Sold To The Bears (A BBW Paranormal Romance Book 1) (19 page)

I smiled even harder. "Well, I kind of like your feet just the way they are, without any serious injuries from broken glass. So, yes, carrying me over the regular floor will be just fine."

Grinning, he swiftly scooped me up and then surprised me by immediately giving me a brief hungry kiss on my mouth with a low growl rumbling in his chest.

When he pulled away, he looked at me with his green eyes still twinkling. "Sorry. I'm feeling a little greedy. Just couldn't resist having my reward even before I'd earned it."

While I giggled, he carried me into the bedroom and set me on my bed.

Not a moment later, Grant crawled in beside me, pulled me close, and spoke in a low, husky voice near my ear. "We know you've been a bit deprived lately. So have we. But that ends right now. Tonight we aim to satisfy you on such a level that it'll more than make up for the past few days of deprivation."

I rolled toward Grant, hiking a leg up on his hip, already feeling myself becoming wet. I'd been patient long enough. I was beyond ready for some satisfaction.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Not even a second after I'd hiked my leg up on Grant's slim hip, a loud knock sounded on the front door. Loud enough to be heard crystal clearly through the foyer, down the hallway, and into my bedroom. At almost the same time, Grant's phone began going off.

He frowned, relaxing his hold on me just slightly. "This had better be a literal life-and-death emergency."

The knocking sounded again, even a bit louder this time, and Adrian, who'd been lighting the tall red pillar candles on my dresser, swore, his gaze going to Grant and me. "Let's just not answer. Whoever it is, they'll go away."

At first, Grant seemed inclined to agree. He pulled me even closer and began kissing me while running a hand up and down my leg that was hiked up on his hip. But the knocking didn't stop. It actually even got louder.

Soon, Grant broke the kiss with a menacing sort of growl. "I'm not kidding. This had better be life or death."

If it wasn't, I felt more than a bit sorry for whoever was on the other side of the front door. Though even at the same time, I felt like making a sort of menacing little growl myself. I'd waited too long to have Grant and Adrian back in my bed to be interrupted. However, as the knocking continued, it didn't seem as if an interruption were avoidable.

With another angry sort of growl, Grant released me and rolled out of bed. "I'll go see who the hell this is and what they want. You can accompany me, Adrian. No way to tell how long this little interruption may take, and no way one of us gets to enjoy the pleasure of sharing Lila's bed for a far longer length of time than the other."

Grant began heading out of the bedroom, and Adrian followed, after a longing backward glance at me on the bed.

I knew that by taking Adrian with him, Grant had just been wanting to keep things fair, even though his request did seem to maybe reveal some feelings of possession as well, which I actually kind of liked. Bringing Adrian with him might have been fair to
him
, it didn't feel quite fair to
me
. It didn't feel quite fair to me and my growing need for intimacy. Because now, instead of having at least one brother in my bed, I had zero. A fact that made me grit my teeth in irritation and frustration.

I just hoped that whoever was knocking
wasn't
bringing word of some life-or-death situation. Because I knew if they were, Grant would inevitably be needed, probably Adrian, too, and who knew when they'd return. And I just couldn't suffer another night of not having both of them in my bed, especially now that I'd been a little worked up.

But soon, after hearing a voice in the foyer that I recognized as Steven's, though I couldn't make out exactly what he was saying, it seemed that another night alone was to be my fate. After not even half a minute, I heard my front door shut, and then nothing. Silence. Grant and Adrian had left without even saying goodbye.

I sat up in bed, more than a bit huffy, but worried at the same time, because I knew whatever situation Steven came knocking about surely had been a life-or-death one, and I hoped everything and everyone was okay. Just then, the alarm sirens went off, increasing my worry.

I knew that Steven had been flying above the town in dragon form that evening, aiding the patrols and the guards in the towers by trying to spot wolves from the sky, though even with his increased vision abilities as a shifter, this was always a difficult task when it was dark. I wondered if a wolf had been able to slip past his sight and all the guards and had attacked someone in the city. I wondered if there was even another wolf in the yard, like there had been the other day.

I didn't have to wonder for long. My phone went off, and it was Adrian, saying he was just about to shift and would have to make it quick. "A mile or so outside of town, a few of the northern wolves were able to stop an export truck coming back into town. The driver was able to call some of the guards before shifting to defend himself, and backup arrived to help him before the wolves could do much damage to him.

“In the meantime, a few of the Stony Rapids wolves might have slipped into town while the couple of guards were away from their posts helping the driver. So, Grant, Samuel, Steven, and I need to lead some men in hunting them down right now before anyone's hurt. We'll come back to the house as soon as we can."

"Okay. Be safe. I love you."

"I love you, too."

Adrian hung up, and I set my phone on the nightstand with a sigh. It was partly a sigh of relief that no one had been badly hurt or killed, but it was partly a sigh of frustration. Lord only knew how long it would take for Grant and Adrian to return to the house. Obviously, I wanted them to find the wolves and take them out before they could hurt anyone, but at the same time, I couldn't deny that my frustration was reaching critical mass. I wasn't sure how I was going to get through another night without satisfaction. I now had yet another reason to despise the wolves.

Wanting to try to stay up as late as I could to wait for Grant and Adrian, just on the chance that they actually came home before midnight or so, I figured I'd better find something to occupy myself out of bed so that I wouldn't fall asleep. Not that I thought that would be possible right away, anyway, considering the nagging, frustrating ache low in my belly. I didn't think I'd even be able to ignore it enough to drift off.

I ended up drawing a bubble bath and taking a book in with me, though after a while of trying to become engrossed in the book, I realized I'd read the same page probably three times without even really comprehending what I was reading.

Sighing, I tossed the paperback over the side of the tub and sank lower in the bubbles. "Damned wolves."

I closed my eyes and tried to relax, focusing on the hope that it was at least possible that Grant and Adrian could return before it got too late.

Though soon, my thoughts strayed elsewhere. The frustrating ache low in my belly hadn't gone anywhere, and it seemed to make me move one of my hands to caress my slippery thighs without even really being fully aware of the action. I imagined Grant and Adrian's long-fingered, strong hands and how good it felt to have them run their hands all over my body.

Soon the faintest of moans escaped my mouth as I almost unconsciously moved my hand to my feminine mound and began caressing it with a few fingers. The sensitive little bud between my feminine lips was now tingling and throbbing a bit, and after a short while, my fingers began probing my lips apart to gain access to it, seemingly of their own accord.

Suddenly, I realized what I was doing and stopped. Something had jarred me out of my reverie, but I didn't even realize what it had been. At first, I thought it seemed like it was a noise, but after several moments of listening, I realized that it hadn't been a noise. It had actually been the absence of noise, specifically, alarm siren noise. The sirens had stopped, filling me with hope that maybe the wolf problem had already been resolved and Grant and Adrian would be home soon.

But then again, I realized, sometimes in the interest of not keeping people awake, the alarm sirens were stopped after blaring for only a short time at night, even if the problem hadn't been resolved yet. But just the same, I decided to halt my wandering fingers and get out of the bath, just so I wouldn't be tempted to satisfy myself before

Grant and Adrian arrived home. For one thing, satisfaction from my own hand couldn't even hold a candle to the satisfaction
they
gave me anyway, and for another thing, I decided I'd rather wait and take my chances that I might get
real
satisfaction, from them, later on. I wanted to be just as hungry for it as I was currently, so that the payoff from my patience would be that much more fulfilling.

After getting out of the bath, drying off, and dressing in just a dark red satiny robe, I strolled out to the kitchen, stunned to realize that intimacy wasn't the only thing I was hungry for. I was also hungry for actual food again, even after dinner and two slices of pie.

I made a sandwich and nibbled it leaning over the counter, wondering if I was just feeling some sort of false hunger simply because I was frustrated and a little bored waiting up for Grant and Adrian.

Maybe I'd only
thought
I felt hunger because my mind was subconsciously seeking some sort of activity to pass the time. Halfway through the sandwich, I was sure this was it. The combination of cold chicken and lettuce between the two slices of bread suddenly disgusted me, and I tossed the half-eaten sandwich in the garbage, swallowing back a rising bitterness in the back of my throat.

"Ugh."

I knew I wasn't really hungry, and was in fact, probably still overstuffed from dessert, to have a sandwich combination I usually liked, disgust me like that. I resolved I was done with food for the night, no matter how bored I got. I went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth, and while I did so, the minty freshness of the toothpaste drove away all traces of the disgust and mild nausea I'd felt.

Soon I was back in bed, trying to get back into my book again without much success. It wasn't long before I tossed it aside again and turned off the bedside table lamp, irritated. The frustrating dull ache low in my belly hadn't gone away, not even close.

Now that I was in bed again, surrounded by Grant and Adrian's masculine scents on the blankets, the frustrating ache was even intensifying. I wanted them so badly.  Being in the candlelit bedroom, frustration only increased, and I became determined to have them both that night, no matter how late I had to wait up.

I'd wait up until dawn if that's what it took. I was determined to have my satisfaction.

I just hoped Grant and Adrian wouldn't be too tired for lovemaking by the time they got home, though as soon as I thought this, the idea almost made me laugh out loud. With their increased sexual appetites and stamina from being shifters, Grant and Adrian were never too tired for lovemaking. At least, they hadn't been yet.

With my head resting on a tall stack of pillows, I closed my eyes, inhaling the sweet scent of the cinnamon-and-vanilla candles, as well as Grant and Adrian's scents from the blankets. I'd just let my mind drift, I figured. I'd just relax a bit. But I wouldn't go to sleep.

Though soon, after maybe a few minutes, I did enter a state of maybe not really dozing, but at least very deep relaxation. I couldn't help but picture Grant and Adrian's handsome, strong-jawed faces in my mind. I couldn't help but picture their long, hard bodies, naked. Eventually, I couldn't help but picture their rock-hard rods, so similar in length and thickness, in great detail.

And it was about that time that I untied the satiny belt of my dark red robe and fully opened the front of it, exposing my complete nakedness.

With my eyes still closed, and in such a state of deep relaxation I was hardly even aware of doing the action, I moved a hand to one of my breasts and began circling the stiffened nipple with a single fingertip. The sensation made me sigh with pleasure, and I began caressing my other stiffened nipple at the same time as well. My thighs parted, and I became aware that my feminine parts had become slick again.

My sensitive little bud was throbbing and tingling with need. Even in my dreamy, relaxed state, I knew I couldn't hold off not touching it much longer. My own touch would be a very poor replacement for the feel of Grant and Adrian making love to me.  Grant had been right; I'd been deprived.

I was at the point that I couldn't take it anymore. Though I still planned to wait up for them, I had to have at least a little relief in the meantime.

I walked the fingers of one hand from my breast down to my thighs, continuing to picture Grant and Adrian's very large shafts. I caressed my thighs and feminine mound briefly before moving a finger to the spot that really needed attention. With a gasp, I immediately began stroking, unable to hold back any longer.

A fantasy soon came into my mind, a fantasy that had crossed my mind before, though thus far, I hadn't shared it with Grant and Adrian. Not because I was extremely bashful about speaking up in regards what I wanted in the bedroom or anything; I definitely wasn't. It was more just that we'd been engaged with other lovemaking activities, and then I hadn't shared a bed with them in a few days.

The fantasy that I was imagining right then was me on my back, legs spread, just how I was, and Grant and Adrian taking turns making love to me, one thrusting into my slickness while the other one watched, hungry, impatient, and panting with need.