Roland, page 9
part #2 of Werebear Mountain Series
“There’s no going back once you’re mine…”
“I know, Rayner told me,” she said and met his dark gaze. “Your eyes are as sexy as hell that color.”
“You’ll be seeing that a lot…”
“I hope so.”
“Wait until I’m buried inside you, sweetheart, they’ll change color again.”
“Show me,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows and offering up his greatest wish like a challenge.
Roland’s bear pushed forward, and he didn’t want to stop it, but he wanted her slow – until he couldn’t control taking her like a wildling.
Roland lifted her and set her on her feet. Then, without saying a word, he reached for those sweatpants of his that she was wearing and yanked them down her legs.
Naked beneath, she looked like a damn Goddess, curvy in all the right places, and he’d half expected her to be shy with him, but she looked empowered.
Maggie kicked out one leg and climbed back onto his lap. She reached for the zip on his jeans, and his large hands came out as if he was going to stop her again.
“Don’t you dare,” she warned him, and those big hands hesitated, his eyes narrowed, and he held in place.
A heartbeat later and his cock was celebrating freedom, or as free as it could be, half wrapped in her fist. Roland growled. He wanted to let her play, but he was losing his damn mind, and he needed more.
“Sorry, got to,” Roland growled, and saw her eyebrows try to meet for just a moment, before his hands slapped against the curves of her backside and he was lifting her body upward, loosening her grip on his cock, before he put her right back down again. This time her sex was against his cock.
He lifted one hand, fisted her hair, and brought her lips to where he could claim them. His other hand reached under her backside, and he shifted position in the chair as he guided his cock inside her hot, wet channel.
The sound that she made in the back of her throat as his thick, long cock pushed up inside of her almost sent him wild. She was made for him, and the satin walls of her channel fitted tightly around his length like a glove.
He didn’t expect her to pull her lips from his, but she did, and she arched, making sure to get his cock buried as deep inside her as she could, and offering up her breasts to him on a platter.
Roland wasn’t about to refuse the feast. He sucked her hard nipples, licked, nipped, and feasted on her as he moved his hips and slowly took her up and down his cock – until she slapped her palms on either side of his face and dragged his head up and his gaze to hers.
His eyes were amber.
“Pretty,” she said.
“Not something a man wants to hear when he’s buried deep inside you, sweetheart,” Roland growled.
“Not deep enough,” she almost begged.
Roland didn’t need telling twice. He wrapped his arms around her and pushed up, kicking off his jeans as he crossed the kitchen and headed for the bedroom. His cock was still moving inside of her all the way there.
Then he reached the bed and reluctantly pulled out, only long enough to turn her in mid-air and set her down on her hands and knees on the bed. The sight of her on all fours, her curvy backside there for his viewing pleasure, one hell of a wicked look on her face as she tossed a look back at him over her shoulder and wiggled those hips, sent him wild.
Roland gripped his cock and brought it to her channel, a heartbeat later, and they moaned together as he thrust inside of her to the hilt. His beast rose up within him at the sight of her back, the curve of her shoulder … he needed to claim his mate. Body, mind, and soul.
Roland slapped his large hands against her curvy hips and felt the rise of his wild side within him. He tried to hold it back, for all of about ten seconds until Maggie pushed back to meet the thrust of his cock and moaned like a wild woman.
Roland loosened the iron grip of control on his beast. His hips slapped against the cheeks of her backside causing ripples in her flesh, and he could see her breasts swinging back and forth as he increased the pace and felt her inner muscles tightening around his cock, making him work harder to take her deep with each thrust.
He reached out and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her back against his chest, and he couldn’t help but run his tongue over her shoulder to the place where he was desperate to mark her as his.
The sound of the curse words that left her lips should have shocked the hell out of him, and yet, his little human mouse-mate had come alive in his arms. Gone was the cowardly lion and in was the demon-temptress, the seductress, and he was wild for her.
Roland felt her inner muscles tighten even more and he let his bear push forward. His fangs elongated, and he licked over her skin once more and waited those final few seconds until she came undone around his cock.
His fangs sliced into her skin like a hot knife through butter and he dragged them down. The taste of her blood on his tongue sent him even wilder as his bear roared at their union. The bond.
Roland licked up over her wound with a flat tongue, taking the last taste of her blood and savoring it as he sealed the mark into her skin.
His – almost.
He felt the fire of need within his blood to finish the bond between them and became frenzied as he took her right back up to another release, and thrust her over the edge.
His balls were aching to let go, and that hard clench and release of her inner muscles around his cock made that a certainty. His head strained back on his neck, every muscle in his body tensed, locking up, as he buried his cock to the hilt, and roared as his seed found her womb.
Over and over; he thrust to the hilt and gave her everything that he had to give, and even then, he still rocked his hips back and forth until she melted like snow in his arms.
CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
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“Not you again,” Dane growled at the sight of the vampire. “Why don’t you just move in? It’ll save the commute.”
“Because this place is a pigsty.”
“Well, you’re here so damn much why don’t you do something useful like clean it up?” Dane growled.
“So Barny bear can smash it up again? Hmm, no thanks.”
“What now?”
“I don’t like it,” Giles bit out as he shook his head at the thought of that crazy bear shifter on clan land.
It was bad enough that he couldn’t make it so that Bowie-bear had a damn accident, and now there was Tank. Damn, what the hell kind of a name was Tank anyhow?
Dumb-ass-bear.
“You know I have that exact same reaction every time I see you…”
“The new bear…” Giles tone was dry.
“The cub…?” Dane held onto his grin.
“Yes, him too.” Giles cocked an eyebrow at Dane, and then he caved. “Tank.”
“He’s not new.”
“He wasn’t here before…”
“He’s not here now…”
“He just left his mate…”
“Not his mate.”
“His cub…”
“Not his either.” Dane folded his arms and offered the vampire a smug look.
“Fine, you know something that I don’t go. So spit it out.” Giles grumbled. He did hate to be the last to know.
“Well, only cos you asked so damn nicely…”
“Get on with it. I’m aging.”
“If only that were true.” Dane snorted his contempt for the man. “His sister.”
“Hmm, interesting.”
“And she’s not staying.”
“Sure?”
“No…” Dane admitted.
They hadn’t spoken about time frames. Hell, for all he knew she might have been dumped there on them. He’d do the right thing by her if that was the case, because it was the right thing to do, and because … Rayner.
“Interesting…”
“Don’t read my damn mind.”
“Meh, it’s usually more interesting than what’s on a man’s lips. Now, tell me, if this Tank does come back. Then you’ll kick her out?”
“Maybe…”
“Hmm…”
“Imagine how I feel,” Dane growled with enough acidity in his voice to make it even more than plain that he had worries about Tank as well.
“You’re the damn alpha for Christ sake, put your damn furry, clawed big bear foot down, or up someone’s damn backside…”
“It’s Rayner’s idea. She likes the woman and kid.”
“Oh,” Giles said with a wince. Now he got it.
“Yeah.”
“Well, I’m here to warn you that…”
“You have your beady little eyes on us, got it.”
“I didn’t need to say it, and you didn’t need to hear it again, I like that.”
“Glad I brightened your damn day. Now, you can get your…”
“Ass off your land.”
“Yep.”
“Damn, finishing each other’s sentences for them,” Rayner called out from the front step of the porch. “Were you two an item before I came along?”
“You wanna…?” Giles motioned towards Rayner.
“Yep.” Dane sighed.
“Be my guest.”
“Gee, thanks,” Dane bit out on a long sigh.
“Oh, what about the other one?” Giles tossed back over his shoulder. “Any plans to bite Roland’s mate and turn her bear-shit crazy?”
“Hey, I’m not bear-shit crazy…” Rayner called after him.
“No, you just have anger issues.” Giles chuckled to himself, and then he was gone.
Dane stalked up to his mate, reached out and scooped her up. Rayner wrapped her legs around his hips and pressed her sex against his hard length.
“That had better not be because of him,” she teased and got a hard glare back from her mate for her trouble.
“That will never be even remotely damn funny,” Dane growled.
Rayner twisted her head to the side and frowned at him. “Alpha’s, no sense of humor,” she teased.
“Yeah, but I’m damn awesome in bed.” He grinned.
“That’s the only reason I keep you around.” She chuckled.
“About Mitzi and Joshua…” Dane said as he started back into the cabin with her.
“I think she might be good for Bowie,” she whispered against his ear, and the caress of her warm breath made him growl with need as he backheeled the door closed.
“You’re good for Bowie…”
“I don’t want to take all the glory,” she said. “Now, shut up talking and do what you do best.”
He couldn’t argue with that, well, he could, but he wasn’t about to.
The End.
A. B Lee, Roland
