Bear Necessities (15 page)

There
was silence on the other end of the line for a moment. “And this concerns me
how?”

Bunny
pulled the phone away from his ear. “Cyn. Not a Bear.” Still nothing. “Someone
else’s mark on her body.”

That
got a reaction. “Shit.” The man sounded more awake now. “What did Tabby tell
her?”

Bunny
frowned. Wasn’t Cyn’s reaction more important? “She said it was a bad idea, but
she gave Cyn the impression that the reason you hadn’t changed her was because
you were waiting for something. Cyn didn’t handle that too well.”

“Goddamn
mother fucking son of a bitch.” Julian sighed. “Let me see which way the
woman’s planning on jumping and if I need to stop her.”

“Aren’t
you going to claim her?”

“
It’s
not time yet!
”

Bunny
winced and pulled the phone away from his ear. Damn, Julian could
yell
.
He checked the driver’s side window to see if his brains were currently sliding
down the glass. “Dude, I hate to say it, but your time might be up.”

“Shit.
Fuck!” He could hear more rustling cloth. “Who the hell told Tabby she could
say anything?”

“I
think
my mate
was trying to prevent
your mate
from making a
mistake.”

There
was the sound of a huge crash. “Any idea who she was thinking of asking to
change her?”

“I
think she was leaning toward a Puma.”

“That
won’t do. Tell Tabby that if she can’t talk Cyn out of it, she has to get your
Aunt Laura to change her into a Fox. That’s the only other option.”

“Oookay.
Do I want to know, or should I flail around blindly?”

Julian
snorted. “Welcome to my world.”

Huh?

“Trust
me, Bunny. If I could have, I would have already taken Cyn.
Nothing
would have stopped me.”

Bunny
sat up straighter. Something in the other man’s voice called to everything in
him that was Bear.

“But
the time isn’t right. And until it is, I’ll do everything I can to see that she
remains
safe
. And that means she can’t become either Wolf or Puma,
understand?”

“What
about Bear?”

“No.
Not unless it’s by my hand.”

“Julian—”

“I
forbid it.”

“Understood.”
Bunny’s foot hit the brake. He blinked. Since when did he take orders from
anyone other than his father? “Julian?”

“Just…trust
me. Please.”

Bunny
looked over at Tabby. The clueless, worried frown on her face told him she had
no idea what was going on. But she trusted Julian with her life.

And
Julian had almost given his saving Chloe.

“I
do.” He hoped the conviction he felt was obvious in his voice. If it wasn’t,
he’d reassure the man next time he saw him.

“Thank
you.” He barely heard the whispered words before Julian cut the connection.

“I’m
going to say it again,” Bunny muttered. He pulled back into traffic. “You have
some freaky-ass friends.”

Tabby
shook her head. “What the hell was that all about?”

“Not a
clue.”
And something tells me Julian isn’t much better off.
If the
Kermode didn’t know the answers, who the fuck did?

They
couldn’t reach Cyn before they hit the Sprint store, and by the time they were
done, it was late. They stopped for some fast food and ate in the car before
heading back to Alex’s hotel room.

“Are
you planning on living here?” She winced. She hadn’t meant to ask that question
yet. They were newly mated, still learning each other. She had no idea whether
or not he’d meant what he’d said in Noah’s that night, about possibly starting
up a small business here in Halle.

He
frowned. “You’re here.” They got out of the Jeep and headed for the front door
of the hotel. “By the way, seen any houses you like?”

She
stumbled. Real estate? That sounded permanent. “Um. Not recently.”

Okay.
That was a total lie. There was this adorable little red brick house not far
from Simon and Becky Holt’s that she’d totally fallen in love with,
and
it
was for sale. The cottage-style house had both whimsy and dignity, with a black
front door and shutters, but a garden with stone fairies in it. She was sure
that the garden would be full of flowers come spring, hiding the fairies behind
colorful blooms.

He
nodded. “We’ll need to make an appointment, see what we can find.” He led her
inside, his hand drifting down to her ass. “In the meantime, have I mentioned I
love those fucking boots?”

Tabby
grinned up at him. “Do you?” She put a little extra sway into her hips, his low
growl music to her ears. After the night they’d had, they both deserved a
little something special. After only two times with Alex, she already knew he’d
make tonight memorable.

They
entered his hotel room. She stepped inside, a wicked smile crossing her face at
the sight of the bed.

She
heard the door shut. “Tabby?”

“Hmm?”
His voice had deepened, sending a quiver of anticipation down her spine.

“Strip.”

She
shivered at the note of command in his voice. She looked back over her
shoulder. Her man stood there, his arms crossed over his chest, his legs spread
wide. The bulge of his erection pulsed behind the zipper of his jeans. He looked
dangerous.

She
had two choices. Defy him and see what happened. Or strip and see what he had
in mind.

Her
hands went to the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. She was
stubborn, not stupid.

The
gleam of approval on his face told her she’d made the right decision. She
wasn’t in the mood to fight tonight. She was in the mood to fuck.

She
sent him a wicked grin and turned around. She kept her back to him and undid
the clasp of her bra, letting it fall from her shoulders to the floor. She
reached up and played with her nipples, feeling the sting of arousal all the
way to her clit. The ring slipped between her fingers, heightening her arousal.
She loved having her nipple ring played with. She could hear his breathing
speed up, but refused to turn to see what he was doing.

“Now
the jeans.”

His
voice was a deep, husky rasp. She toed off the boots. There was no way she’d
get her jeans off over them. She undid the snap to her jeans, pulled the zipper
down and hooked her thumbs into the waistband. She pushed them down her legs,
letting him see the thong she’d worn just for him.

“Stop.”

She
was bent down all the way, her pants almost to her ankles, but she stopped.

“Put
the boots back on when you’re done.”

She
smirked. Oh yeah. From the husky rasp of his voice, he
really
liked the
boots. She tugged her jeans the rest of the way off and put the boots back on
before straightening up. She stood there, her back to him, in nothing but her
thong and her boots. The knowledge that he was thoroughly enjoying the view
sent tingles down her spine. She’d never felt sexier in her fucking life.

She
heard a noise behind her and risked a glance. He’d undone his jeans, pulled his
cock out, and was slowly stroking himself, his gaze glued to her ass.

She
let one brow rise. “See something you want?”

His
eyes locked onto her mouth. “Hell, yes. Get over here.”

She
turned around and rubbed her lips with the tip of her finger. She wasn’t
certain he’d wanted her to see the shudder that passed through him, but damn if
the knowledge didn’t make her feel even bolder. From the way he was eyeing her
finger, she had a pretty good idea of where his thoughts had wandered. “If you
get my mouth, what do I get?”

He
stalked toward her, his hand still wrapped around his cock. “Good point. How about
an even exchange?”

God,
just the thought of his mouth on her pussy nearly dropped her to her knees. “I
do prefer sixty-nine to sixty-eight.”

Those
gorgeous lips of his curved. “I don’t mind owing you one, but I’m not going to
complain, either.” He walked past her to the end table and pulled out a bottle
with a black lid. He placed it next to the pillow and lay down on the bed. He
was still fully dressed, only his cock standing free. “C’mere, baby.”

It was
her turn to shiver. The thought of fucking him while he was still fully dressed
and she was almost naked was an incredible turn-on. She wanted to feel the
stiff cloth of his jeans under her fingers, the soft T-shirt between her
thighs. And then she couldn’t wait to turn around and feel the denim scratching
her inner thighs while she rode him. The only thing sexier was the feel of his
whiskers scratching her thighs.

She
pulled off her thong and crawled onto the bed, her Wolf close to the surface.
She was going to take her mate, show him how incredible being mated to a
she-Wolf could be. She knew the look on her face bordered on evil just before
she bent down, lapping at the head of his cock.

Salty-sweetness
exploded onto her tongue.
Yum.
The scent of her mate was strong here,
mingling with the smell of his need. It was a heady combination. She buried her
face in his balls and licked, sucking one into her mouth. The zipper dug into
her chin, making her moan around the sac.

“Oh,
fuck.” His hands buried themselves in her hair. “Get your ass up here.” She
lifted her head from his lap and licked her lips. He glared down at her. “Don’t
make me say it again.”

Fuck
that. If he reacted that way to a little suck and lick, she wanted to see
exactly what he would do while his cock was buried balls-deep in her mouth. She
slowly sucked him, her lips sliding bit by bit down to the root.

He
reared up, his hands pressing against the back of her head, holding her in
place. “Oh
shit
. That’s it, suck it, baby.” He bent over her body, one
of his hands going to her ass. He slapped it, hard enough to make her grunt.

She
sucked, laving the sensitive opening of his cock with her tongue, drawing out
the spicy-sweet taste of his come.

He
groaned below her, his cock twitching inside her. His hands moved from her head
to her hips, tugging on them. “Gonna let me have a taste, baby?”

“Mm-hmm.”
She nodded her head, but refused to release his cock. She’d figure out a way to
keep him right where she wanted him while she gave him what he’d asked for.

He
moaned, petting her hair one last time before he lay back down. She maneuvered
herself until she was straddling his face, eager to feel that hot tongue on her
clit.

He
pulled on her hips until he had her right where he wanted her. His hands
stroked the globes of her ass. “So beautiful.”

That’s
when she felt it. The most wonderful thing she’d ever felt in her whole life.
Alex pulled her pussy to his face and sucked her clit into that amazing mouth.
She bucked her hips, riding him, unashamed. He was fucking
amazing
.

A slap
to her ass reminded her of what she was supposed to be doing. She bobbed her
head, taking him back down her throat, swallowing around the head of his cock.
His rumble of approval was matched by the thrust of his hips as he began to
fuck her face. She pulled back a little, wrapping her hand around the base of
his cock, letting him control the blowjob while she held on and sucked for all
she was worth.

Meanwhile,
Alex was driving her insane with that tongue of his. He was eating her like a
starving man at an all-you-can-eat buffet, leaving no part of her pussy
untouched. His hands dug into her ass, pulling the cheeks apart, exposing that
part of her that was still virgin.

He
lifted his mouth away from her, much to her disappointment, but was soon back,
his lips wrapping once more around her clit. She whined around his cock, so
close to coming she was ready to scream from frustration. She tightened her
legs, the feel of the cotton of his shirt ratcheting up her desire. She let go
of the base of his cock and palmed his balls in one hand, rolling them back and
forth to his obvious enjoyment. He planted both feet on the mattress and began
to seriously fuck her face at the same moment he gently inserted a wet finger
into her ass.

Apparently
the bottle with the black lid was lube.

The
slight sting, the dark invasion, pushed her over the edge. She came, screaming
around his cock, riding that finger and mouth until he’d almost drained her.

He
kept fucking her in the ass with that finger, stretching her out. She felt the
slight burn subside, the pleasure slowly building again.

“More,”
he muttered, lapping at her pussy lips. She heard a click and wondered at it.
One of his arms wrapped around her waist, holding her in place while he
inserted something wider into her ass. Oh, that stung, stung so good. He must
have gone up to two fingers. Warmth spread from where he was inside her. She
had no idea what that warmth was, but it felt
damn
good.