What a Bear Wants (12 page)

          “This,” Ransom snarled as he continued to slam into her quivering pussy. “Is mine. Understand?
Mine.”
He leaned forward until his chest rested against her back and gripped her clenched hands. “M. I. N. E. Fucking
mine.”

         
Fallon pushed back against him, her fingers clamped around his own as she nodded. “Yours...definitely yours...”

          He kissed her shoulder, bit the back of her neck. “Say the words. Say,
my pussy in yours Ransom.”
The scrape of his jeans against her bare flesh caused her to flood his cock with more of her arousal.

          “Ah...”

          “I wanna hear you say it, Fallon.” One hand reached around her to tweak her nipple and her eyes closed as she felt the crest of an orgasm unlike any other begin to rise. The same hand disappeared between her legs and his thumb flicked over her clit. “God in heaven...”

          “Say it or I stop.” He began to slow up his pace and her climax receded.

          “Ransom!”

          “Tell me what I want to hear!” He reared backwards and slapped her ass.

         
“My pussy is yours, Ransom!”
Fallon shouted. “Now for the love of God
please...oh...oh...Jesus H!”
A new orgasm, stronger than the one before tore up her spine as he picked up his pace, pounding into her with a ferocity that left her lungs without air. Her mouth dropped open on a silent scream when he once again reached between their bodies to pinch her clit and her open palm slapped the ground as her pussy clasped down
hard
on his marauding cock; her eyes closing as the force of her climax swept up from the soles of her feet, spreading outwards until she saw stars dancing behind her lids.

          And when she heard that familiar roar sound off once again right before she fell forward, Fallon knew her bear had come with her. She wouldn’t say she passed out...but...she kind of did.

Chapter 11

         
“Hey, hey, hey, eyes open, canine!” Ransom jostled the she-wolf beneath him around a bit as he slowly sat up and withdrew from her body, immediately wanting to dive back inside.

          Fallon rolled over onto her back, taking in slow deep breaths. “This does
not
mean I like you, Beorn.”

          He burst into laughter, pressing his face to her tummy as he gently pulled her panties and jeans up to her waist. “Yeah, okay.”

          “It doesn’t.” She insisted.

          “Unh-hunh...”

          “Maybe I’m going into heat.”

          “I would’ve smelled it, baby.” Ransom calmly re-tied the laces to her boot; ignoring the growing desire to put her flat on her back and fuck her until she admitted that she
did
in fact like him. She liked him
a lot.

          “Okay...it’s been awhile.” Her soft admission made him smile until she added, “So really, that reaction could’ve been with anybody.”

          His head snapped up and she quickly put her hands up in surrender. “Kidding!
Kidding!”

         
Ransom retracted his fangs. “Don’t irritate me.”

          “You’re a bear...everything irritates you.”

          He stared off for a few seconds. “Yeah, you’re right.” When he looked back to her she was...
grinning,
at him. Fallon Wilder was actually offering a genuine smile and he took a quick glance over his shoulder to make sure he wasn’t mistaken.

          “Don’t you look
cheerful.
” He commented, standing to adjust his jeans and re-wrap the used condom so he could dispose of it properly later.

          Her brows waggled a bit. “Maybe because I finally know what Yogi will do with a good picnic basket.”

          Biting the inside of his cheek to stop himself from laughing, he gave her a hand up. “You’re kind of goofy aren’t you?”

          Her smile made his chest ache. She pressed a finger to her lips and leaned in, whispering, “Pack secret.”

          Ransom held his arms akimbo. “So all you needed was the power of my God-like loving to—”

          Fallon pressed a hand to his mouth, cutting him off. “If you complete that sentence, my happy mood
will
fade.”

          He licked her palm and grinned as she pulled back, a disgusted look all across that pretty face.

          Swiping her hand on her jeans, she shuddered. “Nasty.”

          Ransom pointed to his mouth. “This has brought you pleasure, you should be more grateful.”

          “
That,”
And yes, she felt the need to grab his lips and twist them as she spoke “Is the only reason why you’re still able to see the light of day.” Her hand let go as she pulled back, suddenly looking very shy. “You can be really...sweet.”

          “I’ll try not to be insulted by your tone.” He picked up his t-shirt and tucked it into his back pocket.

          “What tone?”

          “The one that clearly insinuates that you didn’t expect me to be sweet.”

          Her mouth twisted. “To be honest, between you and Maddox, you kinda seem like the one who would think disemboweling a deer together is romantic.”

          “Oh that’s lovely!” Ransom spun and pointed at her. “I sent you flowers and candy!”

          “Because you wanted to buy my lodge!”

          Folding his arms across his chest he glared at the difficult female standing in front of him. “Do I have to explain that I never really wanted the lodge at all and that—”

          “—the only thing you were truly interested in was
me?”
Fallon completed, mirroring his stance. “For the love of all that is holy, please don’t. It’s like a never ending story of bad fangy love. If I hear it one more time I’ll be forced to gnaw through your face with my human teeth.”

          He made a sound.

          “Was that a chuff? Did you just
chuff
at me?”

          “That was a grunt. Learn the difference, canine.”

          “You’re ruining my mood. Don’t ruin my mood. I
will
kill you for ruining my mood.”

          Ransom lifted his hand and made it talk, imitating Fallon’s voice in a high-pitched tone that he
knew
would piss her off. “Don’t ruin my mood.”

          “Och! I’m not dealing with this!” She turned to walk away from him and he grabbed her, swinging her up and over his shoulder like a sack. A sack with a great ass.

          “Goddammit Ransom! Put me down you over-sized bastard!” Her open-palmed slap to his naked back made him snarl but he kept walking towards his goal—her cabin.

          She slapped him again and he slapped her ass. “
Ow!”

          “
Quiet down back there female!”

          Fallon kicked her legs. “I will
not
quiet down back here and would you stop spanking me?!”

          “You like it.” Ransom sung, doing it again. “You just don’t want to admit it.”

          “How would you know?”

          “You’re vagina told me.”

          She stilled. “
Excuse me?”

         
If she wanted an explanation... “You see Fallon, when a female is aroused her vagina begins to lubricate with what’s called—”

“Shut. Up.”

Her growl made him chuckle. “Didn’t you learn this in health class?”

“Yes. Do you know what else I learned?” Fallon questioned sweetly and it gave him pause.

“Does it have to do with male castration?”

“Why yes, yes it does. Aren’t we the smart one, Gentle Ben?”

“Yes, White Fang we are.” Ransom brought his palm down on her ass again and delighted in her yelp. “And we both know that you won’t castrate me because you like me too much.”

He bit back a grin when she suddenly slumped against him and muttered. “
Entirely
too much.”

***

           Lord on high what was it about this man that made her smile one minute and bark the next? He was goofy, insatiable, sweet and apparently
extremely
possessive. Not to mention he fucked like a god. Something Fallon would
never
admit out loud!

           Ransom made her crazy but in a good way so it tamped down the urge to chew through the tendons in his neck. She had a comfortable camaraderie with him that she’d only ever experienced with her closest pack members and she didn’t know if that were a good or bad thing. Getting too comfortable with a male too quickly usually lead to someone getting hurt. Ransom said he wanted her and it was quite clear that was true but for how long?

          “You’re thinking. Stop thinking. Thinking ruins everything.” The bear in question calmly stated, strolling along with her still over his shoulder like a carry-on accessory. The worst part? They were just making it past the main office when she spotted Cree coming out the doors.

          The other woman froze before slowly backing away to go back inside.

          “Goddammit.” Fallon murmured as her friend then came back out, dragging Anoki and Cade with her.

          They didn’t say a word. They knew not to. Instead they stared,
silently,
but the looks in their eyes. Oh those looks would haunt Fallon
forever.
The rest of her pack members who knew her as the dominating bitch also stopped to gawk the way her friends had.

“You’re embarrassing me.” She hissed at Ransom as they passed couples and families along with pups and cubs.

          “I’m a bear, sweetheart—which means fucks will not be given on this day or any other. So it is written, so shall it be.” He retorted, still strolling along like all was right in the world. “You will come to know this philosophy and you shall implement it into your everyday life.”

          Fallon’s head lifted. “And why exactly will I be doing that?”

          He snorted but didn’t answer and her stomach twisted into knots. What did that
mean?

          “Big brother!”

          She cringed at the sound of Maddox’s voice,
knowing
shit was about to get a lot worse.

          Ransom swung around, enthusiastically going, “Little brother!” and all she could see was two pairs of
freakishly
sized feet. Where were their boots made? Narnia? Were there special magicks used for these?

          “I see you have something rather delicious looking resting on your shoulder there. Did you catch her in the woods?” Maddox questioned and Fallon could hear the grin in his voice.
Bastard.

         
“I did indeed. Chased her right down just like Daddy taught us at ten. She didn’t even put up much of a fight, wee thing that she is.”

          Fallon pinched his side and listened to him do nothing but grunt. Why was she putting up with this again? Oh yeah, the sex. The sex had been
amazing.
She’d have to remember that later when she was digging a hole big enough for him to fit in.

          “
Wee
?” Maddox’s tone took on a skeptical edge that Fallon wasn’t appreciating. “I think we need to talk about your definition of
wee,
big brother.”

          “As soon as you tell me where your lovely facial lacerations came from, little brother.” Ransom replied.

          “I’m not discussing it.”

          “But—”

          “Not discussing!” Maddox bellowed, cutting him off.

          Fallon started to laugh and Ransom moved his shoulders, shaking her. “Quiet, canine.”

          She simply pinched him again.

          “Do you want to be able to sit on your ass at all this week?” Ransom softly queried.

          Slumping over, she hung there like the wee thing he’d described her to be. “I hate you.”

          Maddox gasped. “Oh! The wee thing speaks!”

          “I hate you both!” Fallon shouted.

          “Seems your female is in a bad mood, brother. Did you let her finish first?”

          Ransom’s right shoulder rolled and she heard a grunt before she was suddenly looking at Maddox’s prone form on the ground as he rolled around, holding his balls and saying, “You motherfucker” over and over again.

          The grizzly carrying her stepped over his sibling and kept walking. “He’ll get over it.”

          From the way Maddox shouted, “I won’t forget this! I’ll
never
forget this!” Fallon was seriously doubting Ransom’s statement.

***

They’d turned against him. His own fucking pack. The one’s he’d fought for. The ones who he’d tried to give a better life had pushed him out like he was nothing; like he was something to be easily forgotten. But what they didn’t understand was that he wouldn’t slink away quietly. Oh no, he would nip this shit at the bud and rebuild the entire garden. He’d wipe everything clean like he was God and watch it regrow.

And his brother, along with the betraying fuckers who’d so easily done this to him, would be some of the first to go. He’d see to that...

Chapter 12

         
“He was carrying her.” Cree whispered, still staring at where Ransom had walked through with Fallon over his shoulder, a little in awe.

          “Unh-hunh.” Anoki and Cade commented simultaneously, still beside her, gazing at the very same spot.

          “And she
let
him.” She added.

          “Unh-hunh.” The males repeated.

          “Do you think drugs were involved?” Cade suddenly questioned, now looking at both Cree and Anoki. “Maybe a tranquilizer?”

          “Nah,” Anoki shook his dark head. “His face would’ve been lacerated because our Fallon doesn’t go down without swinging.”

          Cree and Cade both nodded.

          “So then exactly what happened here?” She asked, her brows dipping. “Because we’re not hallucinating. That
was
Fallon. Our alpha...our—”