Oriana and the Three Werebears (15 page)

“Ultimately, it was our failure. We should have known how you felt before now. We could have at least asked.”

He smoothed the shirt over her shoulders. “And Jack doesn’t blame you. Had that been the case, you would have been spanked regardless of Jordan’s objections. I should have told you the house rules about honesty, made sure you understood how important it is that you alert us to these kinds of things, and…” A sad smile touched his lips. “And I should have been more reassuring.”

Dammit, she was going to cry again. “Jon—”

He laid a single finger over her lips. “Just know that you can come to me with anything. Always. No matter what you tell me, it will not change how I feel. I love you. Nothing can change that.”

Oriana folded her hand over his and pulled it from her mouth.

“Really? You love me?”

“I think I fell in love the moment I found you sleeping in my bed.”

Taking her chin and tilting it up, he lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers. His kiss was slow, languid, deep, and filled with promises—both erotic and heartfelt. Everlasting. She categorized every sensation, impressing it to her memory so she’d never forget this magical moment. She inhaled his scent of sunshine and citrus, savored his taste and her essence, the way his tongue caressed hers, the warm texture of his mouth. It seemed the kiss would never end, and she didn’t want it to.

Finally, he drew back slightly. “Perhaps we should revisit the bed that introduced us,” he breathed against her lips.

Upon her dazed nod, he smiled and swept her up into his arms. “Close your eyes, my love.”

Doing as he bade, her other senses honed in on her surroundings to compensate for the loss of sight. She registered his warmth, his steady strength, and the flow of the air brushing against her exposed skin as he carried her. Her ears perked at the faint click of a door closing behind them. The sensation of being lowered followed and supple fabric met her bottom. He pulled her shirt up and off as he guided her to lay back. A faint tropical perfume enveloped her body as Jonathan tenderly released his hold and her weight relaxed into the cushioned softness.

She felt him move away.

Quiet moments passed, and she sensed something was changing around her. It grew heavy, still, a feeling of expectation descended—a muted
whoosh
marred the silence. Instantly, a warm, gentle breeze blew and the scent of coconut floated by, sharing the current with the hum of swaying palm trees and romantic music.

Oriana dwelled in her self-imposed darkness as long as she could, not wanting to break the romantic spell he wove around them, but curiosity finally got the best of her.

She slowly opened her eyes.

Instead of the sunshine-bright cheeriness she was accustomed to, she found Jonathan’s bedroom cast in shadow, illuminated only by the flickering flames of aromatic candles. Disoriented, she rose up on her elbows. The virtual window showcased a beautiful deserted beach absorbed in the dusky hues of sunset—a scene made even more realistic by the dancing curtains that moved to and fro in the sultry tropical breeze.

Paradise at twilight.

The visual in combination with the surrounding scents and sounds was a feast for the senses. If she didn’t know better, she would think his room was located inside a beachfront condo in Hawaii rather than a cabin-in-a-cave in Alaska.

“Naughty girl,” Jonathan murmured as joined her on the bed, his hard, naked body pressing its heat into hers. “Did I say you could open your eyes?”

She gazed up at him in awe. “How did you do this?”

He smiled as his finger meandered across her chest. “A magician never reveals his tricks.”

Lowering his head, his lips followed the path his finger had traced. Oriana’s breath grew ragged as he sucked and flicked an aching nipple with his tongue. His hand cupped her other breast, gently kneading it and plying the nipple with firm strokes from his thumb.

To her surprise, Jonathan’s sinful mouth and wicked fingers hadn’t completely emptied her during
breakfast
. Her core tingled and slick moisture coated her swollen folds, her body eagerly preparing her for the promise of carnal delights.

Tangling her fingers in his hair, she lifted his head and guided his lips to hers. She explored his mouth thoroughly, tasting all she could of him before breaking the kiss and dragging her lips over his jaw.

“Tell me, Ori,” he whispered. “Are you a good girl or a naughty girl? Where does your pleasure reside?”

“Both,” she replied, licking and nipping his neck. “I want it all. Gentle and slow, hard and fast… think you can satisfy both sides of me?”

He laughed quietly. “Of course.”

Positioning himself at her entrance, Jonathan pressed forth, eliciting a gasp from Oriana as his hard cock slid home. Slow and tender, he made love to her body, building a steady rhythm that stroked the fires of her searing core until she tightened her legs around his waist, panting his name and clawing his back as she strove to reach the pinnacle of her desire.

Just as she was about to tumble over the edge into orgasmic oblivion, he withdrew his cock from her channel, leaving her at the brink.

Striving to catch her breath, her pussy throbbing painfully in emptiness, Oriana stared at Jonathan, waiting for him to tell her what was wrong, explain why he’d stopped.

He smiled and winked.

Sonofabitch!

He was playing with her.

“What the hell, Jonathan? Stop fucking arou—”

He rose up and flipped her onto her stomach. “Don’t move,” he ordered before leaving the bed.

She looked over her shoulder to find him collecting a bottle of lubricant and some condoms from the nightstand drawer. He laid the items next to a burning candle on the bedside table.

“What are you doing?

He slammed the drawer shut. “Good girls get sweet words and orgasms. Naughty girls get candle wax and a dick in their ass.”

Her mouth fell open in shock, even though her pussy clenched in excitement.

“Well, what were you expecting?” he asked as he took hold of her upper arm and ankle, then abruptly spun her so she lay across the bed. “I don’t dare put my dick in that dirty mouth of yours.”

Oh. My. God!

He captured her calves and drew her toward him. When her knees reached the edge of the mattress, he grasped her hips and pulled up and back, forcing her lower body to rise.

“Good girls don’t use dirty words. Since you do, I can only assume you’re a naughty girl. A naughty girl with a dirty,
dirty
mouth.”

How freaking hot!

It was a completely unexpected turn of events. She had imagined Jonathan as a sweet, sensitive lover—which he was. She just never thought he would ever be so… adventurous. Commanding. Definitely a surprise—but a pleasant one.

When she tried to raise her upper body to line it with the lower half, he used a flat palm to press her back down, forcing her to keep her “bowing” position.

“And do you remember what naughty girls get?” he asked.

She nearly choked. “A dick in their ass?”

“Exactly.”

He spread her wide. Moments passed and he did nothing but continue to stare. Her body melted under his appraisal, her channel flooding as it throbbed with hot desire and expectation. Moaning, Oriana pressed her face into the sheets, trying to slow her breathing and regain control of herself.

It was of no use.

“Please, Jonathan,” she whispered. “I’m begging you.”

He tsked. “Naughty girl. Why should I do anything to bring you pleasure?” he murmured. “I should be punishing you for your bad language.”

She shivered. If he kept talking to her this way, she might be able to come just from his words alone.

“Can’t you just make me do chores? Like clean the house or something?”

Jonathan sighed heavily. “You’re not allowed to clean. It’s against the house rules.”

A soft laughed escaped her throat.

There was a faint click. Cold liquid gel met with her soft, nether hole.

“I’m being serious,” he said. “You might be a naughty girl, but you’re still our princess.”

She pressed against his hand as he spread the minty smelling lubricant around. “So if I get caught doing the dishes?”

“You might find yourself bent back over the island.” He slipped a finger in her ass, probing gently. “So do your best to refrain from such things. Jack is very strict.”

“And if I follow the rules like I’m supposed to?”

“Then you get rewarded instead of penalized.”

She gasped as hot drops of liquid spilled over her ass cheeks.

The wax was not hot enough to burn her skin, but in contrast to the coolness of the lubricating gel, it seemed scorching. Her body instantly reacted to the polar stimulation, becoming intensely sensitized—more so than she thought ever possible. Her nipples tightened painfully as they scraped against the fabric of the sheet. Her pussy gushed, her essence seeping out, warm and sticky against her thighs.

Jonathan inserted a second finger into her ass, then brushed her clit with his free hand. She cried out, moving against him, her orgasm so close. Which is why she nearly fell into tears when he pulled away yet again, leaving her hovering, but unfulfilled.

“Please, Jonathan. Please, please, please… Please don’t leave me like this.”

“Relax, Ori. Enjoy the buildup. I promise I will not leave you hanging.”

While not exactly what her body wanted to hear, Oriana took comfort in his words. She knew he wouldn’t lie to her. He would take care of her needs.

And so it went, he teased and cajoled her until she writhed in desperation, crying, begging and pleading for him to take her, sure she would die if she didn’t come immediately.

Finally, she heard the soft tearing sound of the condom package, followed by his thickness pressing at the entry of her nether hole.

She climax as he slid his hard cock deep in her ass.

It didn’t stop there.

Each penetrating thrust prolonged the experience, forcing her to ride wave after wave of pure erotic bliss, her body literally shaking with the intensity of the rush accompanying the multiple orgasms.

It seemed never ending.

Only when she was limp with exhaustion, unable to do more than whimper with the powerful aftershocks, did Jonathan find his own pleasure.

It had been three days since Jon had taken Oriana to his bed, and he would not do so again until she and Jordan had an opportunity to be together. It was a personal decision he’d made, not wanting to take all of her sexual passion for himself just because he was accessible and Jordan was taking his damn sweet time.

However, he hoped Jordan would make a move soon. It was becoming increasingly difficult for Jon to deny himself. True, when he and Ori were alone and she was feeling frisky, he made sure she got hers, manually satisfying her body until completion—after all, he wasn’t going to punish her for Jordan’s hesitation. But the abstinence was starting to physically hurt him. Cold-showers weren’t as useful as everyone claimed them to be.

This situation didn’t seem to be a problem for Jack. His brother was always in the office, secreted away from temptation. Jack claimed the long hours were because Jon and Jordan were rarely working these days, and he had to pick up the slack. But Jon was sure it was because the eldest wasn’t ready to face the fact that he loved Oriana.

Jack wasn’t a love-at-first-sight kind of guy.

Strangely enough, Ori seemed to be avoiding Jack as well. But when she and Jack did encounter each other, however briefly, the heavy sexual tension that erupted between the two was so thick it could be cut with a knife—which just made the prim and proper way Ori and Jack interacted with each other that much funnier. Both of them were so stubborn.

So the last three days had progressed as the three before, with them hanging out, watching movies or playing games, talking and taking meals—of course, all minus Jack. Jack would make an appearance every once in a while, as if checking in on them, but other than that, he usually stayed away.

Pulling himself from his musings, Jon walked into the kitchen to help Jordan gather supplies. This would be Ori’s first time outside since she came to the bunker, and they wanted it to be special. It was a bright sunny day with little wind, and uncharacteristically warm, so they decided to take their guest for a picnic at a small hot spring Jon had found nearby.

“We need to tell her,” Jordan said. “I don’t know about you, but I can’t stand lying to her. It’s wrong.”

“Tell her what? That her plane works, or that we can shift into Kodiak bears?”

“Both. How can we preach honesty and demand she share her every feeling or thought, then keep things from her ourselves? It’s damn hypocritical.”

His brother was right. What bothered Jon the most was the plane thing—as that one directly affected her. At first, the lie had seemed insignificant, as Ori was in no condition to fly when she first arrived, and really, all they were doing was guaranteeing Jack’s cooperation, ensuring that he didn’t force her away. However, Ori was better now, and well enough to pilot an aircraft if she so chose. She could go home if she wanted.