The Bear Treatment
by
Doris O'Connor
(@mamamd8)
Thanks so much for having me here today with my new release The Bear Treatment.
How do you make a move on your cousin’s best friend? That is my hero’s dilemma in the Bear Treatment. He has known Louisa since she was knee high, but she has only ever given him the death stare. Besides, his cousin would have had his pelt for a rug, had he tried anything.
Then there is the small matter of his being a shifter, and the whole council rules—not that they bother with him much. His family are not precious pure bloods. In fact, most of his side of the family can’t even shift anymore, their blood lines too diluted by centuries of mating with humans.
None of that would matter, however, if Louisa showed the slightest interest in the lifestyle. Instead she has only ever expressed disgust, despite all his instincts screaming at him that she is a natural submissive. So imagine his surprise when she turns up in his spa, and books an introduction into wax play.
Blow this bear shifter down with a grasshopper, there is no way anyone but he will give her that taste, especially as she’s just been dumped by another sorry excuse of a dick, who didn’t know what a precious gift submission is.
Still, it saved Luke form tearing the man limb from limb, and now that he’s got his girl where he wants her, nothing and no one is going to stop him from giving Louisa the bear treatment...
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| The Bear Treatment |
Blurb:
There’s nothing quite like being
dumped by another good-for-nothing boyfriend to focus a girl’s mind. Fun has
been missing from Louisa’s life for far too long, and a bit of wax play at the
spa-with-a-difference is just what she needs to take her mind off her birthday.
What can possibly go wrong? It’s not
as though the man she’s been secretly lusting after for years would turn up and
see her in all of her wobbly bits glory, or give her one mind blowing orgasm
after the other, is it?
That would mean she is getting the
bear treatment. You know the one—ends up being mated to one droolworthy,
dominant, bear shifter—and ticks off the council no end. One thing’s for
certain. After this birthday nothing will be the same again.
Be Warned: BDSM, spanking, wax
play, anal play
Excerpt:
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.
“That’s it, my sweet. Ride those
fingers. I can’t wait to see your little hole stretched with a butt plug to
prepare you for my cock, and you will let me take you back here, won’t you?”
The veins on his neck stood out, his
smile showed his fangs, and with the eyes of his bear looking down on her he
never looked more the wild animal he had inside than right now. The thought
should have terrified Louisa, but instead it had the opposite effect on her.
She was his prey, his for the taking, and the thought turned her on even more.
“Yes, yes, God yes, I’m yours to do
with as you please, Sir.”
Her whispered answer made him step
up his assault on her senses, and everything inside of her drew tight as she
climbed up those rungs of lust until the world narrowed to just the feel of his
fingers in her ass, and his big body covering her.
Luke bent closer, not once slowing
his fingers as they fucked her into another orgasm, and then he kissed her. His
tongue mimicked the action of his digits, and she kissed him back until her
lungs screamed at her they needed air, as her body shook in the grip of the
tremors wracking through her. She winced when he withdrew his fingers from the
tight clasp of her ass, and then gasped when he shrugged out of his shirt. The
man’s torso was magnificent and sprinkled with liberal amounts of hair that she
wanted to run her fingers through. His pectorals flexed as he threw the shirt
across the room, and she let her gaze admire the play of muscles. The way his
hair thickened to a dark trail that acted like a beacon to his magnificent
cock. Despite her earlier attention to that particular body part, he was once
again erect. Veins ran along the length of the impressive organ, and the thick
mushroom head glistened in the muted lighting of the room. Louisa licked her
lips, suddenly desperate for another taste of his salty musk, and Luke laughed.
Low and menacing, the sound was more animal than human, and set her arousal to
fever pitch.
“Not this time, my sweet. This time
I want to bury my cock into your tight cunt. I want to see your lips stretched
around my girth, as you struggle to take all of me, but you will, won’t you,
pet? You’ll milk my cock like the good little subbie you are, and you’ll gush
your cream all over my dick again and again, won’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.” How she managed to force
the words past her kiss swollen lips she would never know. Her gaze was riveted
to his cock, where Luke was fisting himself slowly. He squeezed the tip of his
dick until his pre-cum slid on his fingers and with a wicked grin held those
digits up to her mouth.
Louisa opened up eagerly, only too willing
to taste him again, and she groaned when he hooked those fingers inside her
mouth holding her in place while he ran the tip of his erection through her wet
slit repeatedly. He bumped into her clit at every upstroke, sending jolts of
electricity through her system, and her nostrils flared as she tried to breathe
through her nose.
“Look at me, pet.”
His rough command made her eyes snap
to his again, and she swallowed hard around the digits in her mouth. The
intensity of his golden gaze was hard to take, as he pinned her in place with
the sheer force of his will.
“You’re mine, and when I sink my
cock into your cunt, I’m going to sink my fangs into your flesh and mark you as
mine.”
Author Bio:
Glutton for punishment would be a
good description for Doris… at least that’s what she hears on an almost daily
basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from
adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with
children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive
husband. Domestic goddess she is not.
There is always something better to
do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the
locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her
characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will
find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any
peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.
She likes to spin sensual, sassy,
and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good
as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting
love stories are guaranteed.
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