Bear Necessities (9 page)

“I’ll
help.”

Cyn
eyed Ryan up and down. “Good. We could use some muscle around here.”

Glory
looked terrified. Bunny briefly wondered why, but got distracted when Tabby’s
hand landed on his shoulder.

She
used his shoulder for leverage and stood up. “Yes, master.” She bowed
dramatically to Cyn, wobbling a little bit. Bunny reached up and steadied her
with one hand on her thigh.

She
still looked a little pale. He stood and pulled her gently into his arms,
running his hands over her, healing her scrapes, doing his best to soothe her.
She settled in against him but continued to pout. “Are you up to riding?”

She
snorted. “I’m up to driving.”

That
might not be a bad idea. Bunny was beginning to shake, a reaction to his
exhaustion and the adrenaline rush. “Good idea. Hospital?”

She
glared at him. He’d healed almost all of her injuries. He knew she didn’t need
any x-rays, and apparently so did she.

“Right.”
He pulled his key out of his pocket and handed it to her. “The Marriott near
the college.”

“Got
it.” She twirled the keys around her finger and swung onto the bike. “Ready?”

He
narrowed his eyes. She looked incredible straddling his bike. Her black tank
top made her skin glow, emphasizing her green hair. Those damn painted-on jeans
strained against her thighs. Her high-heeled black boots rested comfortably
against the blacktop, bringing forth every dirty image Bunny had ever had about
women and motorcycles.

Fuck.
He could see her sitting like that in nothing but those boots and a smile. He
pictured it, her body hunched over the handlebars, her breasts swaying free,
that saucy grin on her face and her ass in the air, ready for him to take her.

He growled.
“You have no idea.”

She
pulled her helmet on and patted the seat behind her, enticingly close to her
ass. “Come on, sugar. Climb aboard.”

Bunny,
his control almost shredded, did, fastening his helmet. She was in for more
than one type of ride today.

“Hospital.”
He looked over at Cyn. “I mean it. She’s got a lump on her head. Are you sure
she should be driving?”

Bunny
fought the urge to roll his eyes. There was no way Cyn could know he’d already
healed Tabby’s injury, and no way he could explain it in such a mixed crowd.
“She’s fine.”

Cyn
glared at him. “Lump. Head. Hell, even Tabby’s thick skull isn’t crack-proof.”

“Hey!”
Tabby yanked off the helmet. “I feel fine now, thank you.”

“I
don’t.” Cyn grabbed Tabby’s helmet and held out her hand. “Hospital. Pinky-swear.”

Tabby
rolled her eyes and held out her little pinky. “I swear I’ll get my head
checked out.” Of course, they both knew Bunny had already taken care of it, so
her oath wasn’t necessary. And she’d phrased it in such a way that she could
honestly say she hadn’t lied.

Cyn
grabbed it with her own pinky. “Good.” She stepped back, obviously satisfied.
“Take care of her for me.”

“I
will.” He wrapped his arms around Tabby. This might even be better than when he
drove. He thrust his hips forward, cradling his cock against Tabby’s luscious
ass. “Believe me, I will,” he muttered for her ears only.

She
shuddered and started the bike. She pulled out into the street, careful until
they were out of sight of the store. “You know I don’t need a hospital.”

He did.
He’d never have let her drive if he thought for one minute she was impaired in
any way. The healing was complete. “I know.” He rubbed his hand briefly across
her breast. “But I know what you
do
need.” And, dear God, what he needed
more than anything.

They
pulled up to his hotel and found a parking spot close to the front door.
“Really? You think so?”

He
reached around her for the keys and turned off the bike. “I know so.” He helped
her up, tucking their helmets away. “Shall we?”

She
looked…disappointed. He knew he had to hold it together until they were in his
room. Once he had her in his temporary den, all bets were off.

They
rode the elevator in silence, Bunny’s hand wrapped around hers. It felt so
small in his big paw. His chest rumbled with a low growl. The thought that
anyone would try to harm his mate was inconceivable. She deserved so much more
than she’d gotten out of life so far. And he was just the man to see that she
got it. But first, she was going to mark him.

The
elevator dinged and she sighed, her shoulders slumping wearily. So far it had
been a hell of a week and they were both exhausted. That sigh quickly turned
into a gasp when he dragged her out of the elevator and almost threw her into
his hotel room. God, he needed her. If he didn’t feel her around him soon, he
was going to fucking explode. He had to erase the scent of her attacker from
her skin, the feel of him from her mind. He closed the door, pushing her up
against it. “Mine.”

“Yours.”
She was breathless, trying desperately to soothe him.

He
wasn’t in any mood to be soothed. He bit her right through her shirt, marking
her again, forcing her into orgasm. The scent of her pleasure teased him, drove
him insane. She had to be naked. He wanted the feel of her soft flesh in his
palms. He pulled at her shirt, ripping it half off her body, exposing her lacy
bra. He pulled one cup of the bra down, exposing one full breast to his hungry
gaze.

Oh,
fuck, she’s pierced.
A little gold ring dangled from her brown nipple, a green bead glowing against
her golden skin.

He
bent down and sucked her nipple into his mouth. He pulled on it relentlessly,
tongued the gold ring, and reveled in her soft cries. Her body began to
undulate against him, her hips pushing up against his erection.

He
grabbed her around the waist and picked her up, holding her against the door so
that he stood upright, her breast right where he wanted it. She wrapped her
legs around his waist and grabbed hold of his head, pushing his mouth right
where they both wanted it.

He
ripped his mouth away only to suck her other breast into his mouth. Her head
slammed back into the door. “Fuck, Alex.”

He
snarled. She’d called him Alex. No one called him Alex except his immediate
family.

Possessiveness
roared through him. She was family. She was
his.

He
looked up to find her staring down at him through Wolf eyes. Her fangs were
bared. “Put me down.”

He let
his fangs scrape her breast. The moan she let loose was music to his ears.
“Why?”

She
grinned. “I want to mark you.”

He
shuddered. “My way.”

“What?”

He
turned and threw her onto the bed, ignoring her startled screech. “My way.” The
boots had to come off before he could peel those jeans off her legs. He yanked
them off and quickly pulled off her jeans. He eyed the boots lying on the
floor. He wasn’t sure he’d allow her to wear those to work again. They screamed
fuck me
to him.

He was
the only one who got that pleasure.

Next
went the underwear. She lay there, watching him pull her clothing off, the
delicate lace ripping under his hands. He was using too much strength, leaving
bruises behind, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself. He needed to feel her
coming around him.

Once
she was naked , he stood up. “Play with yourself.”

Her
eyes widened for a moment before her lids dropped, her hands reaching up to pluck
at her nipples. Her thighs spread, allowing him to see the juicy lips of her
pussy.

He
nearly dropped to his knees, eager to worship the woman writhing on his bed. He
dragged his clothes from his body, not caring where they fell. He only knew he
had to climb up there and bury his face between the thighs of the woman he’d
claimed.

Tabby
watched Alex crawl up the bed. There was no way in hell he looked like a
Bunny
to her, not with that look in his eye. The expression on his face was one of
wicked intent, his gaze glued to her pussy. He licked his lips and everything
in Tabby quivered in anticipation.

Oh,
hell. He was going to eat her out.

At the
first swipe of his tongue, she gasped. Rough and wet and warm, it was almost
too much to bear. He licked and sucked and nibbled at her clit like a starving
man at a five-course meal.

It
almost made her forget about what
she
could do with
her
tongue.
“Turn around.”

He
paused. “Hmm?”

She
shuddered. She’d felt that hum through her entire body. She looked down at him.
“I want your cock in my mouth.”

If
possible, his eyes turned even darker. He knelt and tapped her hip. “Switch
places with me.”

She
grinned. If he knew what she had planned, he might not be so accommodating.
“Sure thing.” She let him settle down on his back before swinging her body over
his. She lowered her face to his cock, licking the drop of pre-come off. The
salty sweetness flowed over her tongue. “Mmm. You taste delicious.”

He
grabbed hold of her hips and tugged her down to him, sucking her clit right
into his mouth. She gasped, thrusting her hips back at him. Oh, yeah. The man
knew what he was doing.

Then
again, so did she. She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and took
him in, sucking on the flared head. She felt him pause before he attacked her
pussy with a vengeance. Her thighs trembled.

Hell
if he was going to get her off first. She had every intention of milking an
orgasm out of him before she marked him. She laved his slit with her tongue,
wringing more drops from him. He groaned, the sound vibrating through her
pussy.

Oh,
fuck.
He’d
moved his tongue to her hole, fucking her ruthlessly with it. His thumb danced
across her clit while he drank her juices. She bucked back into him, fucking
his mouth.
Shit.
She didn’t know how much longer she’d be able to hold
off that orgasm.

She
reached over and bent his knees for him, tugging on his hips to get him to
start fucking her mouth. It took him a few moments to get the idea, but once he
did, he fucked her in earnest, his tongue matching the movement of his cock in
her mouth.

She
suckled him in earnest now, dying for a full taste of her mate. The heavy
weight of him on her tongue was incredible, his scent driving her to the brink
of ecstasy.

Then
he did something, twisted his tongue or his thumb somehow and she was coming,
screaming around him, desperately licking at his cock to drag him along with
her.

His
mouth pulled away from her on a gasp. “So good.” His hands landed on her hair,
pushing her head down onto him. “Fuck, take it baby.” He damn near choked her,
but she didn’t care. She wanted him to come. She knew what would happen when
she marked him and wanted him primed and ready.

“Fuck!”
He poured down her throat, his body bowed. He came so hard, she did choke,
unable to catch all of it. She swallowed what she could, damn near purring at
the taste.

Then
she pushed his spent cock aside and marked him right where his balls met his
thigh.

“Oh
fuck
!”
She was sucking on the mark she’d given him, her pretty little ass swaying in
front of his face like she was wagging her damn tail.

His
cock was rock-hard in an instant. He waited until her fangs pulled free of his
flesh before grabbing her by the hips and lifting her up off the bed. She
squeaked in surprise. “Fuck me.
Now.
”

He
dropped her onto his cock. He didn’t even bother turning her around. She’d
marked him and now he was going to fuck her until the animals in both of them
were satisfied. He grabbed hold of her waist and pulled until he was sitting
upright, her thighs draped across his, her pussy dripping on him. He reached
around and began to strum her clit. “Ride me, baby.”

The
want he’d felt before was nothing compared to now. If she didn’t come on his
cock, he’d go insane. At least he thought so until she began to move, gliding
up and down his length with languid strokes designed to drive him crazy.

When
she rolled her hips, he felt his eyes cross from the exquisite torture. Fuck,
she was incredible. “Play with your breasts.”

She
moaned, throwing her head back against his shoulder. Her hands reached up and
began tugging on her nipples. He could feel the ripples moving through her
pussy with each stroke of her eager fingers. “You want more, baby?”

“Uh-huh.”

He
pinched her clit then soothed the minor hurt. “You want to come?”

She
cast him a sultry look over her shoulder. “Do you?”

He
grinned and thrust, letting her know without words how much he wanted. “Play
with your clit.”

He
moved his hands to her hips. He was going to give his woman a little help.

One of
her hands moved down to her pussy. He looked over her shoulder to watch,
wanting to see the rhythm her fingers moved in. He’d memorize it if he had to.