gripped her head as she polished his dick with her tongue. She squeezed his shaft and jerked him off as she worked her mouth with skill and intensity.

  He began to breathe heavy. His throat burned. She stroked harder. Faster. She opened her mouth and held his cock over her tongue as she hammered his dick with her hand. “I want to taste you,” she whined. “Come in my mouth.”

  The view of Lani on her knees before him, expertly handling his cock with her mouth wide open was so erotic and hot. Her left hand was knuckle deep in her pussy and her big tits were wet and shinny as extra saliva sprinkled down onto them.

  Matteo’s whole body was rocked as his orgasm burst. Streams of cum shot into Lani’s mouth. She opened her mouth wide and stroked him, desperate to get any last drop that he had.

  She swallowed his seed and then quickly took him in her mouth. “Mmmmm,” she moaned as she pulled and sucked out any last reluctant drops.

  His body trembled. He was too sensitive for any more stimulation. He pulled away and covered his cock with his hands.

  Lani smiled as she wiped the edge of her lips with her finger and then sucked on it. “You taste delicious.”

  She was incredible. Even better than he had ever dreamed of.

  How could he let her go now?

  seven

  Matteo jumped out of bed in a panic when he reached out for Lani and got an armful of crumpled blankets. They had slept in the same bed after they had sex in the forest. Well slept wasn’t exactly the right word. After round two she laid in his arms and Matteo forced his sleepy eyes open, desperately trying not to miss a second of it. The smell of her hair, the weight of her cheek on his bicep, the heat of her drool down his arm - well maybe not that part; he tried to memorize how it all felt. He would keep it with him if she ever left again.

  He glanced around the room and exhaled in relief when he saw her suitcase open on the chair. She was still in the camp.

  The smell of blueberry muffins made his stomach grumble. He pulled on some beige shorts and a white tank top undershirt and headed out.

  Sander was pacing around the campfire mumbling to himself in a rushed tone and jerking his hands around. Keene and Ellis were laughing at him, and egging him on further.

  “I bet you she is not putting the pans back in the right place,” Ellis said, chuckling.

  “She’s probably not even washing them properly,” Keene added, hitting Ellis’ arm. “I bet there’s pieces of food caught in between those little lines in the pan and she’s just leaving it like that.”

  Sander cursed and glared at Lani in the kitchen with a clenched jaw. He cursed again under his breath and went back to pacing.

  Ellis took a sip of coffee but had to put his mug down because he was giggling too hard. “I bet you she’s mixing up all of your spices out of alphabetical order.”

  Sander grabbed a clump of his hair in a fist.

  “Guys you’re going to give him a nervous breakdown,” Matteo said, walking past them to the kitchen.

  Lani was holding a tray of golden brown, blueberry muffins. Matteo couldn’t hide his grin. She was breathtaking. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail, unlike the huge mess it had been since she arrived, she wore no
make-up and her designer clothes were back in her suitcase, replaced with a pair of simple cargo shorts and one of Matteo’s old t-shirts. She looked stunning without the bright red lipstick and eye make-up hiding her natural beauty.

  “I hope you don’t mind,” she said, placing the tray on the counter and reaching in the oven for the second one. “I borrowed your t-shirt.”

  “It looks great on you,” Matteo said, something stirring in him. She looked so natural, so perfect. He was ready for round three.

  “Sander has been eying me since he woke up,” Lani said, looking over Matteo’s shoulder.

  “He doesn’t like anyone in his kitchen. Let’s leave before you give him a panic attack.”

  She placed the muffins on a large serving platter and they walked over to the campfire. The smell of the muffins caused the other cabin doors to open. The rest of the crew came stumbling out, rubbing their eyes, stretching and yawning.

  Sander rushed past them, flashing them a dirty look. He sprinted back into the kitchen and began opening the cupboards and checking inside.

  Ellis pointed and laughed. “Look at him,” he whispered. Sander held a pan up to the light and inspected the little lines. He shook his head, cursed and threw it into the sink.

  “I washed it,” Lani said, looking confused.

  Keene laughed and reached for a muffin. “Not to his standards you didn’t.”

  Amanda and Beckett approached from their cabin, followed by Finch and Jessica. Amanda grinned at Lani. “No make-up this morning Lani?” she said. “Trying to hide from the paparazzi or something?” She looked around the camp, straining her head in an exaggerated way.

  Lani rubbed the back of her neck. “About that,” she said. “I just want to apologize to everyone for the way I’ve been acting. It seems that keeping your bear caged up is not the best idea. It can make you a little kooky.”

  “Does that mean?” Beckett asked with a raised eyebrow.

  “Lani released her bear last night,” Matteo said.

  The crew watched her curiously. She took a deep breath and went on. “I’m not a famous actress,” she said.

  Amanda had a wide grin on her face. She was loving this.

  “I don’t know Ryan Gosling or Brad Pitt. I was in one movie, an instructional video, and I got fired. I’m not rich. In truth, I was practically homeless.”

  “What about the private jet?” Amanda asked. “You didn’t lie about that did you?”

  “Amanda,” Beckett warned.

  Lani’s cheeks reddened. “I’ve hurt a lot of you over the years with my actions.” She turned to Beckett and Ellis. “I haven’t been the best sister to you two. I’m sorry.”

  Beckett and Ellis looked at each other, unsure of what to do, unsure if this was some sort of trick.

  “Most of all I’ve hurt Matteo.” She held his eyes as she spoke. She looked full of pain. Full of sorrow. Matteo had to stop himself from rushing over and holding her in his arms. “I’ve been selfish and hurtful to a lot of people but…” she looked down at her hands. Her chin quivered. “But acting the way I have to my mate is just…evil.”

  “Your mate?” Beckett whispered under his breath. Matteo nodded to him.

  Lani took several deep breaths and held her head back up. “Look I don’t deserve anyone’s forgiveness. You guys have a great thing going here and I really don’t want to ruin it. I just wanted to apologize for everything. I’ll be leaving this afternoon.”

  “Well if you really have to go…” Amanda said.

  “Amanda,” Beckett warned again. “Lani you’re family. It’s true that you have been…difficult over the years but you’re my sister and any mate of Matteo’s is welcome to stay.”

  Amanda crossed her arms and looked away.

  “You’re a good brother Beckett and a good alpha,” Lani said. “Enjoy your muffins everybody. I’m going to go pack.”

  Lani splashed water onto her face and looked into her eyes through the bathroom mirror. She was proud of herself. She had taken the first step down the road to redemption. The shame was still there and she had a lot of work to do before she was redeemed but it was liberating nonetheless.

  She reached for the dark blue towel hanging on the shower rod and buried her wet face in it. It smelled like him. This is what she wanted now. A life with Matteo.

  She wanted a baby. A family. She wanted to have the look of happiness on her face that she saw in Alexi when she held her stomach. She wanted to have good friends and fun times. She wanted her brothers in her life again.

  But she still wasn’t sure if she deserved it. She had been pretty shitty over the years and she had to address that first.

  She had to leave. To work on herself. She couldn’t expect to be a good mate or a good mom if she still had unresolved issues. She would get her life together and then maybe one day she could come back and she could finally be with Matteo. She could finally be at peace.

  All of those years wasted.

  There was a soft knock on the front door. Lani hung up the towel and went to answer it.

  Jessica was standing there with a timid smile. “I was going to do some gardening,” she said softly. “Would you like to come help?”

  Before Lani knew what she was doing she wrapped her arms around her and swallowed Jessica in a bear hug.

  Jessica told Lani about her story as they walked to the vegetable garden. Lani pictured the events: Matteo bravely fighting Kai to save Jessica.

  “Do you miss him?” Lani asked. “Your brother?”

  Jessica knelt down in the soil and pulled a ripe tomato from a plant. “Everybody has good in them,” she said. “Some people just refuse to let it out.”

  Lani knelt down next to her in the damp soil.

  “I miss what my brother could have been,” she said, placing another tomato in the basket. “But I don’t miss what he became.”

  Would my brothers miss me?

  “You have bundles of goodness in you,” Jessica said. “I’m happy that you’re finally starting to let it out.”

  Lani looked down at her hands.

  “But these tomatoes are not going to pull themselves,” she said with a wink.

  eight

  Lani sat with Matteo by the river. The water rushed down, passing over and around trees and rocks, never to return. Every tiny droplet of water rubbed the hard rocks, curving them, shaping them, having an everlasting effect on them and then leaving forever. Matteo was her rock. She had helped shape him into who he was, for worse rather than for better, and now it was time for her to leave.

  “Please stay,” Matteo begged. “They all forgive you.”

  Lani’s jaw was tight, her shoulders stiff. She had already caused him so much pain. This was not fun. “I have some soul searching to do. It’s not fair to drag all of these nice people into my issues any more than I already have.”

  “They can help you through it.” His voice had a sense of urgency to it. “I can help you through it.”

  “It’s such a nice life that the Crew have created here. I can’t just come in here and ruin everything.” She watched the river flowing around a rock. “Maybe one day when I have truly embraced the werebear in me and my mind is at peace I can come back and be a valuable part of the Crew. Maybe I can contribute something worthwhile.”

  Matteo watched the river with slumped shoulders. “I’ve waited ten years for you,” he said. “What’s another ten?”

  “Come with me,” she blurted out.

  He turned towards her. He looked guarded and unsure. Like he wasn’t sure if this was a cruel joke or not.

  “Do you mean that?” he finally asked.

  Of course she did. Why not? Matteo was a part of her now. She couldn’t hope to find herself if she left half of her soul back here.

  “I do. Would you come with me?”

  He held her hand in his and her bear purred inside her. She was beginning to love that feeling: the warm vibrating of a contented bear.

  “I would follow
you to the center of hell.”

  Lani smiled. “I’m not asking you to go there,” she said. “I was thinking maybe Canada, Russia, Switzerland…anywhere with a thriving community of werebears. Maybe Sweden.”

  He leaned forward and kissed her. His goatee tickled her skin and sent shivers up her neck. His tongue was warm and smooth and slid against hers.

  He kissed her soft and tender, in direct contrast to the other night.

  Their kissing intensified as her pulse sped up. His hands found her breasts and hers found his belt buckle.

  They slid out of their clothes as he coated her body with light, delicate kisses. He guided her down until she was naked, lying on her back on the soft moss.

  She was the luckiest person in the world. She didn’t deserve his forgiveness but she was thankful to have it.

  He slid inside her and she moaned into his shoulder. He was so big, so thick. He filled her completely in such a satisfying way.

  Matteo was so gorgeous. How did she not see it before? She glanced down his hard, round chest to his ripped abs and the delicious V shaping his pelvis. He was way hotter than her. Her stomach was round and her legs plump. She was hardly the fit supermodel that was his equal.

  He grunted in her ear as he increased the pace. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him in for more.

  But he really didn’t seem to mind her body. That was the thing with werebears. They loved big, beautiful women and turned their noses up at the skinny chicks. She turned him on and that turned her on even more.

  He dug his fingers into her thighs and pulled her towards him, trying to get every last inch of his cock into her. His dick was perfect and before long her toes were curling and she was about to come.

  Their bodies were in sync, already as one, and they grunted and cried out as they came at the same time. He collapsed into her arms and she held her ankles wrapped around him, not wanting him to leave. Not wanting to feel the cold, emptiness of when he would pull out.

  She scratched his taut back muscles with her nails and his bear grumbled, vibrating on her breasts and making her nipples tingle.