In Her Bears' Arms

by Rebecca Airies

  He gripped her hips. She moaned. The knot low in her stomach tightened. She wriggled, trying to get closer to him.

  He slowly pulled back before he thrust in again. She arched into him, but his arms tensed, stilling her movements. Hot breath feathered over her neck. Tension rocketed through her body. Yes, those teeth, she had to have his bite.

  He thrust against her. The sensation constricted and pulled in her before it broke, rushing out as if a dam burst. She cried out. His teeth sank into her. A lance of pain mixed with the pleasure.

  A harsh rumble rolled over her skin. Shivers skated down her spine. Hot spurts splashed inside her. He rocked against her before finally skimming his hand over her stomach.

  “Finally. I’ve dreamed of this since I saw you in John’s home.” He pressed his lips to her neck.

  “You’re not the only one. I wondered if I’d ever get to hold and touch my mates since you were worried about the attacks.” She grabbed his hand and squeezed. Being with them was much better than being alone and wondering.

  And if her other mates thought they wouldn’t join with her tonight, they would need to give it a little more thought.

  Chapter Nine

  Gable waited until Micah drew back. The big man pressed a kiss to her shoulder before finally stepping away. She turned and smiled back at him.

  Gable took a deep breath. She’d reacted better than expected. Not that anyone would blame her for being angry, but she’d accepted everything. She turned and looked from him to Maddox. Probably didn’t know which one to approach.

  He and Maddox had flipped a coin. Micah had to go first because of the heat, but he and Maddox hadn’t shown any signs of it. Now, that Micah claimed her, the need pulsed through Gable. Mating had started. No way they could hold back.

  “Hey, Dixie, how about we move to the bed?” He held out his hand. They might get to the emotionally rough part of this relationship later, but for now, the claiming took precedence.

  She straightened away from the dresser. “I’d love to. That’s a high bed.”

  She walked across to him and the bed. The custom superking was covered in a deep red spread. He grasped her waist and lifted her onto the plush spread. Beautiful. The hint of gold in her porcelain skin tone and her light gold hair contrasted with the red of the blanket.

  “It is high, but we’re big men, and we always intended to share this with our mate. It had to be big, and it had to be comfortable.” He glided his hands over her thighs. “I’ll love feasting on this sweet body.”

  “I don’t think I’ll ever wake up cold sleeping with you three.” She smoothed her hand over his chest. “You all seem to radiate heat.”

  “Not if we have anything to do with it.” He brushed his lips back and forth over hers. “Give me a kiss.”

  She opened her mouth. He stroked her tongue with his. She tasted a little sweet, like rich golden honey, but definitely like his. His tongue grazed hers, dancing and tangling.

  “Lay back, honeybear.” Gable drew his fingers over her nipples.

  She reclined on the bed, big brown eyes blinking up at him. Hmm, did she like honeybear or was she just too into the mating to process the pet name? He’d run it past her again, but it suited her with that light blond hair.

  “I’ll taste these as I make sure you’re ready for me. Then I’ll push into you and ride you until you’re screaming. As your pleasure hits, my teeth will sink into your shoulder, marking you as mine.” He plucked at one of the darkened peaks.

  He leaned closer. Her reddened nipples enticed him closer. She wriggled and arched upward. He lapped at the peak. Damn, the sweetness was addicting. She lifted up against him. Her heady scent increased. Her thighs fell open, an invitation he couldn’t resist. He slid his hand up and traced the plump lips.

  “Do you plan to tease me until I scream, or are you getting me ready?” She grasped his shoulders. “I want my mate.”

  “You’re not ready yet.” He curled his finger up and flicked at her clit.

  She jolted upward. A thrill rushed through him. Good, she was getting there. His mouth closed over her nipple. Salty sweetness swept across his taste buds. He sucked at the hardened berry. She twisted and dug her nails into him. Her response sent a surge of hunger through him.

  He slipped his fingers into her. Slick juices coated his fingers, and he thrust them deep. Her inner muscles clutched at his fingers. That was what he wanted to hear. The tissues rippled over them, and he swept his thumb over her clit. She tangled her fingers in his hair.

  She lifted against his hand. He drew her nipple into his mouth. She moaned. That was so sexy.

  “I love the way you move against my hand.” He pressed his fingers into her. His cock ached. The throbbing need almost drove him out of his mind. He had to sink into her soon.

  “You’ll drive me right over the edge.” She arched, and her thighs flexed, trying to trap his hand against her.

  He pulled his hand free. She groaned and tried to close her legs. With him there, she couldn’t.

  “Not without me, honeybear.” He unbuckled his belt and pushed down his pants.

  He stepped forward. His cock grazed against the slick folds. She bucked up against him. Warm moisture coated his cock. Perfect. She was as hungry as he was. He fitted his dick to her entrance. His cock slid deep. Her pussy clenched. A hot spike shot up through him. He tugged her closer. Fuck, almost too good. He feathered his lips back and forth over her shoulder. She moaned.

  “You have to move.” She wound her arms around his shoulders and held tight.

  Yes, he did. He rocked forward. No way could he resist moving in that hot grasp.

  She clamped her thighs around his hips. He drew back and thrust in again. She sank her nails into his shoulders. Little shards of pain prickled, mixing with the pleasure. The tightening surge pulsed inside rippled over him.

  He drew in a deep breath. Tension coiled low within him, and his balls pulled tight. He could do better than this.

  With a groan, he gripped her hips. He drove into her. Slick moisture eased the path through her gripping flesh. She lifted against him. Her inner muscles tugged at his cock. A burning heat blazed within him.

  He ground against her. A shiver rolled over her body. She stiffened and gasped. His hips pumped against her, not holding back. A keening cry slipped from her. Finally!

  He cupped her ass and pulled her to him as he plunged forward. Her cunt gripped his cock as the contractions ripped at his control. He sank deep into her. The rippling tissue tugged at him. He drove into her, savoring the searing pleasure. He ground against her until the tension exploded. Fire ripped up his spine. He came and bit into her shoulder.

  He drew in a deep breath and slowly eased his teeth from her flesh. She trembled. He stroked his hand over her back. Later, he could touch and explore, but now, Maddox waited for his turn with their mate. Finally, she was in their home. Damn, this should have happened weeks ago. If only they hadn’t had to delay bringing her here.

  Chapter Ten

  Hopefully, he could hold on.

  Maddox licked his lips. Now, she was his to mate. He stayed back as Gable eased away from her. He flexed his fingers and drew in slow deep breaths. Their mate. Here in their home. He inhaled again, trying to gain control. She wasn’t going anywhere.

  “Hey, sweet Dixie, are you all right still, or do you need a little time to recover?” He took a slow step toward the bed. He wasn’t an animal. Not completely. If she needed some time to adjust or rest, he’d give it to her. Well, a while. He didn’t know how long he’d be able to hold out.

  “I don’t need time, but if you’re not sure…” Her eyes shimmered.

  Damn, I didn’t mean to hurt her. He clenched his hands. “That’s not what I meant. I thought you might be sore or tired. I’m aching to take you, but I don’t want to hurt you or leave you wanting because you’re in pain. I’m pretty sure every female in my family would hunt me down if I did.”

  “I might hunt you dow
n if you keep delaying like you are. I want my mate.” Dixie held out her hand. “How do you want me?”

  “Any way I can get you, but let’s move up on the bed for a little bit and savor the sight and taste of my mate. Soon, I’ll learn your every scent, every flavor.” He lifted her and settled her in the middle of the bed. He crawled up beside her. He nuzzled her neck and swiped his tongue across her pulse point.

  “I’ll enjoy discovering everything about you, as well.” She arched her neck.

  He scraped his teeth and trailed downward to the full globes of her breasts. Such generous mounds of flesh, and her scent drove him wild. Honey, delicious and sweet, and so damn perfect. Damn, a night settled there and teasing her until she screamed and clawed at him to take her would be heaven.

  “I have to have you. My bear needs to feel you and claim you. I don’t think he’ll be happy until you carry our scent.” Maddox smoothed his hand over her belly, dragging his palm down to her mound. “And later after the heat is settled, I’ll enjoy taking you with Gable and Micah.”

  Her fingers drifted over his chest and down to his stomach. A heated bolt slammed through him. His muscles tensed. Fuck, not yet. When her nails skimmed along the waistband of his pants, he reached down and grabbed them.

  “I love the feel of you touching me, and soon I want you to run those all over me. Not yet, though. I can’t take even a few strokes from your hand on my cock right now. You’ll have to wait to play like that. The last thing we need right now is a frustrated bear.” He drew those warm hands up to his chest.

  “I think you’d better stop playing so much then, because your scent is already heating me up. I don’t know if I can wait for you to finish with your exploration without doing a little myself.” She shook her head. “And you’re still dressed.”

  “I need the pants for control. You’ll enjoy this. Touch my chest and shoulders. Let me feel your nails.” He pushed his fingers between the plump folds.

  Her heat seared his fingers. So wet, warm, and responsive. He flicked at the hooded nub. She tensed, and her nails scraped down his chest across his nipples. Prickling currents zipped straight through him. He drew in a hissing breath.

  “I don’t want a slow fuck. I want my mate to claim me.” She bared her teeth at him.

  Provoking woman. He lapped at her nipple. “I don’t plan to slowly do anything right now. I’ll heat you up, and then I’ll roll you onto your stomach. When I ease in behind you, I’ll draw you to your hands and knees and slide into that tight pussy. Once I start, slow is out and probably gentle, as well.”

  “I look forward to it. When it happens.” She heaved a sigh.

  He laughed. Could that be any more long-suffering? He circled her clit and dragged across it. She moaned and pressed up against his hand. Her thighs shifted, widening to give him more space. Challenging woman. Soon, he’d enjoy taking his time and making her sigh and moan and plead for him. After the mating. His bear would go crazy if he delayed today.

  He closed his lips on her breast. The stiff peak prodded his tongue. No way could he resist that. He curled his tongue around the bud and sucked it deep into his mouth. Sweet and salty flooded his senses, and he drew harder. She arched her back and cupped the back of his head. Her nails scraped his scalp.

  “Yes, Dixie, give me those marks.” He nipped the taut bead.

  Good. He drew his fingers down to her opening and circled his thumb on her clit. Her hips rolled up against the pressure. He slipped two digits into her. Her sheath tightened around them, pulling as if trying to draw his fingers deeper. Maybe a little more. She wouldn’t be left wanting, and he’d be lucky if he could make it long.

  “Damn, woman, this sweet body was made for me.” He stroked his finger across her clit as he pressed his fingers in. She scraped his teeth over the swell of her breasts.

  She gripped his shoulders, tugging at him. Soft whimpers escaped from her. He slid his fingers into the slick channel and curled them, dragging across the tissue as he pulled back. A shiver ran through her body. He scraped her nipple with his teeth before drawing it into his mouth and sucking.

  She bucked up against him, taking his fingers deep. Moans filled the room. The ragged sounds exhilarated him. He swirled his fingers over her clit. Her inner muscles fluttered. Oh, fuck. He couldn’t take anymore. He pulled free of her clasping tissues and turned her onto her belly. She gasped and pushed upward. He grasped her hips, pulling her the rest of the way onto her hands and knees.

  She glanced back at him. A fiery need raged through him. He’d waited too long. No way could he get his pants completely off. He moved behind her. He flicked open his jeans and drew down the zipper, before pushing his pants and boxers down. His cock brushed her buttocks. The contact almost sent him over. He gasped and drew in slow breaths. Calm down. Not too fast.

  She rocked back against him. “Don’t make me wait.”

  He gripped her hip with one hand and guided the head into her sweet heat with the other. Her pussy tightened around his cock. He closed his eyes. Fuck. So tight. She’d rip away the last shred of control before he even started moving.

  He slid his hand down and cupped her mound. He slipped his fingers between, and he worked her clit. Her breath caught. He pulled back, his shaft withdrawing until just the head remained in. He thrust deep.

  Once he started moving, he couldn’t stop. He surged against her. Her cunt clamped around him, rippling as if trying to hold him inside her. Soft gasps and cries spilled from her lips. He plucked at her clit. She stiffened, and her sheath clenched. He leaned over her and licked her shoulder. Tremors shook her body. She came. He sank his teeth into her shoulder.

  The metallic taste hit him and added to his urgency. He drove into her. Spikes lanced through him and his body tensed. He plunged into her, pulling her back into each thrust. A rolling wave slammed into him and the pleasure took him over. He rocked against her. Lingering shocks jolted through him with every move.

  He opened his mouth and licked the wounds. Finally, she was theirs. He nuzzled her neck. After that, she probably needed a hot bath and maybe a rubdown. A smile curved his lips. Now, that would be a pleasure to provide. He eased back.

  “Hey, Dixie, are you ready to come with me? I’ve got a bath running and you can soak in it.” Micah held out his arms.

  “Will you join me in the bath?” Dixie slowly inched across the bed.

  “Of course. We can talk, and then we can get some rest.” Micah nodded and carried her toward the bathroom.

  She laughed. “Seriously, you expect me to rest when you smell like you do? I think you’ll be lucky if we don’t have to replace the floor in your bathroom.”

  Chapter Eleven

  All in all, not too awkward for the first morning after, even if it was just with one of them.

  “So what type of accounting do you do?” Dixie ladled up a spoonful of eggs alongside the sausage and toast on her plate.

  “Do you want some mango?” Gable lifted a bowl.

  Damn, he was handsome this morning. His white shirt revealed a bit of his tanned chest, and those faded blue jeans hugged his lean hips.

  She nodded and took a couple of slices. “So do you plan to tell me?”

  “Yes, I wanted to let you settle down and start eating first.” He took a drink of his coffee.

  She walked to the white-and-gray marble counter and picked up her mug of coffee and a glass of juice. Did he want to tell her about his job? Why would he hesitate?

  “All right, I have my food and drink. Now, I’m sitting down. I’d say I’m settled. Talk to me. It’s time to learn more about my mates. Starting with you.” She settled in the seat at the wooden table and picked up her fork. Aggravating man.

  He laughed. “No problem. I’m ready.”

  “So tell me something I don’t know. I realize I’ve got a big tease for a mate.” She rolled her eyes.

  “I like teasing you.” He smiled at her. “My company is an accounting firm, but as well as normal accounti
ng services, we specialize in forensic accounting. I’ve investigated fraud in companies, and sometimes I’m hired by lawyers to look at financial records.”

  “How busy is that side of your business?” She frowned. That sounded like a job that would make a few enemies.

  “It keeps us busy. We’ve gained a certain reputation for being thorough and reliable.” He took a sip of his coffee.

  “That’s good. I take it John’s gone over all the details about your jobs.” She grimaced. There had to be some reason this person was coming after them, even if it was incidental.

  “He has the in-depth interviews the officers in Connison did.” Gable tapped his fingers on the table. “He’s scheduled to do his own in-depth interviews since neither moving nor dating someone has drawn this person out. John thinks maybe there was something missed in that interview.”

  “Do you think there was?” She twirled her fork.

  “I don’t know. There’s nothing that stands out about the weeks or month before the attacks started. And none of us have received any threats for our jobs or personally. The only person in our personal lives who might feel slighted is you, and we were having problems even before we met you.” Gable reached across the table and squeezed her hand.

  “So no dates that wanted more?” She tilted her head. Even among whyr, it wasn’t unheard of for whyr who’d tired of waiting to try to find love. Sometimes, that led to unreciprocated feelings.

  “No, our dates knew we were whyr, and they knew we wouldn’t settle for anything other than our mate.” He shrugged.

  “All right, let’s talk about something else since we won’t find any kind of answer until the person after you does make a move.” She speared some of the eggs. “Did you three move here because of the attacks or was there something else?”

  “The move was in motion long before the first attacks. Micah wanted to start a practice with his friend from college, and Maddox was all set to open another bike shop. I planned to move my business at least to another office building. We’d outgrown our other space.” Gable spread jam on a piece of toast.