Page 31

31

BEAR

Later, Bear wasn’t sure how long they went on for. He had been sexless for so long after his first wife had died, he hadn’t realized how much pent-up tension he’d been storing. Now that he finally was with a woman he cared about—and who ignited his passion again—he couldn’t get enough of her.

And Aleena was able to match him. She sucked him eagerly, taking as much of his shaft as she could in her mouth and stroking him until he came down her throat again and again.

Then it was Bear’s turn to taste her once more. This time he got her to sit astride him and press her soft, sweet pussy directly to his mouth. This kind of “face-sitting” was popular with the Kindred, who loved to taste their women and in fact, had a biological need to give their mates oral pleasure.

Bear enjoyed it thoroughly—he loved feeling surrounded by his wife…loved the feeling of her deliciously thick thighs on either side of his head as she rode his tongue to ecstasy again and again. Her honey flowed freely and he licked it up eagerly, loving that he was enveloped in her scent and taste.

And all the while she tugged on his hair and moaned his name or called him “my husband” and “my Bear” as she came for him over and over. Then he was hard all over again and it was her turn to lick and suck him once more…

It was a wild night and Bear was tempted to take her then and there and fill her with his cock and Bond her to him. But somehow he managed to remember his vow—it was a binding vow taken before the Goddess herself in the Sacred Grove, he reminded himself. He couldn’t break it—he would be dishonoring his wife’s memory. So he kept himself in check…but just barely.

“Oh, my Bear,” Aleena sighed happily as she cuddled naked in the crook of his arm when they had finally sated themselves. “I never dreamed that married life could be like this! I was always told that it would be painful and that my husband would beat me.”

“Nobody’s going to lay a fucking finger on you, baby,” Bear growled. “You’re so sweet and soft—how could anyone think of hitting you?”

“I don’t know…it’s just what husbands do to wives here.” She shrugged and laid her head on his shoulder, her hair spilling over his chest like a brightly colored shawl. “I’m so glad you’re not like I was told to expect. I’m so glad you’re sweet and kind instead of cruel.”

“Of course, baby.” Bear stroked her hair and wrapped his arms around her protectively. Goddess, he hadn’t felt this close to anyone since Zelia!

The thought of his dead wife’s name sent a stab of guilt through him. He might not be breaking his vow totally but he was at least bending it quite a lot.

But the next minute Aleena snuggled closer and placed a soft kiss on his cheek and he was able to push the thought aside. How could he help caring for his sweet, curvy little wife? How could he not give her pleasure and release when she’d had such a traumatic time tonight? He had to heal her—to make her feel better, he told himself.

What was so wrong with that? Nothing at all—right?

But still the guilt gnawed at him and had a hard time pushing it away…