Bear Necessities (16 page)

She
lifted her head from his cock, ignoring the wet slap of it against her cheek.
Her hands dug into his thighs, the denim harsh against her fingertips. She rode
his hand, his lips, felt the orgasm racing down her spine again. “Gonna come
again.”

He
moaned and nibbled her clit with his teeth and that was it, she was coming
around his fingers, whimpering and still wanting.

He
pulled himself out from under her. “Down.” He held up the bottle and shook it
at her with a dark grin.

She
went down, her legs so rubbery they couldn’t hold her up anymore anyway. His
hand stroked one of her ass cheeks, kneading the soft flesh. “I am going to
enjoy this.”

She
heard the snick of a cap, felt the cold gel glide between her ass cheeks. It
began to warm almost immediately. “Alex?”

He
bent down and nibbled at her ass. “Mine.”

She
felt she’d better warn him. If his cock felt as good as his fingers, she knew
she’d enjoy it, but even she knew this wasn’t something you did without some
preparation. “Never done this.”

“Good.”
The dark satisfaction in his voice had her burying her face in her hands, her
hips writhing in the bed. “Gonna fuck this tight hole of yours. You’ll think of
me every time you sit tomorrow.”

“Hell.”
Like she didn’t think of him too much already!

She
jumped when she felt his fingers stroke between the cheeks of her ass, rubbing
the lube against the tight pucker. “Gonna feel so good, baby.”

She
felt the stretch when he inserted his fingers and wondered if someone could die
of pleasure.

Bunny
watched Tabby squirming beneath him. He’d never had a lover take to anal play
the way Tabby had. She was practically humping the sheets, sucking his fingers
into her tight body. And she’d never done this before?

Holy.
Fuck.

No way
was he going to hurt his virgin mate. Hell, if he’d known she’d never done this
before, he would have used even more of the cinnamon-scented, self-warming lube.
Not that she’d complained; she’d come as sweet as you please. His she-Wolf
seemed to enjoy a little sting of pain with her pleasure.

Despite
that, he wouldn’t give her true pain. She might be begging for it, but Bunny
knew just how much she could take right now. He reached beneath her and began
to strum her clit with his free hand, her sighs music to his ears. He inserted
two fingers into her ass, scissoring them, stretching her wide for his cock. He
wouldn’t enter her until she was begging for it, her hole wide and inviting,
ready for him.

He let
her ride his two fingers, taking his time, noticing the way she moaned and
squirmed when his jeans brushed her thighs.
My baby has a fetish, huh?
He’d have to take her more often while still fully clothed if she reacted like
this.

“C-close.”

He
stirred, letting her feel the denim against her skin and inserted a third
finger into her ass.

She
stilled, her breath hiccupping. “Okay, baby?”

She
snarled, the sound inhuman. One dark brown eye peered up at him through a fall
of damp green hair. He could see her fangs descending.

He
smirked, the satisfaction that he could reduce his mate to nothing but a mass
of wanton need coursing through him. It was better than anything he’d ever
experienced.

He
fucked her with his fingers, gentle at first. He wanted her used to the stretch
and burn of three fingers. He was wider around than that, especially at the
head of his cock. When she relaxed back into him, he took his fingers out and
added more lube.

She
snapped at him, those sharp teeth flashing. Thank God. He was
very
happy
his cock was currently nowhere near her very talented mouth.

He
reinserted his fingers and she smiled. She pushed back as much as he would
allow, rode his hand with a smile. His other hand remained busy at her clit,
keeping her on the edge of orgasm.

When
those sweet little whimpers began pouring from her mouth, he pulled his fingers
free. “Gonna fuck you so good, baby.”

Her
hips lifted in invitation, one he had no intention of turning down. He put a
thick coating of lube on his cock and stroked it, knowing she could hear the
sounds of it squelching through his palm. “Ready for me?”

She
nodded. “So ready.”

He put
the head of his cock against her asshole. “Push out, baby.”

He
entered her slowly, pausing every time a wince crossed that incredible face. He
moaned when the head passed through the tight ring of her muscles. He stilled,
letting her get used to the sensation. When she shivered and relaxed, he inched
forward. He paused with each stroke to let her get used to his invasion. When
his balls finally rested against her pussy, he sighed. “You okay?”

Her
lip curled, a fang peeking through. “Peachy.”

He
almost laughed. Damn, she was extraordinary. Her ass pulsed around him. “Need a
minute?”

She
nodded, wiggling a little bit. Her eyes widened and she shuddered. “Oh fuck.”

“Like
this?”

She
reached back and stroked his thigh, her nails scratching the material of his
jeans. “Need.”

And he
would provide. He began with small movements, swiveling his hips every now and
then so she’d feel the rasp of his zipper against her flesh, know he was
fucking her still fully clothed. Hell, he hadn’t even taken his boots off.

She
began to respond. Tabby rocked against him, their movements becoming surer,
sharper, the sensation indescribable. He could feel the tingling at the base of
his spine, the pleasure already more than he could bear. He needed her to go
over with him, needed to feel the clench of her muscles while she came. She was
so tight, she might snap his dick off when she came, but fuck if it wouldn’t be
worth it.

There,
that was the sound he’d been waiting for, that delicious little whimper that
signaled she was close. She was pushing back against him, riding him, barely
letting him guide her. He lowered himself over her, forcing her down, his hands
on her hips keeping her ass in the air. He pulled her hair roughly to the side.
He was almost there, his cock throbbing inside her.

Her
face was red, her eyes scrunched up, and it was the most beautiful sight he’d
ever seen. “Come on my cock.”

He
thrust one arm toward her face, hoping she understood what he wanted. He didn’t
wait though, he took what he needed. He bit his mate, forcing the mating enzyme
into her system, throwing her over the edge into orgasm.

Oh.
Oh fuck.
So
good. So tight. Her scream was muffled against his arm, her teeth clenched, her
face screwed up. He could barely move inside her body, she was coming so hard.

It was
too much, too tight, too hot and he was coming, pouring himself into her,
coming so hard his world turned gray.

She
collapsed beneath him and he followed her down, reluctant to leave the tight
clasp of her body. He licked the wound on her shoulder, lapping at the blood,
her taste exploding inside him.

“I
think you broke me.”

He
smiled. Her ass was still quivering around his softening cock.

“Seriously.
I think I’m blind. You fucked me blind.”

He
kissed her damp cheek. It was going to be so easy to fall in love with his
mate. He said a silent prayer of thanks for the awesome gift fate had given him
in the form of one small she-Wolf. “Your eyes are closed.”

“Oh.”
He waited. He knew she wasn’t done yet. “Are you sure?”

He
laughed silently. “Yes, I’m sure, baby.”

“Hmm.”
She elbowed him until he rolled off of her, then snuggled into him, her ass
resting against his hip. She wriggled and sighed happily, purring like her
namesake. He got up long enough to clean himself and her off, then put his cock
back into his pants and maneuvered until he was spooned up against her body. If
his baby got off on the feel of denim, he’d buy fucking denim pajamas. They
would be uncomfortable as hell, but Tabby was worth it.

He
drifted off to sleep, a satisfied smile on his face.

Chapter
Six

“So.”

Tabby
raised her brow, wondering what the hell Alex was up to. He’d let her shower by
herself this morning, his demeanor quiet and thoughtful. He’d finished his yoga
before she got out, and damn if she wasn’t sorry to miss that. Watching him
stretch that amazing body, his muscles quivering with strain, had been an
incredible turn-on. After he was done, he’d led her to IHOP for breakfast, his
expression still peaceful after his morning workout.

“Tell
me about Gary.”

She
thudded her head down on the Formica table hard enough she’d probably have a
red mark. “Bacon. Need bacon.”

“Tabby.”

She
huffed out a breath, leaving her face on the table. “Fine. Gary is a student at
the college who thinks it’s fun to try to fuck with me.” She couldn’t go into
too much detail; it was Saturday morning and the IHOP was packed to the rafters
with humans and Pumas. One mention of shifters right now could lead to either a
long life in a hug-me jacket or being forced to leave the only real home she’d
ever known. Neither one was an option she wanted to contemplate.

“How
long has this been going on?”

The
quiet tone of voice had her stiffening. She was coming to recognize that tone
as a dangerous sign. She stiffened, wondering if Alex would lose it. He
couldn’t go after Gary. Gary, thanks to his
friends
, was too well
protected. Besides, Gabe wouldn’t be able to keep Alex out of trouble if he
went after Gary unprovoked. Despite everything that had happened, they had no
solid proof that Gary had ever threatened to lay a hand on her. It would be her
word against his and his goon squad’s. That would work against Alex in both
human
and
shifter law. “Why?”

He
gave her an innocent look, totally incongruous on his face. “No reason.”

She
glared up at him through the fall of her bangs. “Alex.”

“You
are so not allowed near my mother anymore,” he grumbled.

“Why
not?”

“You
sound just like her.”

She
could feel a smile trying to break free. He sounded like a grumpy little boy.
“After having met your mother, I’d say that’s a good thing.”

His
eyes sparkled with approval even while he glowered at her. “Flattery will not
get you out of telling me what I want to know.”

“What
about a BJ? Will that get me out of it?”

He
blinked, his eyes blanking before the frown returned.

She
lifted her head and grinned at him. “You had to think about it, didn’t you?”

A
slight flush crossed his cheeks. “Brat.” He sat back as the waitress piled
pancakes in front of him. Tabby sat back too, the scent of her own breakfast
driving her crazy. “If he’s a threat to you, I need to know. How can I protect
you otherwise?”

The
look on his face was hard, uncompromising. She sighed, just knowing he was
going to try to be her fuzzy knight in matte black leathers. “Gary arrived in
Halle in August. He’s a junior and a transfer from New Mexico, I think. I’m not
sure what group he’s affiliated with, and it’s not like I can walk up to him
and say, ‘Hey prick, who’s your boss? I’d like to complain about your customer
service’.” Tabby laughed at the look on Alex’s face. Her old Alpha had hammered
into his Pack how to talk around humans without giving them away. The Pack was
treated as a company. The analogy wasn’t that far off the mark. Most Packs came
with bosses, employees, and yes, even customer service. Hell, the Senate
actually
did
have a legal corporation headed by the Leo, the ruler of
the American shifters, a charitable organization that was mostly concerned with
the conservation of endangered species. They only accepted donations from
shifters, so they didn’t fall under public scrutiny. The Wildlife Conservation
Foundation did a lot of good, helping to repopulate the wolves in Yellowstone
National Park and giving the big cats born in the U.S. a safe environment to
live in. She’d heard that there were more tigers living in the U.S. than any
other place in the world, and the WCF helped to take care of them. Chloe would
probably do very well working as one of their vets once she recovered from her
injuries and graduated. “Anyway, he found out pretty quickly that I was an
ex-employee and decided that harassment was A-okay.”

“Tell
me what he’s done, Tabby.”

Fuck.
His voice had dropped, deepened until it rumbled through her. “He’s egged
Living Art, given me grief, harassed me on the phone, threatened the girls. You
know, the usual.” She wasn’t sure if she should tell him about that time in the
woods, when Gary had scared the shit out of her. She was afraid of what he’d do
if she did. “You were there the other night. He’s done stuff like that off and
on the entire time I’ve been here.”

“Have
you tried petitioning the closest human resources office for help?”

She
shook her head. “I’ve heard of the Poconos boss. He’s a scary guy, and his COO
is said to be a little insane.” She heard someone in the booth behind her choke,
but ignored it. “I heard she’s from around here, but she left before I
arrived.” Tabby shrugged. “Besides, Gabe is aware of what’s going on and he’s
doing his best to look out for me.” Although she hadn’t yet told Gabe about how
Gary and his Pack had cornered her in the woods. Damn, with everything that had
been going on, she’d forgotten she’d wanted to speak to the sheriff about that.
It seemed like her life was both spinning out of control and finally finding
its center.

Gary
hadn’t found out her new cell number yet, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t still
stalking her.

“What’s
that frown for?”

She
looked up from her plate. Seeing the look on Alex’s face, she grimaced. “I need
to talk to Gabe about something.” One of those dark brows rose and she winced.
“I just want to tell him that some of Gary’s issues are beginning to spill over
onto Cyn and Glory.”

He
looked unconvinced. “And then you’re going to tell him about the butterflies
that flew out of your butt.”

Okay,
the person behind them really needed to stop listening in on their
conversation. Throaty feminine laughter floated over them and Tabby frowned,
not sure if she was more pissed at the eavesdropper or Alex. “Look, he’s begun
harassing them too. He knows that if he hurts them, it hurts me, and it would
be my fault.” It would damn near kill her if something happened to Cyn or Glory
because of her.

“Bullshit.
It would be Gary’s fault.” Alex’s expression turned thoughtful. “Maybe its time
we called in some reinforcements then.”

“I
agree.”

Tabby
blinked and turned. There, standing next to her, was a short, curvy woman with
long dark hair and laughing brown eyes. Behind her stood one of the handsomest
men Tabby had ever seen, his sky blue eyes serious. His blond hair just brushed
the collar of his blue shirt. The only flaw on that perfect face she could see
was a small scar just along one side of his nose, so faint it was barely
noticeable. Dr. Max Cannon, Alpha of the Halle Pride, slipped his arm around
the waist of his wife and Curana, Emma Cannon. “I understand you’re having some
problems.”

Emma
rolled her eyes. “Thank you, Captain Understatement.” She smiled at Tabby, her
expression mischievous. “Lion-O and I heard everything.” She rattled off an
address Tabby knew was in one of the more affluent sections of town. Not quite
in the same area as the truly rich, like the Howards, but still pretty
respectable. “Come over to our place, both of you. We need to talk.”

Tabby
blinked. That hadn’t been a request. “Okay,” she drawled. She’d heard about the
Little General who ran the Halle Pride alongside her mate. You did
not
want to be on her bad side.

Emma
nodded. “Good. We’ll see you there in half an hour.” She pulled out her cell
phone and began to dial. “Sarah? Listen, I need you and Gabe at our place in
half an hour.” She frowned. “Sleeping in? There’s no time to sleep in.” She
began to march out of the restaurant with an absent wave at the stunned couple
at the table. “We have an
issue
! Oh, and I need to grab a hold of Becks
and Simon. You can call Adrian and Sheri. Yes, I
know
what time it is,
Sarah. Why do you think I’m giving you half an hour?” Emma pulled the phone
away from her ear and frowned down at it. “Do you kiss your husband with that
mouth?”

Tabby
bit back a giggle. She now understood the
other
nickname she’d heard in
conjunction with the Halle Curana.
Hurricane Emma.

Max
shook his head, his lips twitching as he watched his mate walk away, still
chattering on the phone. “I don’t know where the hell she thinks she’s going.
I’ve got the car keys.” He turned back to Tabby, a small swirl of power
surrounding him briefly, sending a shiver down her spine. She had the oddest urge
to bow down to the Puma, his Alpha powers caressing her with a different flavor
than that of the Wolf Alpha she’d once served. “I’ll see you both in half an
hour. Whatever the problem is we can fix it. One way or another.” He nodded goodbye
to Alex and followed his mate out the door.

Tabby
gulped at Max’s ominous words. “Uh-oh.”

Alex
frowned. “What? I’d think this would be a good thing. You have the local guys
on your side, right?”

She
bit her lip. “I don’t know if Gabe ever told them I…was fired, and what for.
And they have strong ties to the Poconos boss.”

Alex
shrugged, his eyes glued to the man leaving the restaurant. “It’s a moot point
now. We’ve been summoned, not much we can do about it.” He cut into his
strawberry-coated pancakes. “Eat your bacon. Something tells me we’re going to
need our strength.”

Bunny
pulled the Jeep to a stop outside the two-story Craftsman style
home. A dark gray
gable roof was set off by rich mahogany brown shingles and bright white trim
work, with rich red fieldstone set around the base of the house. The front had
that beautiful pillar and post design, with a covered porch that wrapped around
to the left side of the house. An attached garage had been seamlessly
integrated into the right side of the house. Huge glass double doors with an
art deco design waited to greet visitors to the home. The house was warm,
inviting and beautifully maintained. In the driveway sat a red Dodge Ram and a
black Mustang. “Wow. Nice place.”

Tabby
nodded and opened her door. “Yeah. Nice.”

He studied
her face. She was pale and shaking. “It’s okay, baby.”

She
took a deep breath and huffed it out. “The last time I got summoned by an
Alpha, I was Outcast.”

“Max
has no cause to ask you to leave Halle. Besides, he’s not
your
Alpha.
Technically, he can’t outcast you.”

She
shook her head. “Bears don’t have Outcasting, do they?”

“Not
really, no. We don’t have the same kind of Pack or Pride structure.” Not all
shifters had traditional Alphas and Omegas and all that political crap. Most
were simple family groups, like the Bears, Foxes and even the otherwise
solitary Tigers. The loose-knit family groups would keep in touch via couriers
in the old days and, in modern times, snail mail and e-mail. They held the vote
for their proxies on the Senate that way, never having to meet unless they
wanted to. Outcasting was something reserved for those who abided by the more
stringent rules of the Packs and Prides, like the Wolves, Coyotes, Pumas and
Lions, where one shifter’s actions could endanger the lives of all.

“Then
trust me, it’s a really big deal.” She shrugged her shoulders like she was
shifting a heavy weight. “Let’s go, I guess.”

Bunny
held out his hand, offering his mate his full support. No matter what happened
in that house, Tabby was his mate. That meant she could fall under either Pack
law or Bear law. And since Bears had no Outcasting system, as far as he was
concerned his mate had no problem.

One of
the front doors opened. Emma Cannon stood there, a grin on her face and her
hand on her hip. “I was wondering how long you two would stand out there. C’mon
in. We won’t bite, I promise.”

Bunny
moved forward, enjoying the warmth of Emma’s greeting. He could already tell
there would be few problems on that front. Emma was greeting them like old
friends. “Thank you, Mrs. Cannon. I’m Alexander Bunsun.”

Emma’s
lips curved up in a wicked smile. “I know who you are. You’re the wereBunny who
rode into town on a hog.”

Bunny
didn’t know whether to laugh or not. “Um… Yeah. Maybe?”

A
woman with wild curly hair down to her waist pulled Emma out of the doorway.
“Don’t worry, she has that effect on a lot of people.” She ignored Emma’s
rolled eyes and pulled Bunny inside.

Bunny
took a second to look around the great room of the Halle Alpha’s house. The
sage green walls, cherry floors and white trim created a warm feeling of
comfort and home. The skylights in the vaulted ceiling let in a great deal of
natural light. A large, reddish-brown leather sofa dominated the room. It
rested on a bold area rug done in a geometric pattern of reds, blacks and
greens. It faced a set of built-in cherry cabinets along one wall that doubled
as the entertainment center with bookshelves on either side. The fireplace, on
the opposite wall, matched the fieldstone on the outside of the home. He really
liked the feel of the place. He’d have to see if he could find something
similar in the area. From the way Tabby was staring, wide-eyed, he had the
feeling she liked it too.