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Bruin: New Law MC

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by Ford, Hope

She keeps arguing with Ronan and I say it again. “Bree!”

  She flips her hair and looks at me angrily. “What?”

  I hold my hands out, palms out. “Do you trust me?”

  She instantly nods her head, not even second-guessing it.

  I cross my arms across my chest and tell her in a voice to let her know this is the end of it, “Well, then trust me to do what’s right.”

  She looks between Penny and me. I know she wants to argue more and I don’t blame her. Actually, it makes me feel good to know that Penny has someone else on her side. Well, someone besides me. Finally, Bree nods her head.

  Ronan changes the subject then. We bring in the food from outside and talk a little bit but then he makes an excuse for them to leave and we all start to say our goodbyes. Bree walks up to Penny and wraps her arms around her, whispering into her ear. I try to hear what Bree and Penny are saying, but I can’t. I know when Bree pulls away, Penny’s face is red and she won’t look at me. I’ve always done what’s right by the club or what the club expected of me. Now, I’m getting anxious knowing that I might make an enemy of them instead with all of this.

  No sooner does the door shut behind them than I hear Penny ask me in a soft voice, “What does that mean? You’ll do what’s right?”

  7

  Bruin

  I’ve listened to her these past few days. I may act like I don’t believe her, but in my gut I know she’s telling the truth. I called some of the guys to check out the details of her story, but even before they get back to me I know what the answer’s going to be. She hasn’t been acting like some blood-thirsty Eater; in fact, she’s proven to be just the opposite. That’s how I could tell Bree to trust me to do what’s right.

  And that’s just the tip of it. I’ve guarded her room every night. I’ve told myself I had to, that I need to make sure she doesn’t run. I know she can break free from the binds on her arms, but I didn’t have the heart to put anything stronger on her. So I’ve set in her room every night in the chair across the room from her bed. Unable to sleep, I’ve watched her, stared at her. Memorized every sweet noise she’s made. And the whole time, every night, I’ve been hard. I wasn’t ready for last night, I wasn’t expecting it. But when I heard her moan my name with her hips flexing, I knew she was dreaming of me. Fuck, me too, baby girl. Me too.

  She’s looking up at me now, with innocence on her face, and I know she wants me to answer her. But instead I gesture for her to follow me and I go to the back door of the house. I don’t look behind me, because I know she’s there, I know she’s following me. Stepping outside, I start to remove my clothes. I stand there facing Penny the whole time, looking at her face, daring her to watch. Her eyes are glued to me, but as soon as I reach for the buttons of my jeans, her face turns red and she turns away quickly.

  I don’t stop though. Before I shift, I tell her, “It’s been too long since I’ve shifted, since either of us has. Run with me?” I don’t wait for her to answer. I shift into my bear, the bones creaking during the transformation, and she turns back around to watch. I stand here on all fours, waiting on her.

  She reaches her hand out like she’s going to touch me, and I lower my head a little to let her. She jerks her hand back though and I won’t lie. I was wanting her touch.

  She reaches for her shirt and then twirls her hand around, telling me to turn. I blow out air and turn away from her, the need to watch her and the need to run battling inside of me. I keep my back turned until I feel her walk up beside me. Seeing her bear is nothing I expected at all. She’s a beautiful spirit bear, pure white in color. Her eyes are even bluer in her shifted form. Her kind is very rare and very beautiful. My own brown bear is oversized, fast and strong but not graceful like Penny’s white bear.

  After I stare at her for the longest time, she starts to walk past me. I watch her for a second. It’s the first time I’ve seen a spirit bear and I’m taking this moment in, committing it to memory. Seeing her explains a lot. I understand now. This could be why the Eaters wanted to keep her. A spirit bear, especially one as beautiful as Penny, would go for a lot on the black market. She may think it’s her virginity they want, but I don’t think that’s it. I catch up with her easily, and we chase each other through the forest. Our breaths heaving, we stop in a cleared area next to the spring. We watch the water and it’s calming. I could stay out here all day.

  The sound of bones creaking causes me to look around and see her. Penny has shifted into her human form. I paw at the ground, rutting the rocks around, unable to take my eyes off her. I should urge her home, push her back the way we come, but I’m weak. I shift into my human form and we both stand there naked.

  I thought her bear was beautiful. But it’s nothing compared to her human form with all her curves. Her legs and thighs are thick and creamy white with curly, short hairs at the apex. Her belly and hips are full and I want to walk over to her and run my hands across them, feeling her soft skin. Her breasts are large, with her cherry tips hard and extended, making my mouth water. When I finally reach her eyes, still blue but darker now, my breath is rapid and I’m fighting not to ravage her.

  “I know that my time is almost up, Bruin. I know it. You know it. I’ll do anything to earn my freedom. Anything at all.” The fear in her voice is palpable, and I can feel it in the steady beat of my heart. Since the day I met her, everything she’s felt, every emotion, I’ve felt it too. I’ve tried to deny it, tried to tell myself it’s not true. But I know it is. She’s my fated mate. But right now, she’s pissing me off.

  I walk up to her. “Is that what you think of me? You offer your body to me… you, uh, get me off, and I let you free?” I don’t know what pisses me off more, that she thinks so little of me or the fact that if another man was keeping her, she might offer the same thing. I pray not, because I would kill him without a second thought, brother or not.

  Disgusted with my thoughts, I turn away. I want to lean her against the tree and take her right now. I could have her right now, but this is not how I want it. I don’t want her to give herself to me out of fear.

  “Bruin, please,” she begs me.

  I turn back to her, ready to argue, and she’s sitting on a rock, her legs wide open and her hand between them. She’s stroking her finger along her wet folds and even from here I can see the juices coating her fingers.

  I stalk over to her and drop to my knees, my body pushing her legs further apart. I told myself I wouldn’t do this, but I have to taste her. Just one taste.

  I take one finger and touch her lower belly. Her body jerks at the touch. I follow the path down her soft hairs until I reach her opening. I stroke through her slick folds once, twice, before I bring my finger to my mouth and finally taste her. As soon as it hits my tongue, I’m addicted. I lean forward, her musky clean scent tickling my nostrils as I breathe her in. I look up at her then, and I can see every emotion on her face. She wants this, she wants me. She’s telling me that she will do this for freedom, but I know the truth. She wants this.

  Without taking my eyes off her, I swipe my tongue from her hole to her swollen bundle of nerves. Her body jerks at the pleasure, but I don’t slow down or give her time. No, I push my tongue against her firmer as she rocks her hips against my face.

  8

  Penny

  The plan was to seduce Bruin. It was to get him to let me go. Instead I’ve got my legs wide open and his tongue is taking me to orgasm after orgasm. Each time he takes me over the edge, he keeps going, pushing me further and further.

  “Again, Penny. Give it to me again,” he moans against the inside of my thigh before biting me there and I’m coming all over again.

  I have no control here. My hand is wrapped around his hair, holding him to me as I come on his chin over and over. I’m on the very cusp of begging him to fuck me and that thought hits me like a ton of bricks.

  I’m about to beg him to fuck me. It’s on the tip of my tongue and the thought of it has my whole body going stiff. I use my ha
nd to push him away, but it’s not an easy feat. He’s like a starving man that just found food and he’s feasting on me. He finally breaks away.

  He stands up then, his cock weeping, cum pouring out of him. I barely stop myself from reaching for him, kissing him there, and taking him in my mouth.

  I stand up. “I have to go,” I tell him, walking past him. As if he’s dazed, he doesn’t come for me at first, letting me put space between us, but I know he will have no trouble catching up with me. I shift into my bear, running back the way I came, thick tears coating and wetting my fur.

  I turn and his brown bear is behind me, running after me, but giving me the space that I need.

  As soon as I see his cabin, I shift into human form and grab my clothes, running in the back door and not stopping until I’ve reached my room.

  Only seconds go by, and the door slams open. I’m dressed now, making it easier to face him. He has his jeans back on but that’s it, and his thick bulge is pressed against the zipper.

  He starts to walk toward me, but I yell “no” at him and he stops instantly.

  With my hands held up, I explain. “I thought I could do it. I thought I could give myself to you in exchange for you letting me free. But I can’t do it. I can’t. I can’t be a club slut to be disrespected and used. That’s not who I am.”

  He starts to walk toward me, but I take three steps back. “No, please.” My shoulders sag in defeat. “I’ll be leaving soon… either you’ll turn me over to the Eaters or you’ll let me free, but either way, I’ll have what little dignity I have left.”

  I grab the T-shirt he gave me to sleep in the night before and walk to the bathroom, waiting for him to stop me, to give me a reason to stay, but he doesn’t.

  * * *

  Bruin

  I won’t let her leave. That’s the first thought that goes through my head. She thinks I want to use her, fuck her like a club slut, but that’s not the case. I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. I almost stopped her from walking into the bathroom, but I know she needs time, she needs to process all this. It’s obvious she’s inexperienced. Her father has died, her half-brother wants to sell her, and the club, my brothers, probably want to kill her. It’s too much and I pushed too hard too fast.

  I should have walked away back at the spring. I knew what she was offering and even though I was pissed that she thought I would fuck her to set her free, I still couldn’t turn away or turn her down. Just the image in my head of her wet pussy has me hard again. I don’t want her offering her perfect sweet pussy up to any other man, not for freedom—fuck, not for anything.

  The club has been my everything but I can’t do it. I won’t do it. I won’t turn her over to the Eaters, and if Deator and the rest of the club try to make me, then I’ll make another plan. Because I plan on keeping her.

  I walk to the bathroom door, just to be closer to her, when my cell phone rings. Grabbing it out of my pocket, I answer gruffly. “Yeah?”

  I know it’s Deator by the caller id, but I’m not in the mood right now. He’s called every day to check on the situation and each time I’ve assured him that I have it under control.

  His rough voice comes across the line. “Let her go.”

  Thinking I haven’t heard him right, I ask him, “What?”

  He says it again, firmer this time, so there’s no mistaking what he’s saying. “I said let her go. She’s a victim of the Eaters, just like a lot of people in their territory. Let her go and tell her not to come back.”

  I mumble my agreement and hang up the phone, knowing there’s no way I can do that. I can’t let her go. And I know, without even asking, if Deator is willing to let her go instead of using her for the good of the club, then the plans the Eaters have for her are bad. Really bad.

  9

  Bruin

  I stand in the kitchen, waiting on Penny to come out. I fix us both a sandwich, her turkey on wheat and me a ham on white. Of all the other things I’ve learned about her these last few days, I’ve also learned what foods she likes and doesn’t. Setting the food and some bottles of water on the table, I go to her bedroom door and knock softly. “Penny?”

  She opens the door but her eyes won’t meet mine and I know that’s not going to work for me. I always want her eyes on me. Her face is heated from the shower and she has my long T-shirt on that I gave her yesterday to sleep in. Just seeing her in something of mine leaves me wanting. The primal urge to push her back into the bedroom, throw her on the bed and have my way with her, to finally claim her, is huge.

  I stroke my hands down my jeans and then hold one out to her. “I fixed us some sandwiches.”

  She looks at my hand but doesn’t take it. She walks past me and into the kitchen. I follow behind her, her white-blond hair up in a bun on the top of her head and my shirt stretched across her ass covering her thighs.

  She walks to the table and sits down. The hem of my shirt rises on her legs and I can’t look away from her. “You okay?” I ask her.

  She nods her head and takes a bite of the sandwich. We eat in silence, but it’s a comfortable silence. I know what she thinks. But I also know how she feels.

  Even eating she’s graceful and each time she takes a drink, I get hot just watching her throat move.

  She drinks down the bottle of water I gave her and I do the same. When she’s finished, she’s staring at her plate. I can see it, she starts to say something over and over, but never lets it come out. Frustrated, she blows out a breath and stands up, walking to the sink and rinsing the plate off.

  I can’t keep doing this. I can’t be this close to her and not have her. One taste of her and I’m a goner. Any and all control I’ve ever had is out the door when it comes to her.

  I walk up behind her, trapping her against the sink. I reach around her and set the plate into the sink with one hand and pull the few stray hairs that have escaped her bun off her neck with the other. I lean down, nuzzling her neck as my hand cups her breast. There’s no bra, so only the soft material of my worn shirt is between us. I think back to her yelling at me, telling me one way or another she’ll be leaving soon, and the emotion of it fills my voice. “What if I don’t want to let you go?”

  Her heart starts beating wildly and her nipples tighten under my hand, telling me what I already know. The smell of her desire fills the air but before I can claim her, she slips from my grasp again.

  Her face is red and her eyes are wide. “I offered myself to you because the Eaters are going to kill me for running off like I did. I offered myself to you because I don’t want to lose my virginity to one of them or someone worse. I offered myself to you because I wanted you, but it wasn’t because I’m some easy slut.”

  I grab on to her then, pulling her to me until her body slams against mine. I cup her face and force her to look up at me. “No, you’re not easy, but you’re wrong if you think I’m not about to finish claiming you. I know you want me, Penny. I can taste the scent of your wet pussy in the air. I don’t want to just make you come. This time, I’m going to make you mine.”

  Her eyes instantly darken, desire taking over. I lift her easily into my arms and her legs circle around me. I should be gentle, take it easy on her, but I don’t think I’ll be able to.

  Our mouths meet in a frenzy, our teeth mashing together until I angle her head and deepen the kiss. My tongue seeks hers and it’s a battle between us. I groan, loving the feeling of her in my arms, held tight against me, right where she belongs.

  She pulls away, gasping for breath. “Too heavy. I’m too heavy.”

  I tighten my arms around her, smiling at the expression on her face. She’s so far gone already and I haven’t even touched her yet.

  “You’re not, though,” I tell her before reaching back in for another kiss. I walk with her down the hallway, past her room and into mine. The only pain I feel is my hard cock rubbing against the rough material of my jeans. But I keep going until I reach my bed. I will have her in my bed and she�
�ll be lucky if I ever let her out of it. I want her cum on my sheets. I want to roll in the smell of her.

  I let her body slide slowly down mine and pull her T-shirt off along the way. She’s standing there in her barely-there panties, her large breasts heaving. I pull off my jeans, and my cock springs up between us. Her eyes go to me and widen. Whether she realizes it or not, her hand goes between her legs and she cups herself. I don’t say it out loud, but I think, That’s right baby, I’ll be in you soon.

  Lost in thought and the beauty of her body, I don’t notice that she’s fidgeting until she asks me, “Uh, so now what?”

  I shake my head and tear my gaze from her body. “Sorry, baby, I was thinking of everything I want to do to you.”

  She takes a step toward me and puts her hand on my chest softly. “Is this okay, Bruin? Can I touch you?”

  I cover her hand with mine and push it firmly against my hot skin. “You can touch me anywhere and any time you want to.”

  The ends of her lips lift into a smile before she brings her other hand up and they both stroke across my chest. Her finger circles my hard nipple and when she steps closer, touching her lips against my hot skin, my knees almost buckle.

  Her hand slides down between us and I suck in my breath as her fingers trail down my stomach and she barely touches my cock. I reach for her hand, wrapping it around me and clasping her hand tighter so she’s holding me, gripping me, claiming me.

  I start walking then, pushing her backwards until the back of her knees hit the bed and she releases her grip on me as she falls backwards. Almost instantly, she lifts up on her elbows to look at me like she doesn’t want to miss a thing.

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