The Duke's Teddy Bear Novels & Stories

“Teddy we are not authorized to let-.” “Open the fucking gates, Duke!”

I asked, taking a step back to get his hand off my hair. “There… you left that when you were leaving. You actually left everything back though.” He chuckled, pointing to a teddy bear in a glass case. A blue teddy bear that my Aunt Mandy had gotten for me one time. But I had not liked it very much. I approached the teddy bear, recalling how I had complained to Pietro about not liking the colour. He had bought me a teddy bear in my favourite colour that very night. “There is the one I got for you.” He pointed towards another and I felt my heart beat harder.

“I’ve made it my business, but it isn’t up to me. Never has been.” “It’ll be chaotic. He will not be accepted right away, if ever. If Andy can make it clear to the pack that he is untouchable, most will listen.” Duke’s confident tone was calming and my shoulders relaxed. His baby blues reassured me and when he smiled, his dimple reminded me of a crescent moon. I couldn’t help but smile back.

I wаrnеd, tugging аt hеr soon to be gоnе lоng hеr hаіr. "Dukе іѕ еіghtееn, оld enough tо fіght fоr hіѕ соuntrу. Dukе lоvеѕ mе аnd we are engaged. Duke slowly gоt tо hіѕ fееt lооkіng ѕсаrеd. Hе wаѕ about ѕіx-fоur, and аbоut 200 lbѕ. Wіth blond hair аnd blue еуеѕ, Dukе was handsome tо thе роіnt оf being рrеttу.

How thoughtful, really. There were times when I still wonder if Duke was truly a hundred and seventy-six-year-old vampire. He certainly didn’t behave that way other than displaying a calm demeanor when I feel like exploding. When he was serious, it was difficult to shake him up. But when he plays, he makes sure to play harder than anyone else. Womanizing and irritating the hell out of me were his ultimate hobbies. And he was proud of those hobbies. But if Duke would know how I reacted after our drinking session, my cock would be the least of his worries. I could definitely get it up although it applies only to a certain woman.

Satisfied with Lady Cawley’s disgrace, Edmund continued my supposed birthday fun at the Tarrick Gallery. Though I had never known her socially the image of her stayed with me instead of the shop wares. Fitz followed behind, his eyes burning into the nape of my neck. Disguised as a birthday present this outing was Edmund's reminder to the good and great of the town that he was Duke of Tarrick. The richest landowner for fifty miles and nearly everyone's landlord. Wearing a charcoal grey suit with a pearl waistcoat, he looked distinguished, if frail. I was his trinket. The sapphire brooch drawing gasps from onlookers as I reluctantly modelled his wealth.

Trent Sunderland cast a glance at Duke’s bucket and said indignantly, “Say, Duke, what’s going on? Why are the fish all heading to your bait? We’re yet to catch a single fish!” Duke continued to sit calmly by the bank. He was dressed in casual clothes, so when the spring sun shone on him and a light breeze blew at him, he looked even more handsome than usual. The group was lucky that there were no women around, or they would have started screeching at the sight of him. Trent clicked his tongue. “Gosh darn it, why are you so annoyingly hot? You’re not allowed to come to my house again!” His sister was just fifteen years old, and she was absolutely enamored with Duke. It would only get worse i

I gasped a wide smile making my lips it's home "You got me a big dolly thank you so much Kadu.." I said jump on him hugging him tightly. I caught him by surprise as he fell on the bed me on top of him my arms still around his neck, "Thank you thank you thank you so much Kadu.." "You are welcome Kara.." he said as I got off of him, " and it's not a big dolly it's a teddy bear.." "A tadu bar?" I asked "No a teddy bear.."

Whiskers, the worn teddy bear. “Still sleeping with this one?” he asked, his voice laced with amusement and something darker. “Sometimes,” I admitted, my cheeks burning. “When I’m scared.” He set the bear aside and pulled me closer, his hands sliding down to cup my ass through my soft lounge shorts. “No more needing a stuffed animal, little one. Daddy’s going to be the only thing you curl up with from now on.” His fingers dipped under the hem, brushing my bare skin. I wasn’t wearing panties underneath, something he’d noticed earlier with a heated look and a quiet “Good choice.”

Everything important. I told him about my favorite childhood memories. He told me about Kennedy stealing his things just to annoy him. I laughed so hard I almost didn't believe it was me. Theodore Duke. The man everyone feared. Had a sister who stole his clothes. It was strangely comforting. "You know," I said. "What?" "I never imagined you like this." He glanced at me. "Like what?" "Normal." He looked offended. "I'm offended." I laughed. "You know what I mean."