Taming the Bear Collection (9 page)

      
He was so big that it hurt, but she didn't care. The pain was a good pain, an orgasmic pain that threatened to shatter Rain into a thousand pieces. She was so wet, both in the fantasy and real life, that she couldn't believe it.

      
Her opening was so wet it allowed Beorn's manhood to continue its assault unabated, picking up steam with each entry.

      
At this point Rain had parked her car, noticing that she was early and there was nobody else in the parking lot. She could do whatever she wanted; she had the key and nobody was getting into the building without her. Normally she worked alone on Saturdays, but occasionally someone else would show up to do some work. Maybe this was one of those lonely Saturdays, though. She could only hope.

      
Luckily she had worn a skirt to work. She took another glance around the parking lot before flipping the skirt up to reveal her soaking panties. Without hesitation she began to furiously rub her index finger and hand up and down her opening, pushing the fabric against her labia and the soft nub of her clit. It felt so good. She hadn't been this horny in so long.

      
She stopped looking for anyone else; she was past the point of caring. Her panties were in the way of her good time, so they had to be removed. Casually she pulled them to the side, revealing her swollen labia. She first started teasing herself, running her fingers up and down her slit. Each time they came close to her clit she took in a deep breath, feeling her breath going away. It was like there was a heavy weight on her chest and the only thing that could remove it was to explore deeper.

      
She bit her bottom lip to stifle a moan as she slid her two middle fingers inside of her, feeling the wet stickiness of her vagina as she began to work her fingers back and forth. At the same time she began to flick the pad of her thumb across her clit, sending lightning bolts of pleasure shooting through her body. Her wrist was beginning to hurt as she furiously fingered herself, wanting to feel the wonderful release of orgasm.

      
She threw her head back and began to moan softly, unable to bite her lip and hold it back anymore. Her moans got louder and louder as she continued to work her opening and clit in conjunction with expert precision. No man had ever been able to bring her to the point she could bring herself to, but she knew Beorn could. She continued to imagine the strong bear pounding away at her, giving her everything he had as she was helplessly smashed between him and the truck.

      
Then it hit her all at once, like an explosion in her vagina that spread through her entire body. Every nerve in her body tingled as her legs became wobbly. She sunk back into her seat, nearly melting into the leather. That was what she needed. It was the best.

      
A car horn went off, startling Rain and causing her to jump. Her head swiveled from side to side quickly, looking for the source of the intruding noise. As she found it her lip curled with disgust.

      
The old bitch Eden was parked a few spaces over, glaring at Rain. She'd had a run-in with Eden about a week ago when Eden was accosting Eva and trying to start a fight. Eden had always had it bad for Rowan and it drove her insane that he was mated to a human. It made her even angrier that Eva hadn't gotten down on her knees and kissed Eden's royal ass.

      
Eden was another wolf stuck in the old times. She thought a male wolf could claim whomever he wanted and could treat his woman any way he saw fit. She was appalled that Eva was a strong woman and wasn't following Rowan around on her knees begging for table scraps.

      
She made Rain sick. She had no respect for herself as a woman or a wolf. Unfortunately she occupied a position much higher up the food chain, both in pack politics and at City Hall. Luckily Rain didn't report directly to her, but Eden had lorded the fact that her job was more important on more than one occasion.

      
Rain wondered if Eden ever liked to dress in the furs Forrest had insisted the alphas wear to preserve the old times. She was sure the hussy had put them on more than once and danced around in front of Aster, probably letting him do whatever he wanted to her. She wasn't afraid to sleep with someone to get ahead in life, Rain guessed; it was the only explanation for how such an unpleasant bitch had managed to move up in position at City Hall.

      
Right now she was sitting in her overpriced BMW pointing at the door and waving her arms wildly. It was obvious she needed to be let into the building and Rain was the only one who could do it. Had she caught Rain masturbating? Surely not, or she would have already been out of her car, pouncing on the fact.

      
Rain opened up the car and stepped out, smoothing her skirt and shooting Eden the fakest smile she could muster. It was just dripping with sugary sweetness, enough to choke a bitch.

      
"What the fuck were you doing?" Eden demanded. "You had your eyes closed and everything!"

      
"I was sleeping," Rain lied, still smiling. "It's early and nobody was here so I grabbed a few quick Z's before opening up the building."

      
"I don't know why you have a key and I don't," Eden muttered, still trying to stare a hole right through Rain.

      
"Don't worry, boss!" Rain said, exploding with fake joy. "Let me get that for you."

      
Why the hell was Eden here? Rain was only here to answer phones until noon, and there was no reason for anyone from Eden's department to come in. Rain didn't give a damn, though. She just wanted the evil witch out of her sight.

      
"Now make sure you let me know if you're still here when it's time for me to go home," Rain said condescendingly. "I'd hate to forget about you and lock you inside."

      
Eden just huffed past her, stomping towards the stairs. Rain giggled, loving how easy it was to get under her worst enemy's skin. This was going to be a good weekend.

      
"Do you still want to go through with meeting Abaddon?" Beorn asked, leaning against the bed of his pickup truck and trying to look as bored as possible. If anyone was spying on the two friends, they'd probably think of this more as a routine conversation than something taboo.

      
"I'm not sure," Thorn said, standing casually with his hands in his pockets. He was looking at the ground, kicking a few pebbles around in the old parking lot.

      
The two had met outside the local feed store, which was closed due to the disappearance of the Oakdale pack members, and were trying to hash out their plan. They could have met at Thorn's house, but if they were being watched it would create more suspicion than was needed. It was safer to meet in public at the moment.

      
"You were so sure last night," Beorn reminded him.

      
"I know," Thorn said, staring off into the distance. "But it may have been foolhardy. Besides, I'm starting to feel bad that Aster doesn't know anything."

      
"Should he know?" Beorn asked, turning and absentmindedly fumbling with the ropes on his tarp. His truck bed was jam-packed with supplies, supplies he wanted to get home and unpack before his date tonight.

      
"Why shouldn't he?" Thorn looked up, trying to make eye contact, but Beorn just glanced over his shoulder before returning to the rope.

      
"He's a hothead, a bad one. If he finds out Leena is here and doesn't want to leave, he'd flip his lid and try to keep her here."

      
"That's true, but aren't we going to ask Abaddon the same thing?"

      
"We are, but we don't have the emotional tie that Aster does. Our conversation would go much more genially."

      
"It's true."

      
"So when do you want to do this meeting?"

      
"How about tomorrow night?"

      
Beorn hadn't considered that it would happen that quickly, but it was a pretty good idea to get it done and over with. Time was ticking before Abaddon's ultimatum was up.

      
"What if he turns on us?" Beorn asked. "He could be angry that we've kept his mate from him for the last two days."

      
"We've only had her for a day."

      
"It'll be two by the time we have the meeting."

      
"Oh, yeah."

      
"And what if he decides he wants her with or without the demon inside? Could we really give an innocent girl to him?"

      
"Aster and Rowan did it once."

      
"Can they do it again, though? Especially after ten years of not seeing her?"

      
"I don't know. We'll have to be the ones to make the exchange if he wants her."

      
"We'd have to go through Rowan to get her back."

      
"You can take Rowan easily," Thorn said, a half-smile creeping across his face. He had always admired Beorn's strength; it was a strength most wolves didn't have.

      
"That's not the point," Beorn said, puffing his chest out. "I could kill Rowan and Aster at the same time if I wanted to, the key word being 'want'."

      
"You don't want to?"

      
"This isn't my problem," Beorn said, throwing down the rope he had been fumbling with. "I appreciate your friendship and I love you like a brother, Thorn, but protecting your damn town is not my responsibility! I don't even like wolves, and here I am being asked to put my neck on the line to save them."

      
"You wouldn't just be saving me, though, you'd be saving her."

      
"Who?"

      
"Rain," Thorn said, chuckling. "The girl you have a date with."

      
"It's just a date," Beorn said, feeling his face grow red and hot. "It's not going to lead to anything. All I want to do is give her a good once-over."

      
"So your end game is to fuck this wolf and then send her packing?"

      
"Pretty much."

      
"What if she wants more?"

      
"She won't, they never do."

      
"You've done this before?" Thorn raised an eyebrow.

      
Beorn hoped Thorn couldn't read his lies so easily. He had never been with a wolf before in his life, but he didn't want to show anything remotely resembling care for one of them. If Thorn picked up on that weakness then it was curtains for Beorn; he'd be involved with the cursed canines for the rest of his days. Why had he even talked to the female last night? Why had he picked her up and let things get out of hand?

      
"Let's just drop it," Beorn said. "I'm grousing, but of course I'll help you. I don't like it one bit, though. And I'm not going to fight or kill Rowan or Aster. If we have to give Leena back, then we involve Rowan, but we can keep Aster out of it."

      
"Rowan wouldn't betray Aster like that."

      
"He might not have a choice." The heavy tone in Beorn's voice dropped between them like a hunk of lead falling out of the sky. Beorn's words were final and true: this was all they could do moving forward, and it wasn't an easy situation.

      
"Very well," Thorn said, turning to walk away. "I'll meet you back here tomorrow around seven, and we'll head out to meet with the Angels then."

      
"No problem," Beorn said. "See you then."

      
After Thorn had vanished around the building's corner, Beorn collapsed into his truck, using the steel bed to hold him up as he took a couple of deep breaths.

      
"My heart can't handle all these wolf problems," he muttered. "Why can't they just leave me out of it?"

      
Thoughts of Rain danced into his head, reminding him of the date he had set for today. He could just as easily not call her and be on his way home. She'd never find him and probably wouldn't see him when he came back to town. At the same time, there was something different about her, something of worth that the other wolves didn't have. She wasn't into anything the wolves were; she was her own creature.

      
It almost made Beorn laugh. He hated the wolves who bought too much into the pack dynamic, becoming too full of their own bullshit. But he also hated the wolves who basically became human, denying their wild side.

      
At least he could respect the wild wolves; they weren't denying who they truly were, like the house dogs who populated Bucklin. Rain was a house dog who didn't want to be in the house. She wanted to be wild and free, and Beorn was going to give her at least that.

      
He pulled the tiny gray pay-as-you-go phone out of his pocket and stared at it for several moments before also pulling out the piece of paper Rain had written her number on. With sweaty palms he worked the large blunt tips of his fingers across the too-tiny keys, trying to make sure he didn't call the wrong person.

      
After several long seconds of ringing, an angelic voice answered on the other end. Beorn immediately felt his hard heart soften and his once-sturdy legs now felt like they were detaching below him. If he hadn't been leaning on the truck bed he might have crashed hard to the old concrete below.

      
"Is Rain available?" he asked, trying to keep the gravel in his voice.

      
"This is Rain," the sugary-sweet voice on the other end said. "Is this Beorn?"