Page 43 of Bearnapped at the Altar

He pushed the dress down, taking the bra with it. My boobs were out, on full display in this crowded room. Sweet moon, this was so hot. Barrett lowered his mouth to take one of my nipples into his mouth. He covered my other breast with his big hand, running his fingers over my nipple, bringing it to an impossibly hard peak.

“Barrett,” I moaned. I thought I was gonna explode.

He moved up my body, his forehead dewy when it brushed against mine. “I need you now, Tegan.” He groaned. “Do you want stay here, or go in one of the rooms?”

“The room.” I could barely speak. “But don’t close the curtain all the way.”

His lips curled into a wicked grin. He lifted me again, this time putting me over his shoulder. Just enough so I could see all the people watching us.

I pushed the curtain open as we passed it.

“You’re not so shy after all,” he said as he pulled the dress over my head.

I shook my head. Words were too much right now. I reached around and unhooked my bra and let it fall to the floor. Barrett’s big body was in front of me, offering some shelter, but otherwise, I was just in my drenched panties and stockings in this bustling, exclusive club.

My fingers shook as I unbuttoned his shirt and slid it down his shoulders. He was pure beast, rumbling, vibrating, and I practically expected fur to burst through his skin. But I was more than thankful that it didn’t.

His hands were on his belt buckle, and he freed himself from his pants. His cock was hard and ready for me. I dropped to my knees, taking my thick shaft into my hand, and opened my mouth.

Somehow, he managed to pull me to my feet. No words, he simply shook his head.

“Why?” What man would say no to a blow job?

“Turn around,” he growled. “This is your fantasy, and I’m going to make it come true.”

He was behind me now, and I was on full view to the entire room. He ran his hands over my body, the sensation driving me crazy.

“Hold on to the bar.” He guided my hands to the thick pipe above me. There was no hiding now. As terrifying as this was, I loved it. I had no idea how much this had turned me on until I found out Red Heaven existed, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. But I never would’ve been comfortable enough to do this with anyone but Barrett. He’d keep me safe. He’d worship my body, make sure anyone who dared to watch us knew I was worthy of being cherished.

Ravished.

Claimed.

His thumbs slipped into the thin straps of my panties and slid them down my thighs. Sweet moon, I was completely naked. He rubbed my hips, and his knee was between my legs, spreading them apart.

I was already dripping wet when his hand slipped between my thighs, but that didn’t mean Barrett didn’t take his time. By now, he knew all the moves that sent my body haywire. My body bucked forward, and the only thing keeping me up was the bar overhead, and his hand on my hip.

Barrett intensified the motion, taking my clit between his fingers and giving it a squeeze.

I saw stars. I cried out as I reached climax. Just as the band stopped playing. I felt like I was in the spotlight, all eyes on me.

My bear wrapped his arm around my waist. His other hand slipped away from my hip and I could feel him positioning that giant cock of his to enter me.

I had a feeling this might be his fantasy too, whether he knew it or not. There was nothing gentle about the way he entered me, his thrusts strong and fast. My muscles pulsed around him as if trying to trap him inside me, claiming him as much as he claimed me.

His hands moved to my shoulders, steadying me as he continued to slide in and out of me. The rhythm was relentless, and my next orgasm was building fast.

Barrett’s claws dug into my skin---claws? He was still human, but at the same time, he was all bear as he scraped his nails down my shoulder, marking me.

His shaft swelled inside me, and he came. We’d definitely gotten those condoms.

The two of us stood there, naked and panting, but forever intertwined.

“That was amazing,” I finally managed.

“That was just the beginning.” He kissed my dewy forehead. “I can’t wait to be wild with you, again and again.”