Cole: Black Bear Outlaws #3 (Mating Fever) (5 page)

I pulled the garment on, considered the matching stockings, but ruled them out quickly. It was too effing hot for that, and I didn’t plan to be clothed for long. I did pull on a sexy pair of lace panties and slipped my six inch tall Louboutins onto my feet. After a glance in the mirror, I held my head high and joined Cole on the porch.

“No matter how long I live here, I never really get used to it,” he said, not turning to look at me.

“Used to what?” I asked, moving quietly toward him.

“The untamed beauty.”

I smiled at that, thinking it was the perfect description for the man standing before me. He was tall, wide shoulders, chiseled jaw. But he also had a scar on his right cheek and that wild animalistic yearning in his eyes that most shifters possessed. He was gorgeous, almost with a boy-next-door look, but he radiated danger and excitement. If I hadn’t known he was a shifter, it would’ve been unnerving.

He held his hand out to me, and I gladly took it, wondering when he was finally going to notice my wardrobe change.

“Look over there.” He pointed to a ripple in the water near the far bank.

I squinted, seeing the movement, and then let out a tiny gasp when I realized what I was looking at. “Looks like we’ve got ourselves a pet gator.”

He nodded, still watching the water. “Perhaps more than one.”

We watched in silence as another ripple materialized. A slightly smaller alligator lifted its head out of the water, then followed the other one as they disappeared downstream into the shadows.

“Do they ever end up in the yard?” I asked, pressing my arm against his.

He turned and sucked in an audible breath. “Goddamn, Amberly. If you’re trying to get my attention, consider this a success.”

I smiled up at him. “I didn’t want there to be any question about my intentions.”

“No doubts here,” he breathed and moved to stand behind me as he slid my hair to the side, completely exposing my neck and shoulder. “It feels stupid to ask, but I have to anyway.” He paused to taste the nape of my neck. “Are you sure? Because I am. I’m sure about you, me, us, and if you’re game, I’m in. All in. So if this is a fling for you, tell me now before I lose even more of myself.”

My heart damn near exploded. Here I was, sexed up in the most seductive clothing imaginable, offering my body to this man, and he was asking if my soul was part of the deal. Tears of pure emotion stung my eyes, but I didn’t let them fall. I was too strong for that. And I wanted him too damned much.

“I’m sure,” I whispered. “About you, me, us. Show me what I have to look forward to.”

A low growl escaped his lips as his arms came around me, pulling me tightly against him. His breath was hot on my ear when he said, “You’re mine now.” Then one of his hands moved to my hip while the other pushed the strap off my shoulder, making room for him to scrape his teeth over my bare skin.

“Yours,” I echoed, and let my head drop back against his shoulder, my eyes closing from the pure pleasure of giving myself to him.

“For always,” he added and turned my head toward him.

I stared into his dark blue eyes and felt something give way in my chest, leaving me completely vulnerable, unshielded, as I willingly handed my heart over to him. “Kiss me,” I ordered.

“Gladly.” He bent his head down and covered my mouth with his, gently at first, but the kiss quickly turned heated and I opened my mouth, welcoming his hot tongue against mine.

Desire consumed me, spurred me on as I reached back for him, grabbing the sides of his rock-hard thighs. He responded by molding his body against my back, his large erection already pressing against my ass.

“You taste like honey,” he murmured just before nipping at my lower lips.

“And you taste like pure ecstasy,” I added, trying and failing to turn in his arms.

“Not yet, princess,” he murmured, slowly sliding one hand up to cup my breast. “I have some exploring to do first.”

I wanted to protest, to tell him I needed to wrap my arms around him, to hold him to me while our mouths warred, but I was too busy getting lost in his touch. One hand was caressing my hip, while the other was slowly undoing the laces of my slip.

“Your breasts are taunting me,” he said, his voice gravelly with desire. “So lush and full, begging for my touch.”

My nipples hardened at just his words as my right breast popped free.

“So fucking beautiful,” he said closing his hand around me, his thumb and forefinger gently squeezing my sensitive nipple.

I let out a low moan and wiggled my hips against him.

“Yes,” he breathed and went to work on my neck, kissing and nipping his way down to my shoulder.

Lifting one arm, I rested my hand his head, never wanting him to stop, while dying for him to move on to more pressing needs.

“Cole,” I nearly begged. “I need—”

“This?” He moved his hand from my hip, to my belly and slipped his fingers under the elastic of my panties.

“Yes,” I gasped out, nearly dying from anticipation.

“Not yet,” he teased and pressed his hips against me, letting me feel his excitement once more.

I dug my nails into his scalp, and rotated my own hips in a circle, pleased when he groaned in my ear. “Make me come, Cole. Right here. Right now.”

“Jesus,” he said and thrust his hand down my panties, one finger sliding along my slick heat.

My knees went weak as I bit my lower lip and jerked forward to meet his touch.

“So hot. So ready.” His other hand moved to free my other breast, leaving my chest completely exposed, the silk slip bunched up against my middle. But neither of us noticed as he went to work on my breast, caressing, kneading, and pinching while I whimpered with pleasure.

Every part of me was on fire with need. A blaze had ignited in my center and I couldn’t remember a time that had been more erotic. I turned my head and met his lips with mine once more, passionately thrusting my tongue against his over and over again, mimicking what I hoped was to come next.

His breathing became ragged while his hands became more insistent, more demanding. And when I broke away, gasping in a breath, he finally found his way home, thrusting his fingers into me as he bit down hard on my shoulder.

Thunder rolled through me instantly, the orgasm coming hard and fast. He held me tight, his fingers working me over while I gasped, unable to do more than hang on to him as the spasm rocked me.

My world narrowed to him and his heat and the roar of passion filling my senses.

“You’re so beautiful,” Cole said and resumed making love to my neck with his mouth.

I moaned, already feeling the tension between my thighs starting to rebuild. But I wanted more. Needed to touch him, hear him groan his ecstasy when I made him come. I pulled away slightly, and turned until I was facing him. “That was very nice.”

He glanced down at my bare breasts and cupped them in answer. With a wicked smile, he dipped his head and caught one nipple between his teeth.

I sucked in a sharp breath.

He let out a low chuckle then sucked, making my eyes roll to the back of my head.

“Oh, God,” I gasped and reached for the button of his pants.

He released me, and in a frenzy, we tore at each other’s clothes. It didn’t take long before he had me out of my slip, leaving me in only my heels. And although he did his best to distract me with his mouth and hands, I managed to finally get him out of his jeans and T-shirt.

And Lord in heaven. He was unbelievable.

Toned muscles everywhere. Rippled abs, rock hard thighs, and whoa, his man bits. Impressive was an understatement.

I stared at him, my eyes wide and licked my lips.

“Fuck,” he said with a groan. “Do that again and I’m going to come before you ever even touch me.”

It was my turn to chuckle as I reached for him, sighing when my hand wrapped around his velvety shaft.

His body jerked slightly at my touch, but he steeled himself, letting me do as I would.

“I want you inside me,” I said, stroking him lightly.

“Believe me when I assure you, we’re only moments from that.” He ran both hands up my arms, trailing his fingers over my skin.

“Moments?” I raised a questioning eyebrow, deliberately licked my lips again, and felt the flush of heat between my thighs when his eyes glinted with raw desire.

“Touch your tongue to your lips one more time, Amberly, and I’m not going to be accountable for my actions.”

“Promise?” I asked as I sank down, using his shirt to cushion my knees against the wood of the porch.

“What are you doing?” he asked, staring down at me, his entire body tense with desire.

“Exactly what it looks like I’m doing.” Wrapping my hand around him once again, I glanced up at him through lowered lashes and then ran my tongue over his tip, tasting him.

“Holy fuck,” he muttered and buried his hand into my unruly hair.

“Not yet, but soon,” I answered and then closed my mouth over his cock, taking as much of him as I could.

His low moans of pleasure spurred me on, and I took him deeper. He was so hard, so hot, so powerful, I started to ache to have him inside me; to know him in the final act of our mating.

“Enough,” Cole said, pulling away from me as if he’d read my mind.

I gazed up at him, admiring his naked form.

He gently pulled me to my feet, crushed his lips to mine and kissed me so fiercely, with so much passion, I got the impression he was trying to claim me with the force of his kiss alone. It didn’t matter. I was already his.

When he finally let me go, he stared down into my eyes for just a moment then said, “I think it’s time we moved to the bedroom. I can’t wait another minute to be inside you.”

I shook my head and turned around so my back was to him. Glancing over my shoulder, I said, “I’m ready now.”

Then I leaned forward and grabbed the railing.

“Here?” he asked, already moving to stand behind me.

“Yes. Here. Now,” I confirmed and pressed my hips back, showing my impatience.

He pressed his cock against my opening and paused. “You don’t want our first time to be in a bed?”

“No,” I growled and nearly whimpered when he inched forward, barely entering me.

“Ahh, you like that,” he teased, reaching his hand around and pressing his thumb to my clit.

I let out a loud gasp and slammed my hips back. He thrust forward at the same time, burying himself deep inside me, filling me.

“Yes,” I breathed. “More.”

He ran his thumb over my clit again and pumped his hips, groaning as I let out a cry of pleasure.

“More,” I begged again.

“Like this?” He pulled out, gripped my hips, and then thrust into me hard and fast.

“Ah!” I cried. “Yes, like that.”

His fingers dug into my skin as he held me still and took me, over and over and over again, each time burying himself balls deep as I cried out, loving each and every thrust.

“Jesus, princess,” he whispered as he bent over me, quickening his pace. “You feel so fucking good.”

I tried to answer, but his repositioning had caused him to hit just the right spot. Everything tensed, and a lightning fast wave of pleasure crashed through me as my cries turned high pitched and echoed over the water.

“Oh, fuck yes,” he said into my ear just before he slammed into me one last time.

My world exploded. I vaguely heard his roar of pleasure as shocks of pure ecstasy took over, making me lose myself in him, in us, in whatever we’d just shared.

After a moment, I felt his arms come around my waist and his hot tongue on my neck. “I’m going to take you to bed now, princess.”

My body was too content, my mind to agreeable. All I could do was nod.

He kissed my neck once more then straightened, and with more ease than should be legal, he lifted me up into his arms and carried me inside.

A
mberly lay beside me on the bed, her eyes closed and her breathing even. The moonlight streamed through the open window, illuminating her peaceful expression. The small tension lines that were normally at the corners of her eyes had disappeared. It was the first time I’d seen her without them.

I brushed my thumb over her smooth skin and vowed that if all it took was some mind-blowing sex to relax her, I was certainly up for the task. Literally.

All I had to do was look at her or picture her bending over for me back on that porch and bam—instant erection. I could wake her up, was dying to in fact, but the gentlemen in me wasn’t having it. She was at peace, exactly where she’d stay as long as she liked.

But when she woke up, all bets were off. Now that I’d had her, I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to get enough.

It was the fever.

But more than that, she was my mate.

Mine.

The word reverberated through my mind, filtered through my body, and filled my soul. She was mine. And I was hers.

I knew without a doubt that my entire life had just changed. She was a movie star, a darling of the big screen. She’d never be content living in Bayou Basin for the rest of her life, the wife of a security professional. At some point, once we caught the bastard who was stalking her, she’d go back to L.A., and I’d go with her.

It would be hard on my brothers. Ever since they’d both gone and had cubs, they’d been relying on me to pick up the extra work at the firm, but they’d figure it out. Maybe hire help. Maybe scale back. But whatever they did, it would have to be without me.

I’d found my mate. They’d understand.

“Hey you,” Amberly said, her voice full of sleep and sex.

A smile claimed my lips as I brushed a lock of hair out of her eyes. “Hey yourself, princess. Have a nice nap?”

She shook her head slightly and reached for me. “I missed you.”

“I was right here the entire time.”

“I know.” Her hand curled around the back of my neck, tugging me down. “I dreamed we were making love. Now I’m all worked up and in need of your cock between my legs.”

A shot of pure lust made me throb with need, and I rolled over on top of her, nearly losing my mind when she reached for me. “Do you have any idea what it does to me when you say things like that?”