Marrying The Bear (Gray Bears 1) (5 page)

She felt herself falling as
the back of her knees knocked against the mattress and she tumbled
into the big bed with Tristan.

CHAPTER
ELEVEN

Tristan broke the kiss and
came up for air. God, she was so exquisite! The taste, the scent,
the feel of her undid him completely. He wanted more, needed more.
He wanted to make her his.

Mine!

His bear roared its claim at
the first taste of its mate. Tristan looked down at Alisa's
beautiful, flushed face. She had her arms around his neck, and she
was panting and writhing deliciously beneath him.

“I want you, Alisa.”
His words could hardly be heard through his growl. He knew his eyes
were glowing with the heat and power of his beast, but Alisa didn't
look afraid. He scented her arousal and desire as she blinked up at
him.

“You want to sleep with
me,” she rasped.

“Sleep is the last
thing on my mind,” he answered.

“So what
is
on
your mind, Tristan?” she teased.

“Mating sex.”

Her lips curved in a
seductive smile. “Is mating sex hard and fast, or slow and
tender?”

“Both.”

She sucked in a shuddering
breath and he scented the rush of moisture between her legs.

“I want...” she
whispered, biting down hard on her trembling lip. “I...I know
I shouldn't want you, but I do.”

“There's nothing wrong
with...”

“I can't have you.”
She swallowed and turned away.

“But you already do,
Alisa,” Tristan said. “You do have me.”

She quirked a lopsided smile.
“For tonight?”

“For always.”

She smiled and pulled him
down to her. “Oh Tristan, I do want you so much.”

He kissed her again, and the
heat and passion spiraled and blazed between them. Their need and
hunger burned away all their inhibitions and he felt Alisa's hands
clawing greedily at his clothes.

“Tristan,” she
panted, trying to strip him so she could feel his hot, bare skin
against hers.

Tristan ripped her clothes
right off her body before she could murmur his name again. He shed
his own clothes in a heartbeat and grabbed her. She was so wet and
ripe and ready.

Tristan parted her legs and
went down on her, hungry and desperate to taste her juices on his
tongue. Alisa let out a cry of ecstasy as he fucked her with his
tongue. Her juices squirted down his throat as he licked and sucked
her pussy. Tristan growled as he devoured and savored the most
intimate part of his female.

Laving his tongue up her
body, he reached her erect nipples and locked his lips over her
breast. He took her pebbled nipple between his teeth and nipped,
making Alisa gasp and beg. She was so responsive and so sensitive to
his touch.

He covered both her breasts
with his large hands and rubbed her sensitive, throbbing nipples
against his calloused palms. She arched her back and gasped his
name.

Tristan spread her legs wider
and bent down to kiss her on the mouth. His tongue slipped past her
lips at the same time that his cock pierced her hot, wet pussy. He
was going to fill his female completely, penetrate her body and claim
her.

Tristan began to thrust. He
pushed deep into her body, feeling her sheath tighten around his cock
as he fucked her. She felt so good, so amazing.

Tristan forced himself to
slow his pace. He bent down and took her mouth in a slow, lingering
kiss as he slid in and out of her. Alisa was so beautiful, so
perfect and he wanted to prolong the pleasure and fully enjoy her.

He kissed her eyelids and
stroked her cheek as he made love to her. Alisa sighed and cupped
his face with both hands, gazing deeply into his eyes.

“Tristan,” she
whispered and smiled. “I can't believe this is happening.”

He frowned. “You...”

“No, silly.” She
pressed a finger to his lips. “I'm not regretting this. I
want you. You—are a wet dream come true!” Her eyes
rounded and she blushed suddenly. “My wish...I did wish for
you...” she muttered.

“What are you talking
about?”

“Nothing.”

“Alisa.”

“Okay, this is going to
sound stupid, but I wished for my very own Prince Charming. And
since I feel like a princess tonight...” Her blush deepened.
“That makes you my prince.”

Tristan held her chin and
tilted her face back to him.

“You are my princess,
Alisa,” he said softly.

He kissed her slowly,
lovingly. He rocked into her and kept kissing her, touching her.

When she orgasmed, he surged
deep into her and took her harder. As he pounded into her, he felt
her come again, and again. She was coming so hard, so beautifully
for him.

The headboard hammered
against the wall in time to his thrusts.

As Alisa screamed her
pleasure, Tristan hurtled over the edge with her, roaring his
release. His teeth clamped down on her shoulder, as he held her
tightly to him.

Tristan caressed her arms and
back until her breathing quietened down.

Sated and exhausted, Alisa
finally drifted into a deep sleep.

In the dark, Tristan threw
his arm behind his head and listened to Alisa's gentle snores.

Her words echoed in his mind.

A wish.

Alisa said she'd made a wish.

A wish was magical, and there
were two people he knew and loved who had magic in their blood. He
should have known they were only too happy to work their meddlesome
but well-meaning magic.

Tristan shook his head and
blew a sigh towards the ceiling.

Love powers magic, and for a
spell to work so quickly, that love must have been very powerful
indeed.

But there were some spells
that should never be cast.

“Gramma, Ne-ma, what
have you done?” he growled quietly.

CHAPTER
TWELVE

Alisa pulled the tray of
lasagne out of the oven and put in another tray. Gramma and Ne-ma
told her that she had free rein in the kitchen. There was no fixed
menu so the Lunch Special could be anything. Same with the Breakfast
Treat and Dinner Surprise.

“Our guests at
Broomstick Inn like surprises. Be as bold and experimental as you
like. The customers will love whatever you cook,” Gramma
promised.

Broomstick Hall, the small
in-house restaurant on the ground floor of Broomstick Inn, catered to
the guests in the inn as well as walk-in customers. People would
walk in for a hearty, homely meal, and their customers ranged from
office workers in smart suits to curious tourists and ravenous, rowdy
construction crew.

Tristan had woken her up with
a kiss just before dawn and told her that he had to get to the
construction site. They were rushing to complete a project, and he
wanted to be there before his crew.

“I thought the boss
always goes in last,” she mumbled sleepily.

“No. The boss goes in
first, gets out last,” Tristan said solemnly.

He had a good work ethic.
Responsible, reliable, and not afraid of hard work. He wasn't some
airy-fairy, pampered, privileged Prince Charming. Tristan was
honest, solid and real. She really like that, and she really, really
liked him. He was good in bed, but he was good all over as well.

They had brushed their teeth,
showered and gotten dressed together. It felt comfortable and they
seemed to instinctively know each other's morning routine. It was
almost like they were an old married couple, perfectly comfortable
and at ease with each other. It was both sweet and sexy at the same
time.

Alisa had gone down to the
kitchen soon after Tristan left the inn. She had already cooked a
batch of scrambled eggs and sausages, and was mixing the pancake
batter when Gramma and Ne-ma came into the kitchen. They didn't seem
surprised to see her. They simply beamed at her and gave each other
triumphant, knowing smiles.

“You're perfect!”
the two ladies had crowed happily. “Just perfect.”

She assumed they were talking
about her cooking. And their praise made her very happy indeed.

The breakfast crowd was small
but lively, and she got to know some of the guests staying at
Broomstick Inn. The lunchtime crowd though promised to be much
bigger. From the customers streaming into Broomstick Hall, Alisa
knew that she had to get another tray of lasagne into the oven as
fast as possible.

Gramma and Ne-ma came in to
refill their coffee pots. “Wow, it's real busy today.”
Ne-ma whistled. “What a crowd.”

“Yeah, and Tristan and
the boys haven't even been in yet.”

“Tristan is coming?”
Alisa said before she could stop herself. Her hand automatically
went to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

“Yep. Tristan comes
here for lunch with his crew almost every day. But they usually come
in later, after the lunch crowd has left.”

“I guess I better
prepare another tray of lasagne,” Alisa mumbled, hurrying to
pull out more ingredients from the fridge. Building houses was hard
work. She would make sure Tristan and his crew were well-fed, with
enough carbs and protein to power those huge muscles.

Alisa bit her lip as she
began to chop and dice all those fresh ingredients. She was behaving
like a little wife, worrying and fretting about her husband and
wanting to keep him healthy and happy.

She shook away the thought.
It was strange how close she felt to the Gray family when she had
only just met them. It was almost like she belonged here, in this
family.

Alisa was just straightening
up from the oven when she heard loud male voices. She looked up and
saw two tall, brawny men with the same striking green eyes as Tristan
bounding into the kitchen and grabbing Gramma and Ne-ma in big bear
hugs.

“Gramma! Ne-ma!”
the two big men yelled.

“Oh, put me down, you
rascals!” Gramma scolded, but her eyes were shining with joy.
“Let me take a good look at you. You've grown thinner, Aidan.”

“Nah, just taller,”
Aidan answered with a grin.

“Something smells real
good.” The two men sniffed the air and spun round. “It's
her!”

“Aidan! Mason! Behave
yourselves!” Ne-ma said.

Aidan and Mason came towards
Alisa, grinning mischievously.

“I don't think we've
met. I'm Aidan Gray, and this is my brother, Mason.” Aidan
was smiling, but his eyes were sharp and assessing. His smile
vanished when he saw the puncture marks on her neck. “You've
been bitten by a vamp.”

Alisa's hand flew to her
neck. “Y-yes. Tristan saved me. He…”

Mason squinted at her and
took a sniff. Alisa backed away in shock. What the hell was he
doing?

“He did more than save
you,” Mason said. “Do you see that, Aidan? Tristan's
mark.”

Broad smiles split their
handsome faces and they lunged for her. Before she could scream, she
found herself being hugged to death by two enthusiastic, muscular
men. “Welcome to the family! Oh, that sneaky bastard didn't
tell us anything!”

“Maybe he wanted to
surprise us with a nephew or a niece!”

“This is wonderful!”

Gramma and Ne-ma came to pry
those two big men off her. “Let her breathe, you big louts,”
Gramma said laughing. “Aidan and Mason are Tristan's younger
brothers. They just got back from the city,” Gramma told her.

“Where are your
manners?” Ne-ma gave them resounding smacks on their behinds.

Aidan and Mason laughed and
stuffed their hands in their pockets.

“Sorry, we got carried
away. But we're just so excited!”

“Yeah. We even forgot
to ask you your name.”

Alisa smiled. “I'm
Alisa Perez. Your Gramma and Ne-ma hired me as the new chef for
Broomstick Inn.”

Aidan and Mason turned to
each other wordlessly, their eyes and mouths rounding. Then they
frowned and slanted suspicious looks at Gramma and Ne-ma.

“Did you two...”
Aidan wagged his finger.

“Oh, lunch is ready!”
Gramma clapped loudly and steered her two beefy grandsons out of the
kitchen before they could say more.

Alisa stared at their
departing backs and smiled. She could see the familial resemblance.
Tristan and his brothers were all tall, blond and broad, with
stunning green eyes. And like Gramma and Ne-ma, they were all warm
and welcoming, making her feel at home almost immediately.

She pulled out the fresh tray
of lasagne and cut large slices onto two big plates. “Aidan
and Mason must be hungry after their long journey home,” she
said, handing Ne-ma the plates. “I hope they like lasagne.”

Ne-ma patted her hand and
smiled. “They love it. After years of city living, I know
they miss home-cooked food. And absolutely nothing tastes better
than food cooked with love.”