Bear Necessities (22 page)

“Hey!”

He
laughed softly and began to slide into her, filling her up. His scent
surrounded her, making her feel safe and loved. “And I’ve told you not to wear
these boots to work. They scream ‘Fuck me’.”

“You
did not, and they do not.” He was all the way inside her now. She bit her lip
and moaned at the fullness.

“I
want to bend you over every time I see you in them.”

She
shot him a sultry look in the mirror. He brushed her hair way from her neck and
nibbled, his gaze locked on hers. His tongue snaked out and stroked the mating
mark.

“I
thought I had everything necessary to make me happy. I had a good job, a family
who loved me and accepted me. I could go out on my Harley and see the world,
and they’d be waiting for me with open arms.”

She
raised a brow. She had a pretty good idea what he was leaving out. “And all the
action you could handle?”

He
shrugged. “What do you want me to say?” He thrust, jarring her forward. “Once I
saw you, none of it mattered.” He thrust again, driving his point home.
“Without you, I have nothing.”

She
reached back and stroked his cheek, smiling when he kissed her palm. “Not true.
You have everything I lost.”

He
began to finger her clit, driving her toward the edge. “Remember explaining red
to a blind man? Explain what a mate means to someone who has never had one.
Then explain to your mate why you cherish every breath she takes.” He licked
his mating mark again. “Now explain to your very stubborn mate that she
is
your necessity. Nothing else is worth shit without her.”

“Alex.”
She sighed. She knew what he meant. He was her home, her heart. Her necessity.
“I know. Believe me, I know.”

He
smiled. He understood what she was, and wasn’t, saying. He bit down, throwing
her over the edge into orgasm.

Her
head flew back, her hands clenched the countertop. She groaned, long and low,
the orgasm rippling through her. If he hadn’t clamped his hands on her hips at
the last moment, she would have hit the floor.

He
used that grip to begin truly pounding into her, his point finally made. He
hammered her relentlessly, driving her through the orgasm and to the brink of
another one.

Holy
shit. The man was a machine. How did he keep doing this to her? She’d just had
an orgasm so intense she thought her brain might explode, and here he was,
pushing her toward another one that felt like it would shatter her world.
He kept her pinned in place, his teeth sunk into her
neck, his hands dug into her flesh. One of his hands lifted from her hips to
tangle in her hair, keeping her head up. She could read what she could see of
his face. He wanted her to watch what they did to each other, even if she could
only see it from the stomach up.

She
didn’t need to see much more than that, she could feel it. And oh, how good it
felt. She reached down and began to strum her clit, chasing after the orgasm
his body promised her. He moaned against her neck, his face grimacing. His
fangs sank even deeper into her. She felt the tug on her hair, the
pleasure/pain at her throat and exploded around him. It robbed her of breath,
her mouth opening on a silent scream, the sensation so intense she almost
blacked out.

He
lifted his head and groaned. “More.”

Oh
fuck no.
More
might kill her.

He
licked the blood dripping from her mark. His power filled her, healing the
puncture wounds instantly. “Hold on tight.”

Hold
on?
“Whoa!” He
lifted her again, keeping her seated on his cock. He managed to get them to her
tattoo chair, draping her over it. His hands landed on the padded armrests,
using them for leverage.

Gonna
have to disinfect the cha-air…
He began to fuck her hard, groaning behind her. Her flesh slid on the slick
vinyl.

“Come
for me.”

Nuh-uh.
No way.
Too
much more and she’d pass out for real.

“C’mon,
baby. I know you’ve got it in you.” Flesh slapped against flesh, the sound so
erotic she could feel her body beginning to respond. “God, I love fucking you.
So hot and wet, so tight. Gonna make me come, baby.”

Good
idea.
Tabby
hid her face in the chair clenched her muscles, squeezing his cock as hard as
she could.

“Oh,
shit
!”
Bunny slammed into her and came. His arms strained against the chair. She
thought she could hear the sound of metal bending and hoped they weren’t about
to break anything.

He
damn near sobbed as his orgasm drew to an end. “God. Love you, baby.”

She
smiled. “I know.”

He
kissed the spot between her shoulder blades. “And?”

“You’re
not so bad yourself.”

“Tabby?”

She
could hear the uncertainty in his voice. Even after everything they’d shared
tonight, he still doubted? “Love you too.”

He
sighed. “Thank you. Stubborn woman.”

She
peeked through the small space where the armrest joined the rest of the chair.
“We still need to clean up.”

He
moved his hips, his cock flexing inside her. “One more for the road?”

She
turned her head as much as her position would allow her and glared up at him.

He
lifted off of her. “Fine. But your ass is mine when we get home.”

She
couldn’t stop the stupid, silly grin that crossed her face.

Home.
She loved the sound of that,
even if home right now was a hotel room. And she loved the man who’d given it
back to her.

The
phone rang at four in the morning. Bunny opened one bleary eye and glared at
the nightstand where he’d dropped his cell before collapsing into bed.

“Alex?”

“Shh.”
He rubbed Tabby’s back with one hand and snagged his phone with the other. “Go
back to sleep, baby.”

“’Kay.”
She squirmed, settling back down.

He
didn’t even check the caller ID before answering. “’Lo?”

“Alex?
It’s Dad.”

“Mm-hmm.”
Wait. Wasn’t he supposed to be with Chloe tonight?
Heart pounding, Bunny
sat up. “Chloe?”

“She’s
awake, son.”

Yes!
“Then it worked?”

“Yup.
We owe Julian more than ever.” William chuckled. “Your uncle is considering
adoption. Your aunt says it’s a done deal.”

Bunny
chuckled. “I wonder how Julian will feel about that.”

“Speaking
of which, we tried calling him to make sure he was all right and didn’t get an
answer. You mind going to his place and checking on him?”

How
the hell had they gotten Julian’s number? Bunny shook his head. His family had
ways of finding things out he still didn’t get. “Yeah, no problem. And let
Chloe know I’ll be there first thing in the morning.”

“Will
do. Thanks, son.”

“Night,
dad.” Bunny hung up and rubbed his eyes. He’d gotten maybe three hours of
sleep, but getting up now would be worth it. Julian had just become a
Bunsun-Williams, whether he knew it or not, and the family took care of its
own. He got out of bed and reached for his jeans, wincing slightly at the pull
of his tattoo.

“Alex?”

Damn.
He hadn’t meant to wake Tabby. “Go back to sleep, baby.”

“Everything
okay?”

“Chloe
woke up.”

Tabby
sat halfway up, propping herself on her arms. “Really?”

He
nodded and pulled on his pants. “I’m heading out for a little bit. If I’m not
back in time for you to head to work, I’ll see you at lunch, okay?”

“Will
the hospital let you in at this time of night?”

He
thought for all of a second about lying to her. “I’m not going to the hospital.
The family wants me to check on Julian, make sure he’s okay.”

She
sat up fully. “I’ll go with you.”

He
shook his head. “You have work tomorrow. Besides, if something is wrong I’m a
Bear. I can try to heal anything that might be wrong with him.”

“He’s
my friend, I need to be there.”

He put
his hand on her shoulder and gently pushed her back down. “He’s family, and
I’ll take care of it. If I’m out later than planned, I can always sleep. You
have to turn people into living art, remember? You can’t do that if you’re
exhausted.”

She blew
her bangs out of her eyes. “You’ll call me if anything’s wrong.”

It
wasn’t a question, but a demand. He nodded. She’d want to know if Julian was all
right. “I promise I’ll call if I find anything more than Julian sleeping.”

She
bit her lip and nodded reluctantly. “Okay. Be careful. Whoever attacked Chloe
is still out there.”

He
raised one brow at her.

“I
don’t care if you are a fucking grizzly. Even you can be taken down with the
right hit to the head.”

“Yes,
Mama.” He wondered if she knew that small-caliber bullets would literally
bounce off his skull when he was in Bear form?

She
shook her head and settled back down. “Please. Take care. For all we know,
whoever attacked her is going after your family.”

He
paused. That thought hadn’t occurred to him. He figured it had something to do
with Chloe being alone, or being a Fox. Why would anyone go after her for being
a Williams? “That makes no sense.”

“Your
family is well-off. It could have been a kidnapping plot gone wrong.”

He
shook his head. “No. She was beaten, remember? That speaks of anger.” He sat on
the edge of the bed.

“You
think whoever beat her knew her?”

“Maybe.”
He rubbed his face. It was too damn early to think, but he had to. If Tabby was
endangered because of what had happened with Chloe, he’d never forgive himself.
“I’ll find out if she remembers anything when I see her later.” He pressed a
soft kiss to Tabby’s forehead. “You go back to sleep. I’m going to finish
dressing and get out of here.”

“Okay.
Take care, sugar.”

“Love
you, baby.”

She smiled
sweetly. “Ditto.”

He
chuckled and stood, buttoning his jeans. “Brat.”

“Your
brat.”

He
grinned. He loved the warm feeling he got whenever he realized that, yes, she
was his. “Damn straight.”

He
finished dressing as quietly as he could. He pocketed his keys and phone, threw
on his jacket and boots and headed for the door. The fall air would be cold
this time of morning. He listened for a moment, reassuring himself that Tabby
had gone back to sleep before slipping out of the hotel room. He made his way to
the parking lot and started his bike.

It
didn’t take long to get to Julian’s apartment. He wasn’t surprised when, at
this hour, there was barely any traffic. He pulled into the parking lot and
headed for Julian’s door.

He
reached the door and pulled out his cell phone. He was starting to wake up,
thanks to the brisk air. He dialed Julian’s number and listened to it ring.

No
answer. Shit. He rang the doorbell.

Then
he rang it again.

He
knocked. Then he pounded. “Shit.” Something was wrong.

He
called Gabe. The man answered on the second ring, sounding wide awake. He
didn’t bother with a greeting. “Julian isn’t answering his door or his phone.
He used his abilities to wake Chloe up, and now I think he’s in trouble.”

Gabe
didn’t even hesitate. “I’m on my way.”

“I’m
breaking in. Don’t arrest me.”

“You
have reason to believe he’s in distress. Break away.”

Bunny
hung up the phone, reared back, and kicked Julian’s door in. He found the Bear
passed out on the floor.

His
hair was completely white.

Bunny
ran his hands over his bald head. What the fuck did this mean? Julian’s hair
should have gone back to black by now. “Shit.” He picked Julian up and put him
on the sofa. He summoned Bear and settled into the healing spiral. Down he
went, deep into Julian’s body, looking for any signs of trauma. A side effect
would be the partial healing of his own tattoo, but that couldn’t be helped. He
could only hope that it didn’t scar and ruin his mate’s beautiful work.

Nothing.
Julian was completely healthy and thoroughly unconscious.

He
pulled himself back up the healing path, wondering what the hell he should do
now.
Wait.
He peered closer at Julian’s head and huffed out a relieved
breath. Black strands were slowly appearing among the white. The Spirit Bear
would be fine.

He sat
back and waited for Gabe to arrive.

“Hell.
What did you do, rip the door of the hinges?”

Speak
of the devil.
Bunny
grimaced. “Dude in distress, remember? I kicked it in.”