Two Bears For Christmas (4 page)

Aye we will. Which is why it is up to the both of us tae see that she enjoys it. Dinnae fash yourself, Roddy. Just do what comes naturally. She is our mate. I feel it deep in my bones. The universe designed her tae enjoy making love tae us. I know it.

Placing the head of his cock against her back entrance, Roddy leaned forward ever so slowly. Sweat broke out on his brow as he did his best to keep control of his need to ram his cock deep inside his mate and fuck her until she screamed.

Her screaming was something he wanted to hear, needed to hear, but he wanted her screams of pleasure, not of pain. Gritting his teeth, he pressed forward, the head of his cock stretching her.

With one last push, the tight ring of her anus gave way and he was inside. Her ass gripped him so tight, his eyes nearly crossed at the sensation, but he managed to hold himself still when he heard her soft whimper.

“Are ye okay, love?” He held himself still as death while her body adjusted to his invasion.

“Yes.” She panted while Ewan continued to feast on her breasts, his hands alternately skimming up and down her sides, or grasping her hair to hold her to him. “I’m okay. But it hurts. I don’t see this happening again, unless something drastic occurs.”

“Ye remember that I told ye it would hurt at first?” Roddy’s heart nearly broke at her words, but he couldn’t stop now. They hadn’t reached the part where he would give her pleasure. Not yet. “The pleasure is coming, lass.” He hoped he told her the truth. He wanted this woman as their mate. The last thing he wanted to do was fuck up their chance to be together.

Ewan pulled her down for another deep kiss while he worked his way deeper and deeper until his hips rested against her ass. “I’m inside now, lass. Let me know when the pain ends.”

“It’s—it’s good,” she said into Ewan’s chest.
Let’s just get this over with. It hurts and I never want to do this again.

Roddy’s spirits fell at her words. He knew she would never have said that out loud, just as he knew she thought this was all a dream. Maybe they were only getting what they deserved. Allowing her to think this was nothing more than a dream was wrong. They should have convinced her that this was real before they made love to her. It didn’t matter how desperate they had been to make love to their mate. She should have come first. She should always come first.

And she will, Roddy. She doesn’t realize it yet, but that strange pressure she’s confusing for pain will drive her over the edge before long. Just give it tae her the way your instincts tell ye tae.

Roddy met Ewan’s gaze with a nod. “Get ready, love. We’re about tae take ye on the ride of your life.” And, by the gods, she would love it. She had to.

Slowly, he pulled out, her muscles gripping him tight. She might think she didn’t like his cock wedged tight in her ass, but her body did. Her ass embraced his cock, her muscles dragging over his erection as he pulled from her clasping flesh.

Slowly, he worked a rhythm to drive her wild—to drive them both wild, while Ewan continued to stimulate her breasts with his lips and tongue.

Leaning forward, he reached around her, slid his fingers through her wet slit and circled her clit. Her release came swift and fierce. Her body bowed as she rocked back against him and screamed.

Roddy quickly followed her over the edge as he gripped her hips tight, threw his head back, and came with a deep groan. This was what he had waited centuries for. His bear took over for a split second and he growled deep in his throat. “Mate!”

Sun streamed through the window when Tabitha woke. Dust motes danced in the shining rays. Rolling onto her back, she groaned when muscles she didn’t know existed before protested movement.

Where am I? Am I awake, or am I still dreaming?
With the way her muscles protested, she was certain she was dreaming. She stretched languidly, a smile on her face. If only she could really find two hot younger men to take her to bed. It might kill her, but she’d die happy.

You’re awake, love.
She sat up and looked around at the sound of Ewan’s voice, but he wasn’t in the room.

“It was a dream.” Why did she sound disappointed? She should be relieved to find out that she hadn’t just spent a night with two younger men she didn’t know. It didn’t matter that they were two, uber-hot men with accents to die for.

Tabitha tried to dismiss the disappointment at finding herself alone. It didn’t work. She glanced around, trying to figure out in whose bed she had awakened. If it was Carl’s bed, she would kill herself.

Ye aren’t with that ass, Carl. Why would ye even think ye would give over tae a piece of cow dung like him?
Roddy said with a growl.

Frowning, she sat up, dragging the sheet with her. Where were those voices coming from? Was she going mad, or was she still drunk?

“Ah, lass, dinnae tell us ye were intoxicated when we made love tae ye. We gave ye the choice, and ye seemed sober enough,” Ewan said as he walked into the room carrying a tray. “It’s against the laws of our people tae take a woman without her express consent. Dinnae tell us that we didnae have it.”

Torn between laughing with joy and gasping with shock, Tabitha shook her head after one look at his crestfallen expression. “I wasn’t drunk. I was dreaming.”

“Are we your dream, now, lass?” He smiled at her, set the tray on the bedside table, and sat on the edge of the bed. “I’ve always wanted tae be the dream man of a bonnie lass such as ye.”

“I never said—” She threw her arms up. “You know what? Never mind. Yes, you’re my dream man. Roddy is my dream man. But it doesn’t matter because this is a dream. Men like you aren’t interested in full-figured women like me.” Tears streamed down her face. “Now can I wake up?”

“That’s what I’ve been telling ye, lass. Ye haven’t been dreaming.” He cupped her cheek. “We’re real. What happened tae ye last night was real. All of it.” His expression sobered. “And I never want tae hear ye say ye aren’t a wee bonnie lass ever again.” Leaning down, he pressed a quick kiss to her lips.

Swallowing thickly, Tabitha thought about it. Did she really want this to be a dream, or did she hope it was reality?

God help her, she hoped it was real. As much as she felt like a slut for what she did with these two men last night, she wanted it to be real. Never before had she ever felt so small, beautiful or cherished as she did last night with these two strange Scots.

“I—okay,” she said meekly. He seemed so dominant, so forceful, so…alpha. Her face burned at the thought. Had she finally realized her dream and found an alpha male who wanted her—needed her?

Ye haven’t only found one, lass. You’ve found two.
And men of our ilk cannae be anything but alpha.
Roddy walked into the room carrying three cups of steaming liquid. “Are ye ready for breakfast, lass?”

Reaching up, she tucked an errant lock of hair behind her ear. “Breakfast in bed?” She smiled. “No one’s ever brought me breakfast in bed before.”

“Then it’s about damned time someone cherished ye the way they should.” Roddy set the cups on the tray. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. “We know this will be difficult for ye tae believe, lass, but there are things ye should know about us before we take our relationship any further.”

“Relationship?” Tabitha’s heart skipped a beat. They wanted her to have a relationship with them—both of them? People didn’t really do that, did they? Wasn’t it just a fantasy dreamed up by the women authors she read?

Not once did she ever think that women
really
had long-term ménage relationships. They were the things of dreams and internet porn. Weren’t they?

“No, lass,” Ewan said with a smile that warmed her heart. “Ménage relationships are quite common where we come from.”

“In Scotland? Were they really that much different there? Somehow, she doubted it. “You’re pulling my leg. I don’t see people in Scotland being any different from people anywhere.” With the exception of that delicious accent, men were men no matter where a person went and generally, they didn’t play well with others when it came to their women.

Hell, she didn’t blame them. Tabitha wasn’t sure she would share well with others, either.

“Aye, lass, but not because of the location as much as because of the people ye will find there. Our people, our clan is different.”

“I doubt they’re much different than people everywhere.” She smiled. “But it’s sweet of you to say they are. I bet they appreciate your loyalty.”

“Our loyalty has precious little tae do with it, lass.” Ewan said as he reached across the tray for a plate filled with scrambled eggs and bacon. “Eat up, while we tell ye a story.”

He and Roddy each grabbed a plate from the tray and, taking turns, proceeded to tell her a fantastic tale.

“So,” she said after setting her plate aside and taking a sip of strong coffee. “You’re saying that your clan is really a clan of shape shifting polar bears home-based in Scotland?” She set her cup on the tray and shook her head with a chuckle. “And if I believe that, you have a bridge to sell me somewhere, right?”

Her chest ached as she wrapped the sheet around her and started to stand. “If you don’t mind, I really have to go to the bathroom, and then I need to get dressed.” She needed to get into the bathroom before the disappointment showed on her face. The last thing she wanted was to let them know they had gotten to her. They played a cruel game and she refused to give them the satisfaction of knowing they had hurt her. God only knew she had given them enough satisfaction the night before.

Picking up her clothes on the way, she entered the bathroom and closed the door behind her. Resting her hands on the countertop, she stared into the mirror at her bloodshot eyes. “You should have known they were too good to be true,” she told her reflection. “They had their fun, now they’re telling you this fantastic tale to get rid of you.”

That isn’t true, lass.
She frowned at the sound of Ewan’s voice in her head.

If I have to have an inner voice, it should at least be my own.
Turning, she dropped the sheet and stomped to the toilet to relieve herself. Why was it that sometimes her inner voice was her own and other times it sounded just like Roddy or Ewan?

Because it
is
us, lass. We’re not human. We’re telepathic. We can read your thoughts as well as talk tae ye in this manner.

Now she was just plain going nuts. Moving to the shower, she turned on the taps and adjusted the heat. She would take a nice, long hot shower, dress in her dirty clothes and go home with the fervent hope that the only souvenir she took home with her was her memories. Not once had she thought about protection. Even now, she could be carrying Ewan’s child or worse, could have caught something from one or both of them.

We aren’t diseased and we dinnae have rabies, lass,
Ewan’s voice was a mixture of amusement and outrage.

See? That was proof that the voices were her own overactive imagination. They couldn’t possibly read her mind and they couldn’t talk to her telepathically, either. That was just plain crazy.

“She thinks she’s gone daft, or we have,” Ewan said as he stared at the bathroom door. His cock grew hard as he listened to the sound of the shower running. Just imagining their mate with the water cascading down her creamy skin, the droplets standing on her beautiful body like crystals just waiting for him to lick her dry had his cock throbbing with anticipation.

“Aye, old friend.” Roddy nodded. “I hear her thoughts as well.” He turned to Ewan and raised his brow. “So what do we do, now?”

“We wait and show her when she leaves the bathroom.”

“She’ll scream, ye know.”

“Aye, Roddy, she will. But what else will convince her we’re telling her the truth and not making up a story tae get rid of her?” Ewan stood and grabbed the tray full of dirty dishes. “Take this tae the kitchen, will ye? The less we have in here tae break, the better.”

It was just a good thing their apartment was in an old factory. The floors were reinforced and the building mostly empty, since the clan had purchased it for men like themselves to stay here and search for mates.

Once they found out a couple of human women were capable of becoming mates to their kind, the clan spread out. A few members of the clan went to various countries in search of the men or women who could make them whole. Tabitha Kingsley was just that, to them.

Roddy took the tray along with a few other breakable objects and left the room. “I’ll be right back.”

“Aye. You’ll need tae hurry. I think she’s almost done and you’ll need tae barricade the door so she cannae run.”

That was always a risk. She was human. She had lived her entire life ignorant of the existence of shape shifters, because that was the way they wanted it—the way they needed it for their kind to survive.

Now, they needed to show her that they hadn’t taken advantage of her last night—at least, not the way she thought they had.

Ewan heard her turn off the water and smiled at her soft curse at a missing piece of clothing. He smiled and patted his back pocket where he’d stuffed her underwear when he left the room to make their breakfast earlier.

Steam billowed from the room when she opened the door. She stalked out wearing nothing but one of their large bath towels. The water glistened on her creamy skin, just the way he’d imagined, and he fought the urge to yank her into his arms and lick it off. One drop in particular held him spellbound as it traveled over her collarbone and down between her full breasts.

Biting back a groan, he saw her lips move and heard her say something, but didn’t quite catch what she said, so mesmerized was he with that droplet of water and her lush breasts barely covered with the towel that slipped precariously down as she searched for her under things.

“Have you seen my panties?” She glanced up at him, frowned, and rested her hands on her hips. “Okay, where is my underwear?” She held out one hand as though he would admit to having the scrap of lace he intended to keep from her for the rest of their lives. As far as he and Roddy were concerned, they were a souvenir of their first night with their mate. He was never giving them up.