Bear Necessities (10 page)

She
rolled her hips again, riding his cock while she stroked herself.

“It’s
so good.” She moaned, pressing into her own hand. Just the sight of her riding
him and touching herself damn near sent him over the edge.

He
lifted her up slightly, ignoring her mewl of protest. He wanted a little room
to maneuver and he could easily hold her weight while he fucked them both to
orgasm.

She
gasped at his first hard thrust, sighed over his second, and tried to take back
control on the third. She turned wild on him, leaning forward and thrusting
back into him. One hand sank into his thigh while the other remained busy at
her pussy. He could feel her fingers stroking him every time he exited, the
butterfly touches sending his need skyrocketing.

She
had to come. He needed her to come now.

He got
to his knees behind her and bent her over the rest of the way. He positioned
her so that her head and shoulders were on the covers and her ass was up in the
air. All the while, he never left her body and her fingers continued to work
frantically.

He
leaned down so that his chin rested on her shoulder. “Now we
really
fuck.”

Her
eyes went wide. “What was that before, pretend fucking?”

He
licked her neck and took her like the animal he was.

Oh
my God.
Tabby
desperately tried to ride the storm called Alex. He pounded into her, his body
locked to hers, his arms tight around her. She couldn’t move, couldn’t fuck him
back. She was impaled, imprisoned on his cock, in his arms.

And
she loved every minute of it.

She
couldn’t even reach her clit. One of his big paws was holding her arms hostage.
The other held her head down, keeping her teeth away from him. Smart man. If
anyone else dared treat her like this, she’d bite his face off.

But
this was her mate laying claim to her at last. She settled down, her body
relaxing into his, her head tilting even further to the side. She submitted to
her mate, the one man who could bring her to her knees with a look and a smile.

She
could hear the slap of his thighs against her ass, felt the trembling start
deep inside her. She’d only come once or twice without touching her clit, and
boy did it feel like the third time was going to be the charm. Her entire body
strained for release. “More.”

With a
savage growl, he gave her what she asked for. She’d unleashed the beast in him
with her demand, and she was going to pay the price for it with a very sore,
very happy pussy.
Then again, he’s got those wonderful healing powers…

If she
thought he’d been pounding into her before, she was sadly mistaken. He began in
earnest, ignoring her howls of pleasure. The big paw holding her arms in place
let go, only to take hold of her breasts. He squeezed her nipples to just this
side of pain. She whimpered, her breath stolen, unable to beg for more. The
hand holding down her head clenched in her hair, holding her steady while he
took what he wanted and gave her what she needed.

Her
orgasm began, rolling through her, the pleasure so intense she could barely
draw the breath to scream. Every muscle in her body clenched, the pleasure damn
near tearing her apart.

He
quivered around her, in her. How he held back his own orgasm she’d never know.
“Oh, fuck yes. Do that again.”

She tried
to shake her head no, she wouldn’t survive another one like that, but he was
moving again and she couldn’t stop it. The first orgasm rolled right into the
second, her body pulsing, her breath lost to her. Her body obeyed his command,
heedless of the impossibility of it. He owned her, body and soul, and let her
know it in no uncertain terms.

She
clenched around him, determined to take him with her this time. She snarled up
at him, whimpering when his hand tightened, reminding her of who she belonged
to. God, it was incredible, and nothing like what she thought being with a Bear
would be like. She’d expected something like this with a Wolf and had felt a
small pang that she’d never know the kind of mating that she’d always dreamed
of.

Alex
was taking those dreams and shattering them with reality.

It was
happening again, her entire body shoved into orgasm. This time she had enough
breath to scream his name. “Alex!” His fangs pierced her shoulder, intensifying
the orgasm until she damn near blacked out, spots dancing in front of her eyes
as her body shook.

Alex
roared, the sound more feral than any other she’d ever heard. His cock twitched
inside her once, twice, and liquid heat poured into her. He’d come, finally,
his fangs still buried in her neck, her body quivering at the intensity of her
own pleasure.

If he
kept fucking her like this, she might never leave his bed. She now understood
the meaning of the phrase
dying from pleasure
. She was wrung out, limp,
damp and sated to her toenails.

He
pulled out of her and dropped to the mattress beside her. His big chest heaved,
glistening with sweat. He rolled his head and looked at her, her head still on
the comforter, her ass still in the air. “You okay?”

Her
muscles were too weak to move even enough to lower her ass to the mattress.
Maybe she could sleep just like this? She smiled, knowing exactly what it
looked like. “Best. Fuck.
Evah.
”

Alex
chuckled. She almost growled at the smug male satisfaction on his face, but
really? He’d earned that look. He pulled and pushed until she was practically
on top of him, their feet propped up on the pillows. Neither one appeared to
have the strength to move right way around on the bed. They lay there for a few
minutes, dropping sweet kisses wherever they could reach without actually
moving.

Eventually
Alex stirred. “Do me a favor? Next time bite my neck.” He grumbled, but his
lips were twitching. “What am I supposed to tell my father when he asks to see
my mate mark? Should I drop trou and proudly point?”

She
hid her face in his chest and giggled. Her mate had just given her the best
orgasm of her life
and
he was
fun in bed? She’d died and gone to
Tabby heaven.

Chapter
Four

Bunny
frowned and tried to figure out what it was that had woken him up. He couldn’t
remember the last time he’d slept so damn well. He woke up wrapped around the
warmth of his mate, his erection nestled between the cheeks of her ass. She was
snoring lightly, her green hair plastered to her cheek. Their feet were still
propped up on the pillows; they’d never bothered turning right way round. The
low hum of the air conditioner reminded him that he’d need to start looking for
a place if he was going to stay in Halle. He had no intention of living with
the three women in their tiny apartment. He’d have to ask Tabby if there was
any particular neighborhood that appealed to her.

There.
He heard it again. Beethoven’s “Für Elise”. He carefully climbed out of bed and
dug through his mate’s pants. Her cell phone vibrated in his hand, Beethoven
blaring out until he got it open. “Hello.”

Silence.

“Hello?”

“Who
is this?”

Bunny
pulled the phone away from his ear and glared at it. “This is Bunny. Who is
this?”

“This
is Tabby’s boyfriend.” A long-suffering sigh sounded through the speaker.
“Fuck. Is she cheating on me again?”

Tabby’s
boyfriend?
He
stared at the woman sleeping in his bed. “I guess so.”

“Damn.
Dude, I’m sorry, but I need you to do me a favor. Would you tell her Gary
called? I heard she got hurt yesterday and I want to make sure she’s all
right.” The concern in Gary’s voice grated on his nerves. “Despite everything,
she’s…she’s everything to me, you know?”

Something
about this just didn’t feel right. All of his instincts were screaming at him
that Gary was a lying sack of shit, but how much of that was due to his mate
bond with Tabby? “Yeah. I know the feeling.” He took a deep breath and tried to
calm the rage inside him. “I’ll make sure she knows you called.”

“Thanks,
man. And don’t blame yourself. We’ve been having problems recently and, well,
Tabby doesn’t handle stress well.”

Bunny
shut the phone and cut him off, unable to listen to another word. He studied
the woman on the bed. How well did he really know his mate? Could she have a
boyfriend? A fucker named Gary?

Tabby
yawned. “Hey, was that my phone?”

Her
voice was husky with sleep and affection. He crushed the phone in his hand. The
flimsy plastic shattered easily. “It was.”

“Alex?”
She sat up with a frown. “What’s wrong?”

He
took a deep breath. He’d give her a chance to explain, to make this right. “Do
you have a boyfriend?”

“Other
than you? No.”

Damn.
Right now, he wished he was a goddamn Coyote. They could smell a lie at fifty
paces. “You sure?”

“Yes,”
she drawled. She pulled the sheet up around herself, hiding her beautiful
breasts from him. “Who told you otherwise?”

“Gary
did.”

She
blinked, fury blanketing her features. “
Gary.
”

Something
inside him eased. That was not the response of a guilty woman. “Ex-boyfriend?”

Tabby
stared at him for a moment before carefully blanking her features. “Nothing you
need to worry about.”

Oh,
hell. Now that wouldn’t do at all. “Bullshit.”

“Alex,”
she sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose.

“He
called because he heard you’d gotten hurt, but as soon as he heard my voice, he
asked if you’d cheated on him again. He told me he was your boyfriend.” The
possessive fury rose in him again. He battled it back down, knowing he’d failed
when her expression turned wary. “So if he’s a pain in your ass that makes him
a pain in
my
ass.” A pain he’d be more than happy to rub out if it came
down to it.

“Let
Gabe deal with him. Please?”

“This
is something the sheriff knows about?” He settled on the edge of the bed.

“Yeah.
It’s an ongoing pain. I’m just having trouble finding the right medicine to get
rid of it.” She smiled weakly. “Can we go out for breakfast now?”

He
stared at her, deliberately letting his eyes bleed to brown. “I’m more than
willing to take care of Gary for you.”

She
shook her head, panic drifting across her face. “No. Alex, no. You have more
than enough to worry about. Let Gabe handle it. Please?”

Tabby
was rubbing his arm, her expression pleading. He didn’t understand the hint of
worry in her eyes, but she was obviously upset. He closed his eyes and let go
of the anger. The last thing he wanted to do was get into a fight in his new
hometown. He couldn’t risk losing this place when it meant so much to Tabby.
“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Could
he have been the one who hit you?”

She
blinked, looked shocked. “I don’t know. Maybe? Whoever it was stayed downwind,
and no one saw anything.”

He nodded.
He’d definitely be paying the sheriff a visit. “If he did, he’d better pray the
sheriff gets to him first. Understand?” She nodded, her shoulders relaxing in
what looked suspiciously like relief. He cupped her cheek, his chest rumbling
happily when she nuzzled into his hand. “I have to do my yoga before we go, and
I’m thinking we could both use a shower. What would you like to eat?”

She
tilted her head. “Yoga?” Her lips twitched. She looked both amused and
intrigued.

This
wouldn’t be the first time someone teased him over the yoga he did every day.
“Don’t. Please. It helps more than you know.” If it wasn’t for the peaceful
meditations he did each day, he probably would have killed someone by now.

“Does
it hurt? I’ve seen some of the positions people get into and it looks massively
uncomfy.”

He
smiled, relieved. She wasn’t going to give him shit. “Not once you’re used to
it, no. It’s a nice, slow stretch that helps to center me.”

She
nodded. “Yoga, huh? That explains your truly epic ass.” She tilted her head and
tried to sneak a peek.

He
felt himself blushing. No one had ever called his ass epic before.

“Can I
watch?”

He’d
have felt more comfortable about it before the comment about his ass. “Sure.
Just do me a favor and keep quiet, especially after I put my music on, okay?”

She
looked intrigued. “Sure. But afterwards I want bacon.”

He’d
talk to Anderson once he got to the hospital. She might not want to give him
the details on Gary, but he bet the Puma would be more than happy to fill him
in. “Not sausage?” He pointed to his groin and waggled his eyebrows.

She
giggled. “Alex!”

“Fine.”
He stood up and tugged her out of the bed. “Yoga, shower, then food.”

“Then
work.”

He
grinned. “You going to do some ink on me?”

She
stumbled. One finger traced the Ursa Major stars on his lower back. “What
kind?”

The
heat in her voice had him nearly growling with need. “You’ll see.”

“I
should hope so if I’m going to be tattooing you.” She settled back, ready to
watch him stretch.

He
unpacked his iPod and plugged it in, selecting the music he’d learned put him
in the best frame of mind for his meditation. He settled into the routine,
ignoring her start of surprise at his choice of music. Granted, not many of his
friends were familiar with Loreena McKennitt, but the Celtic music soothed him,
the woman’s voice and style calming the beast in him.

“Damn.
Just…damn. I’m going to like mornings with you. Naked yoga doesn’t sound nearly
so skuzzy now.”

He
felt his cheeks flush again and glared at her. The lust on her face was making
this difficult. Triangle pose was a real bitch with a hard-on. “Tabby,” he
growled, moving to Proud Warrior, arms outstretched, legs wide, his weight
evenly balanced between his straight back leg and his bent front one. His
erection bobbed between his legs, shooting the calm he was aiming for all to
hell.

“Sorry.”
She headed into the bathroom to presumably take care of business. Once she was
out of sight, he was able to concentrate on the movements of his body, allowing
his muscles and mind to ease into his day. He slipped into the final pose, legs
crossed, hands resting on knees, his eyes closed. A fine sheen of sweat covered
his body. His slow breath cleansed his mind. He felt invigorated and completely
at peace.

“You
finally done, Gandhi? I have bacon to hunt down.”

He
opened one eye. “You’re going to be a serious pain in my ass about this, aren’t
you?”

She
leaned against the doorjamb and smirked at him, showing fang. “What part of
hungry carnivore did you not get?”

He
shook his head and stood up. “Fine. You’re hungry and I smell bad. Shower
first, remember?”

She
waltzed into the bathroom and grabbed his toothbrush. She started to brush her
teeth.

His
stomach rumbled. Suddenly he was ravenous. “You know what? Hurry up, I want my
strawberry pancakes.”

She
made a face. “Ew.”

“What’s
wrong with strawberries?”

“Real
strawberries? Nothing. That syrupy crap they put on pancakes? Blech.” She
shuddered delicately and handed him his toothbrush. “Here. You can join me in
the shower when you’re done.”

“I
can? Really? May I borrow my shampoo while I’m at it?”

She
chuckled and stepped under the spray. “Maybe. We’ll see.”

He
grinned and brushed his teeth. He stepped into the shower a few minutes later
and thanked God he’d decided to stay in a nice hotel. No tiny little shower
stall in this place. It had a full-size tub.

And
that meant he could have some fun with his wet, naked mate.

Tabby
squeaked when a large set of paws landed on her ass. “Behave, Alex.”

“Since
when am I Alex?”

She
was wondering when he’d ask that. She was the only one who called him that
other than his brother. “Since I decided there was no way I could moan “Bunny”
while you’re fucking me.
Especially
when you’re fucking me.” She glanced
behind her at his lengthening cock. “You may be furry, but you sure ain’t
cute.”

His
lips quivered. “Why, thank you, ma’am.” He leered down at her, his soapy palm
skating across her nipple. “I aim to please.”

She
tilted her head and decided to keep playing. She cupped his balls, rolling them
in her palm before letting them go. “And these are
not
rabbit ears. They
don’t vibrate or anything.” She then tapped the head of his cock with her
fingernail. “Although, come to think of it, it does kind of look like his
little nose is quivering.”

His
hand stopped. His chin dropped down onto her shoulder. The leer had turned into
a wide grin. “That’s because he smells something delicious.” He grabbed hold of
her hand and dragged it back to his hard flesh. “Have I mentioned he loves to
be petted?”

She
curled her hand around his shaft, but refused to be coaxed closer to the head
of his cock. “Are you sure it’s safe? He’s drooling an awful lot. Has he had
his shots?”

She
giggled madly when he picked her up and pinned her against the wall.
“Drooling?” He palmed her thighs, spreading her wide. She didn’t fight him. She
wanted this just as much as he did. She wrapped her legs around his waist, let
her heels rest on the top of his truly amazing ass. “I’ll show you drooling,
you little witch.”

She
wasn’t afraid of him. How could she be? He was smiling down at her, his hazel
eyes gleaming with laughter and something else, something it was too soon to
put a name to. At the most, she was willing to call it affection. It was a good
start, one they could build on.

An
even better start was when he began to kiss her, the minty taste of his
toothpaste mingling with his own heady flavor. His palm slid down her body. His
fingers paused at her nipple ring, twisted it until she was gasping into his
mouth. Tabby tightened her legs and tilted her hips, an invitation he accepted.
His hand wandered south again, curled around her pussy until his fingers were
stroking her clit in easy circles. He slid his cock between the wet folds of
her pussy, teased her until she was damn near ready to beg. “Alex?”

“Tell
me you want me.”

She
gulped. His eyes were bleeding to brown, his fangs descending. The mark on her
neck throbbed in time with her clit. “I want you, Alex.”

The
head of his cock slid home, stretching her wide. His lips brushed against hers,
kept them in an almost-there kiss. He ignored her attempts to deepen it, to
bring him into her mouth the way he’d entered her body. He rocked them together
with lazy motions, their gazes locked together. It was a coupling completely
unlike what they’d done the night before. Last night had been about staking a
primal claim on each other.

This
was…something else. Something she hadn’t known was possible. The hurried
fucking she’d done with her teenage sweetheart, the one-night stand she’d had
since rejoining the human race, hadn’t prepared her for making love with Alex.