What a Bear Wants (11 page)

         
Fallon swallowed, trying to ignore the fact that his chasing her had done nothing but wake her wolf. She’d been relatively calm moments ago, her mind focusing on the memory of his kiss from the night before. And now...well now she was confused as to why her nipples were so hard. Not to mention...

          “Why
were
you chasing me?” She questioned, stilling as soon as Ransom’s still shifted gaze focused on her again.

          “Because you ran.” He accused.

          She tried pulling away. “Because
you
roared.”

          He held tighter. “Because I’m frustrated with
you.”

         
“Really?” Her query was soft. To someone with common sense, it would’ve been
too
soft. 

          “
Yes.”

         
“Heh.” She said...right before she punched the oversized asshole in the face!

          Ransom jerked back from her, holding his jaw. “
Ow! What the fuck?!”

          “You’re frustrated?!”
It was Fallon’s turn to roar. “
You’re
frustrated?!” She shoved him. “You have a lot of fucking nerve you furry, over-hibernating, unstable son of a bitch!”

          “What is
wrong
with you?” And he had the nerve to actually look confused.

          “What’s wrong with
me?”
Fallon tamped down the growl building in her chest and simply threw up her hands. “Fuck this shit. I’m tired of your goddamn games.” She turned to walk away but found herself snatched backwards.

          “Don’t. Walk. Away. From. Me.” Ransom’s hands gripped her biceps. “I’m not playing games with you.”

          “Then what are you doing?”

          “Trying to figure out the best way to deal with your stubborn ass!” He thundered as he spun her back around. “Do you get how hard it is to figure you out?”

          She slapped his hands off. “It’s even harder when you don’t—”

          Grabbing the front of her t-shirt the same way he’d done the night before, he hauled her closer. “If you say I don’t know you one more time, you won’t be able to sit for a fucking week.” Ransom jostled her a little. “Do you understand?”

          Fallon slowly nodded, taking full heed to the threat.

          “No, I don’t know the small things. Like your favorite color or what type of inappropriate shit makes you chuckle when you’re alone. And I don’t know if you prefer venison over moose or if you like to hunt first thing in the morning as opposed to late at night. I have no idea what your complete life story is and I’m clueless to whether or not you like anywhere else in the world aside from Colorado.” He let go of her shirt and framed her face in his huge palms. “But I do know you’re not as hard as you like for everyone to believe and that you have to be some kind of leader to inspire the blind loyalty that you do in your pack mates. I
do
know you’re funny and that you can complete full sentences with verb and subject agreement. I
do
know I like the fact that you’re clearly not too hung up on performing bullshit shows of strength to prove how worthy you are to the rest of the shifter-community. I
do
know the way you amble around in your
incredibly
sized hiking boots is probably the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my fucking life. And I
do
know how I felt the first time I saw your face in that magazine.” Ransom stared down at her, those fascinating amber irises sparkling like polished stones. “If you give me a chance, I can learn the rest Fallon. The moment I caught your scent I realized how much I’d lied to myself. It was never Wilder Lodge I wanted. It was you...
always
you. I can’t explain it. I can’t compartmentalize it. It scares the living fuck out of me but it’s there. Whatever this is, it isn’t going away and we could fight it, we could run from it but we both know that would only make it worse. I stepped away from you last night because giving into that moment would’ve been an invitation for you to try and forget my name this morning.” He ran his thumbs across her cheeks, leaned in and whispered softly, “When all I really want is you screaming it.”

          Fallon kissed him. What other response could she have given to that blatant, scary,
extremely
risky statement? There wasn’t another response. There was truly nothing else she could’ve done aside from gripping the silver tipped strands of thick dark hair at the nape of his neck and bringing his head down as she went up on her tiptoes and met him a third of the way with her mouth; pouring everything she had in her behind that one gesture.

          When had a man—whether he were canine, feline or bear—
ever
been that candid and sweet with her? They hadn’t. Fallon had yet to meet a man willing to fight so hard just to gain her attention. If she were honest with herself, she’d admit that all his goddamn emails and gifts had freaked her out because she wasn’t used to such a blatant pursuit. Predators were sneaky but Ransom was...well he was Ransom. Clearly he operated a bit differently than what she was used to. Right now, at this very second, that was okay.

          It was okay for her to be a little selfish and enjoy the way his tongue stroked against hers. It was okay for her to let the little moan in the back of her throat out. It was okay to like how he pulled her into him with a gentle strength that made her feel something that she hadn’t in a long time—soft and feminine. God knew she needed this, needed
him.
And she was going to take everything he had to give. Whether it lasted or not. Fallon was going to enjoy every sensation Ransom caused.

***

          Somewhere along the way he’d lost his own control while trying to get Fallon to relinquish hers. Ransom hadn’t meant to let his baser side take over but the thought of Fallon giving herself to anyone else had tapped into something that he kept buried. His roar had been out of frustration and his chasing her had come from instinct. In that moment, Fallon had been prey and all he could think about was catching her, making her face the fact that time and what they didn’t or didn’t know about one another no longer mattered. They were, quite simply, meant for one another. And he should’ve known it the moment he felt a tug in his chest just from looking at a simple picture of her. Should’ve understood what the pull was when he caught the unadorned scent of her skin.

          He wasn’t in love...at least not yet. Realistically it would take them way more time to get there but he knew it would happen. Right now he just understood what she was to him and he accepted it because the moment he touched her, kissed her, his nomadic urges faded like they never existed. She amused him, frustrated him and touched something in him that no one else had access to. She was his and he’d make her see that one way or another.

          When she emitted a rumbling growl as his palms snaked up the back of her t-shirt his balls drew up tightly. Ransom wanted her more than his next breath. The way her tongue met his, the taste of the orange juice she’d had for breakfast filling his mouth, made his dick stiffen with unrelenting need. He wrapped his arms around her, lifting her off her feet and enjoying how soft she was compared to him, how small.

          His heart hammered in pace with her own as she wrapped her legs around his waist, aligning her pelvis with his and rocking into him. Ransom’s hands connected with the rise of her ass, encouraging her to continue her slow grind against him.

          Her fingers found a spot at the base of his skull and lightly scratched. He jerked back with a gasp at the sensation, placing his forehead against her own as he tried to tamp down on the urge to fuck her up against a tree. They needed to stop before things got out of hand.

          “Wait a second, Fal...just...wait...” Ransom’s pants grew harsh as she continued to run her fingertips over that spot.

          She nodded. “Okay...okay...” Then the evil female leaned towards his shoulder, found a tendon in his neck and nipped it ever so lightly. It was more than enough. Ransom gripped her loose hair and pulled her head back for the onslaught of his lips; sucking her gasp down his throat as he thrust his tongue into her mouth without a second thought. He kissed her so hard that their teeth clicked together and he couldn’t be bothered to care.

          Ransom dropped to his knees, Fallon’s supple form still encased in his hold before he leaned forward and pressed her back to the dirt of the forest floor, lying between her thighs. He moved his hips and she arched into him, groaning. The scent of her arousal was strong enough to cause the last bit of his own control to die.

          Finding the bottom of her t-shirt, he pulled it upwards and froze at the sight of her pretty nut-brown skin encased in lilac colored lace.

          “Fallon...” His hands trembled, reverently running over the beautifully formed globes, his palms scraping against her beaded nipples.

          “My...guilty pleasure...” She panted gripping his wrists and bringing his hands back to her breasts. “Please...”

          With a flick of his fingers the bra opened and her flesh spilled forth. Ransom bit his lip at the sight, wincing when he realized his fangs were once again out. Leaning forward, he nuzzled a peak with his nose, listening to her hard exhales as he then lashed it with the tip of his tongue. Fallon’s whole body shook beneath his own and he smiled before he took the nipple completely into his mouth, sucking until he felt her claws on his scalp. She held his head to her and he moved against her insistently, feeling desperate now.

          Lips trailing down her torso, Ransom ran his tongue over the scars he
could
reach before he got to her hip bone, tracing the pelvic line right above the waistband of her jeans. She cried out and his hands found her button then the zipper before grasping them and pulling downwards. The sight of her delicious bottom held in the same lilac confection as her top made him growl. He tugged her panties, along with her jeans down to her ankles before flipping her onto her tummy and pulling her to her knees. The wetness on her thighs demanded his immediate attention and he was all too eager to give it...

****

          “Hmmm...holy
fuck...”
Ransom’s mouth on her pussy was an unexpected but much appreciated act. Instinctively, Fallon’s hips canted backwards to meet his mouth as he sucked the lips of her vagina before touching her clit with his tongue. Her eyes crossed at the feel of him then shoving the muscle into her opening and fucking her with it while catching her steady flow of juices. Stomach twisting, she went down on her forearms, lower half still in the air as he gripped one of her hips in his hand and consistently brought her back against his face.

          He curled his tongue around her clit then covered her entire pussy with his mouth and she yelped, surprised at the way her canal clenched down
hard
before she came. She should’ve been embarrassed, should’ve been able to stop herself from spreading out for the man like they’d been doing this all their lives but she couldn’t find it in herself to do so.

          Breath caught in her throat, she glanced over her shoulder just to watch Ransom close his eyes while simultaneously licking his lips as though he’d tasted the sweetest fruit. When he reopened his lids, she was staring into a grizzly’s irises but they were warm with arousal and something else she couldn’t exactly describe. It made her heart skip as he pulled his t-shirt up and over his head with one jerk then reached for his belt.

          “Don’t move.” The softly spoken order was just that—an order. Fallon kept still, intent on watching him reveal the one thing she’d been craving since she went to bed alone last night, his cock.

          He slowly pulled his zipper down and smoothed his hands along his hips to push his jeans and boxers underneath his ass. Fallon stopped breathing at the sight of what came angrily rearing out of the denim as though being unleashed from a prison.

She started to sit up but one strong hand came down on her ass. “
Jesus!”

“I said. Don’t. Move.” Ransom repeated.

          “Ransom—”

          “Quiet.” He demanded, yanking one of her boots along the left leg of her jeans and underwear off. “Be a good girl and stay like that so I can fuck you blind.”

          She would’ve laughed if he hadn’t looked so goddamn determined to do that very thing. A condom was pulled from his back pocket and at her raised brow he simply said, “Like a boy scout, I’m always prepared.”

          Fallon snorted and he grinned before he sheathed himself and pulled her backwards. As he sat fully up on his knees, the head of his cock bumped her pussy and on contact, their mutual moans went up.

          “Wait...” Ransom moved around a bit until he found his t-shirt, then he spread it out beneath where she hovered above the ground on her hands and knees, helping her to lift her legs so she could fully climb on top of the soft cotton. She tried not to be disturbed by the fact that her entire body could use his one shirt as a picnic blanket.

          “You’re so considerate.” Fallon teased, smiling at him over one shoulder and what effect that smile had, she didn’t know, but he suddenly gripped her by the waist and slammed into her pussy with enough jarring force to cause her to howl,
literally.

         
He gave her all of a minute to adjust before he pulled out and slammed into her once more and she found herself once again resting on her forearms and understanding why it was that he’d put the t-shirt beneath her. God knew she needed it. For every forward thrust, she moved backwards, urging him to continuously pound into her sex.

          “Oh God, Ransom...”

          He gripped her waist tighter and her pussy grabbed a hold of his tunneling cock on every connection of their flesh. He let go of her hips to smooth his palms over her ass, spreading her further open for him as he changed his strokes and bumped against a spot inside of her that made Fallon’s back dip further in as she begged him to do it again.