Grayslake: More than Mated: Bear Up (Kindle Worlds Novella) (9 page)

“Well, you know… a gal has to watch her guy.”

He’d been going to wait until tonight, really he had. He’d promised himself that he’d do this right. A candlelit meal, rose petals on the bed—he’d even bought the damn rose petals, they were in his truck—but the instant she looked at him like that, all bets were off.

“You weren’t the only one watching,” he whispered, leaning down to feather his lips over hers. She murmured, a soft sound of pleasure, and moved into his embrace. Wrapping his arms around her, he used his hand at the back of her neck to tilt her lips up to the perfect angle for his kiss.

Keeping it light was out of the question. As soon as her lips parted beneath his, all the years of control, of staying away from her broke, and he surged forward, sliding his tongue deep to taste her.

A low growl rumbled in his chest as he walked her backward toward the single bedroom. She went easily, her trust humbling, but it was her kiss that almost brought him to his knees. Hot, open-mouthed and passionate, she held nothing back. Her small hands tugged at his shirt, pulling it up with impatience.

“I think we’ve waited long enough then, don’t you?” She broke away with a pant, watching as he peeled the shirt off over his head to drop it unheeded on the floor. Lifting her hand, she beckoned him as she backed up with a sexy look on her face. His growl slipped free this time and he stalked her, need and desire surging through his body. The world reduced down to just the cabin and the two of them. Down to the next step he took, with all the speed his werebear physiology was capable of, and swept her back up into his arms. She squealed in delight and clung to his shoulders as he carried her through the door, kicking it shut behind them.

“You’re mine, Kacie, you always have been. You just didn’t know it,” he rumbled softly. “And tonight I’m going to prove it to you.”

O
h hell yes
. Finally.

Kacie melted at the look in Dean’s eyes as he set her down carefully by the side of the bed. The clear hazel was muddied with need, longing and a deep, dark heat that made her shiver. He didn’t speak. Didn’t need to. The tension that rose between them said all that needed to be said. She lifted on her tiptoes to kiss him, reveling in the differences in their sizes. He’d always been well-built, his body the subject of much subtle, and some not too subtle, ogling from the women in the town. But now she got to feel those muscles up close and personal. Got to run her hands over his broad chest, exploring the solid width of his shoulders before running her hands lower across a stomach with abs as hard as cobblestones.

He groaned and grabbed her hand, shoving it down against the hard erection pressing against his jeans at the same time his mouth crashed down over hers. She moaned, the sound lost into his mouth. A thrill shot through her as she traced his length and girth. He was huge. Way bigger than she expected. A thrill of nervousness raced through her, tempered with sheer desire. She couldn’t wait to feel him filling her.

He broke from her lips to trail a hot line of kisses along her jaw and up her neck, hands pulling her shirt from her jeans. She wriggled to help him. Within seconds, the shirt was gone. A sigh escaped her as his hands, large and warm, stroked across her bare skin and then slid upward to cup her breasts. Lazy heat rolled through her body as she arched her back, offering more of herself to him.

“So soft and delicate.” His voice was hoarse and full of need as he nuzzled behind her ear. “Beautiful.”

Her knees weakened as need shot through her, arrowing down to her core. His touch affected her like no man’s had before. She was no innocent, had had boyfriends before, but it had always felt like something was missing. Now she knew what. They hadn’t been Dean. It was like her body had been made for him and reacted only to his touch.

Her hands shook as she found his belt buckle, trying to undo it to get his pants off. She wanted them naked and on the bed, preferably yesterday. A growl slipped from her lips as she couldn’t get the leather to work loose.

“Help. I want you naked,” she whispered, dropping a kiss on his bare shoulder. Then, driven by instincts she didn’t understand, she nipped him lightly.

Nothing could have prepared her for the response she got. A deep snarl rolled up from the center of his chest and the next moment she found herself flat on her back on the bed with Dean braced over her.

“How about I get you naked first…and then I’m going to make you scream my name.”

Oh god.

Unable to answer with more than a nod, she gasped as he pulled at her jeans. He didn’t undo them, instead, the sound of tearing fabric filled the air and suddenly the denim, and her panties, slid down her legs. Heat hit her cheeks but she ignored it, twisting her arms behind her back to unclip her bra. Sliding it free, she dropped it over the side of the bed and lay back.

Warily, she watched his face as his gaze swept up from her bare feet all the way up. Would he like what he saw? She’d seen his girlfriends over the years… all from out of town; blonde and leggy. Everything she wasn’t. The impulse to move, to cover herself with her hands, almost won out. But as soon as she started to move, he was there.

“No.” His voice was hard as he grabbed her wrists and held her arms out to the side. “Never hide yourself from me. You’re beautiful…and all mine.”

“Ohhh…
god
,
yes
…” she managed as he slid down her body, using a hard knee to part her thighs before he slid between them. His hot breath on her inner thigh made her jump before he parted her gently with his thumbs. Her body tensed, anticipation almost killing her, and then he swept his tongue over her and her hips jerked off the bed. Liquid heat escaped her, bringing another flush to her cheeks at how easily her needy body responded to him. Would he think she was easy?

But he growled in approval, hands hard on her hips as he feasted with abandon. Whimpers filled the air and she writhed as he nibbled and licked at her clit. He moved down to tease the entrance to her body with his clever tongue, circling it before he thrust inside and she lost her voice. He alternated fucking her with hot, fast stabs of his tongue and torturing her clit with hard licks and nibbles until she thought she’d go out of her mind.

Tension built up in her core, so tight she wasn’t sure she could take anymore, that she would shatter apart any second, but she didn’t. He played her body, teased her reactions and filled her senses while holding her right on the edge of pleasure. But it wasn’t enough. Would never be enough. She needed him over her, within her, covering her even as he filled her over and over again.

“Please… Dean…” she begged, reaching for him. She was done with his teasing. “I need you. Just you. Please.”

He left off his sensual torture, the sound of tearing denim loud in the room as he got rid of his jeans. Then he was back, leaving a trail of kisses as he crawled up her body. Each one made her shudder, her body no longer her own. Passing her breasts, he licked over her nipples with lazy swipes of his tongue and then braced himself over her to claim her lips in a carnal, open-mouth kiss.

She moaned, clinging to him. He was huge, bigger and harder than she was, heavily muscled. She’d never thought of herself as a typical woman, so the primal instincts that thrilled at his dominant manner took her by surprise, but she liked it. Liked the way he held her—protective and possessive. Like she was the most delicate thing in the world, to be protected and… all his.

He moved without warning, holding her close to turn them over so that she sat in his lap. His face was tight as he looked up at her. “Easier this way. You have more control.”

She easily read his worries. “Shhh, I’m a big girl. You won’t hurt me. I promise.”

He didn’t move, still watching her.

She frowned, wariness creeping into her. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

“Bears…” he seemed to struggle with the words. “When bears mate, there’s… it’s different from human marriage, love. There are no words. Instead…” He sighed. “I’m sorry, Kacie, but I have to bite you.”

Her eyebrows shot up. “Bite? Not as in love nips, I take it?”

He shook his head, worry in his eyes. “Bite, bite. I have to leave a mark on your shoulder. Then everyone knows you’re mine for always. No divorce, no nothing.”

Her surprise filtered away under an onslaught of warmth. He’d always be hers then. The ultimate commitment.

“Go on then… I know you won’t hurt me.”

Surprise filled his eyes, his nostrils flaring suddenly. Heat followed and he nodded, decision obviously made.

Reaching between them, he fisted his cock, pumping the rigid length a few times before fitting the broad head against the entrance to her body. He checked her face again before easing her over him. Sinking down, she groaned as his thick intrusion parted her pussy lips… then stopped.

“Oh fuck, you’re tight.” He groaned, pulling back before pushing upward again. Large hands spread out over her hips. Biting her lip, she tried to relax as he fed his cock into her, seesawing so he slid into her a little more each time. Finally, he was buried in her to the hilt, her pussy throbbing as it stretched tightly around him.

His eyes were dark as he reached up to pull her down for a kiss, his tongue driving as deeply into her as his cock was in her cunt. She whimpered as he stroked her, teasing her and tempting her to join the erotic dance. She did, winding her tongue around his.

Then he started to move. He rocked his hips just a fraction, and sensation exploded within her. He held her close as she rode him, slowly at first but with increasing speed. His hips rocked, each thrust upward stroking nerve endings that sang in pleasure at his touch. She couldn’t hold in her gasps, her hands spread out over his strong arms as he impaled her on his thick cock again and again. Giving up all pretense of control, she let him lead the way, using his strength to control their motion and bring them both pleasure.

Time had no meaning as they moved together, her hair a dark cloud around them as she leaned down to claim his mouth again. He kissed like he fucked—hard and demanding but with an edge of sweetness she knew she’d never get enough of. The tension and need in her body escalated, her movements becoming jerky as she reached the edge.

“Dean,” she whispered, breaking away to whisper against his lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too, sweetheart,” he rumbled again, a bear sound of pure pleasure as he kissed along her jaw feverishly and then along her shoulder. “Now come for me.”

His hold tightened as he thrust up again, rolling his hips to grind his pelvis against hers. The movement trapped her clit between them, and she moaned in pleasure. At the same time, he bit her, sinking sharp teeth deep into the fleshy part of her shoulder and claiming her with his body and his soul.

Ecstasy exploded through her as her climax hit hard and fast. He growled as her pussy gripped his cock, milking him in her pleasure, and he sped up. Holding her still, he took her with a power and precision that fed the release that rolled through her. Hard thrusts claimed her, body and soul.

Then his rhythm broke down, and his thrusts became uncoordinated. Breaking from her shoulder, he slammed into her a last time, throwing back his head and roaring his release as his cock pumped his seed deep within her. She felt every pulse and jerk, murmuring in pleasure as she wrapped herself around him.

They stayed that way for long minutes, their bodies coming down from the high. His big hands stroked idly over her back until, finally, he lifted his head to look at her. Love filled her at the look on his face—totally contented and at peace. Leaning forward, she placed a gentle kiss on his lips. He was hers, and she was his. After years being apart, they’d finally found one another.

But that didn’t mean she was finished yet. A twinkle in her eye, she sat back, rocking her hips so that his still hard cock slid within her tightness.

“Now, I believe someone promised to…” she paused to grin, “Bear up and show me some stamina…”

T
all
, dark and handsome, she’s watched him from afar for years...

Back in Lizard Lick after a broken engagement, Kaitlyn Turner has two things on her mind: regaining her independence and having a good night out with her bestie. Only somehow, their celebrations include hitting up the local tattoo parlour. The Tattoo parlour run by Creed, her late brothers best friend. Hot as Hades, he’s the one man she knows she can’t have, but the one she’d kill to have look at her as more than a kid sister.

Petite, curvy, beautiful…and human. She’s everything he wants, and everything he can’t have. 

Werebear Creed is a loner in the Lizard Lick pack. Tall, powerfully built, and mean as hell, he holds rank as an enforcer despite the fact his bear prefers to stay well hidden. No matter, he can enforce pack rules in human form… even against fully shifted bears. They might call him a half-skin but no one wants to piss him off. Ever.

He doesn’t care what they think. Until Kaitlyn Turner walks back into town. He’s wanted her for years, but she’s human and he’s a bear. No can do. But then an attack brings her over into his world and the path is clear.

She’s always been his…now he’ll claim her. Even if he has to fight the whole pack to do so...

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Tall, blond and handsome has been tailing her for months.

But born a warlock and trained by a demon, Beth Roark isn’t a woman to be put off her game by a pretty face, not even when he almost catches her on her last job, the last job, the one that will fund her retirement from a life of crime. One soul-stealing kiss and she’s gone, but he’s not that easy to get rid of. And neither are the bully-boy wolves who first hired her to steal for them and now want her head on a platter.

She’s mysterious, beautiful and a professional thief.

Werelion Alex Sullivan is the best at what he does, tracking people who don’t want to be found, but even with his skills, bringing in infamous antiquities thief ‘The Cat’ is proving to be somewhat difficult. She’s as good at not being caught as he is at catching people. When he gets the drop on her, he realizes why. She’s a magic user. And his mate. Just one problem, the people who own the artefact she just stole want it back… and her dead.

He needs to find her before they do, or risk losing his mate before he can make her his…

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He can't shift, she can't control hers...

Half-breed lioness Renae Brogan is a cat on the run. Leaving her asshole ex meant leaving her pride or losing her life. Now she's hiding out in Deal's Gap, Tennessee, with a new name and a new look. Pity she can't do anything about her inability to control her chaotic shifts. But nobody's perfect...

Hale Roark is a warlock with a muddy bloodline and a weather speciality. Some shifter blood way back when means he can't bond with a familiar and unlock his true magic potential but no worries, he's plenty powerful without one. Bounty-hunting runaway weres is a damn good living, and the fact that he's as mean as sin is an added bonus.

Until he's hired to find one wayward lioness and tracks her down to Deal's gap. It should be an easy job. Track the female, deliver her back to her pride for them to deal with, no questions asked. Until he finds her. Then he skips straight to the answers.

One, She's beautiful... Two, She's his familiar... Three, He'll change the rules of magic itself to make her his.

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Misha and Borys sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G …

Misha falls in lust at first sight with the big, sexy bear shifter, but she doesn't have time for his mating nonsense. Raised in Russia by tiger shifters, she came to America to follow up on her first real lead for finding her biological family.

Borys wants the smokin’ hot bear who recently wandered into town. Now all he has to do is convince Misha that she’s meant to be his. The stubborn woman won’t give him the time of day, though, saying she’s looking for her kin.

His biggest problem? He might be the family she's looking for.

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