Coveted by the Bear

by T. S. Joyce

  A little hurt bloomed inside of me. “Why not? Is it the scars?”

  He nodded once.

  “Okay.” I pulled my hand from his grasp and re-buttoned the one I’d managed to undo. I knew all about hiding scars. Patience, I could do.

  Instead, I moved my fingers to the snap on his jeans and arched my eyebrow in question.

  This time, a slow smile spread across his lips, and he nodded. The pop of his button was loud in the quiet of the cab.

  He lifted my panties under my dress and slid his hand against my sex just as I unsheathed his erection. I bucked against his hand instinctively as he slid a long finger inside of me.

  “God, you’re already so wet,” he murmured. He sounded almost…proud. Reaching around me with his other hand, he pulled me closer and rested his hand on my tailbone as I rocked against him. I hadn’t a clue what to do right now, but as pressure built inside of me, I felt the urge to do something. Shimmying his pants down lower, I brushed my fingertip up the length of his shaft. It was so hard already, like stone, and it twitched under my touch. A soft rumble sounded from Caleb, and he relaxed into the seat. I brushed him with two fingers, his jaw clenched, and his hips rocked forward. When he opened his eyes, they were bright, with the barest hint of gold around the edges. The rattling in his throat grew louder when I wrapped my hand around his base and stroked up the length of him.

  “Are you purring?” I whispered, pride surging through me. I was causing that sound.

  Something changed in the way he was touching me. He adjusted the angle of his hand and pressed against a sensitive spot that had me arching against him.

  “Bears don’t purr. No more questions,” he said in a soft, gravelly voice. “I just want you to tell me what you like.”

  “This.”

  “Yeah?”

  “And touching you.”

  “Good,” he said, rocking his hips in rhythm with mine. He pulled me even closer and pushed my panties farther to the side.

  “I like being this close to you,” I said. Slipping my free arm around his shoulder, I rested my forehead against his as I stroked him faster to keep up with the pace he was setting.

  He cupped my sex and drove his finger deeper inside of me and I gasped at the pleasure and pain. It ached a little, but not enough to diminish how good he felt inside of me.

  He pulled me against him until I could feel his shaft against my thigh. We were so close I could imagine what he would feel like to fill me, not just with his finger. He seemed to be losing control, too, because his hips jerked erratically against me, and he lowered his forehead to my chest, as if he was trying to shield the fiery color in his eyes. A growl rippled through him as I pulled another stroke of his shaft, and then another. I wished my dress wasn’t in the way so I could see our skin so close.

  Pressure, pressure, pressure and, “Oh!” Something was going to happen. I couldn’t go on feeling this good forever. “I’m going to…Caleb!” I cried out as my body shuddered and pulsed around his finger.

  He gritted his teeth and jets of wet warmth shot against my leg.

  When he stilled, breath erratic as he pulled his finger out of me, I couldn’t help the exhausted grin that took my face. I was different now. We were different, my bear man and I.

  “Mira,” he whispered, my name almost reverent on his lips. He cupped my face, and his beautiful, inhuman gaze dipped to my lips.

  I held my breath as my heart hammered against my ribcage.

  He was going to kiss me.

  ****

  Caleb

  Mira’s eyes drifted closed, her dark lashes brushing her cheeks. Her lips looked so damned delicious I could barely think of anything but tasting them. How could I be thinking about kissing her like this? Like I was claiming her? She was this exotic wounded bird, and I was a freaking grizzly bear. A monster. Was I even human enough to have any kind of relationship with her, or was what we’d just done all wrong?

  She wasn’t in any place to get attached to a man like me. How, after everything she’d been through, would she be able to survive me and what I’d become?

  My goals were simple. I had to help her, not ruin her. Helping her was the only thing that kept my mind on the edge of hell instead of rolling in the flames. I had to leave her better than I found her.

  I couldn’t let myself be the fire that burned her up.

  Chapter Eleven

  Mira

  I closed my eyes in anticipation of the softness of Caleb’s lips against mine, but it didn’t happen. When I opened them, I saw a slight frown flit across his features before he set me back in the passenger’s seat and pulled my dress back over my legs. Maybe I had misjudged him. My inexperience with men would back that theory.

  He threw the truck in drive and turned the radio up until the noise level was almost uncomfortable. I had done something wrong, that much was clear. I just didn’t have a guess as to what. He didn’t put his arm across the back of the bench seat as he often did, and I stayed firmly mushed up against the window, drowning in my confusion.

  I leaned forward and turned the radio off completely. “What did I do wrong?”

  Caleb rubbed his lip with the back of his hand until the rasp of his scruff could be heard. “I found a journal.”

  Utterly confused, I asked, “What journal?”

  “I wanted answers about what I am, so I searched the old house at the back of my property for anything that would help me. Eli used to live there, so I thought maybe he would’ve left some clues or literature or something. All I found was a journal. Half the time I couldn’t read his damned writing, but the other half told me enough to scare me off wanting a relationship with anyone. Do you understand?”

  “You regret what we just did?”

  “Yes.”

  The word felt like a slap to my face. “That was my first time…” I sighed and tried again. “That was the first time I had intimacy with a man, Caleb. And now you’re taking it back?”

  “I shouldn’t have been your first anything.”

  “Why not?”

  He hunched like the volume of my words were painful to his ears, but so what? He was breaking me apart right now.

  “I can’t have kids, Mira. I can’t do it. They would be like me. You deserve better than a dead end relationship with a monster, okay?”

  “I don’t care about that—”

  “You will. Someday, if I were to let this go, you’d want a babe at your breast, and I can’t give you that. Not ever.”

  My heart was shattering. Was he right? If I let myself love him, really love him, someday I might want a baby who looked like him. Maybe he was smart to cut us off before we began. I didn’t know. All I knew was right now his pushing me away was breaking my heart in two. “Caleb,” I whispered as a warm tear slipped down my cheek.

  He leaned forward and turned on the radio again.

  ****

  Clint McCreedy lived just outside of town in the opposite direction of Castle de Fletcher, which gave me just enough time to collect myself and put my game face back on. Sure, my entire world had turned upside down, but I wasn’t about to let Caleb’s decision to dump me back into the friend zone ruin my life. If he didn’t want me like that, I wasn’t going to beg for his affection.

  As we pulled up to the sprawling, Victorian style home, I tried my best not to gawk. It was light green with white trim and a porch that wrapped around the entirety of the giant home, complete with rocking chairs and an old dog lying on its back with four furry paws flopped into the air.

  “Is your dog dead?” I asked, squinting to see if it was breathing.

  “He always sleeps like that,” Caleb said as he pulled the truck to a stop by a huge oak tree.

  I hopped out before he could make it around to open my door. At the moment, I didn’t want him doing something nice for me. I was still angry about our awkward encounter and uncomfortably silent car ride.

  “Come on,” he clipped out as he headed for the house.

 
; I steadied my breath and pressed the wrinkles out of my dress with my shaking hands. I pulled a modest cotton cardigan I brought with me over my shoulders. It would be multi-functional in keeping me warm and hiding my scars. Movement caught my eye. An old wooden swing swayed gently in the cool breeze. It made me smile to imagine a much younger Sadey and Caleb pushing each other on it.

  “You want to take her for a spin?” Caleb asked from right beside me.

  He’d startled me, and from the amused look on his face, it was likely what he meant to do. This was his apology, making the effort to ease our discomfort.

  “You would make a scary good hunter,” I said of his stealth.

  His eyes grew stormy. “Actually, I’ve come to realize I make much better prey.”

  His tortured gaze was so familiar. I had seen it reflected in the mirror often enough. The scars that Eli had given him ran much deeper than the visible marks on his skin.

  “Push me?” I asked.

  He wiped off the seat of the swing with the sleeve of his shirt and leaned against the tree until I situated myself onto it. And then he pushed. We didn’t say anything but it wasn’t uncomfortable silence anymore, and I was thankful that he had moved on from his ambivalence.

  The old tree creaked the swing’s rhythm, and I imagined the sound etched into the bones of this place. How many hours had he and his siblings spent swinging here?

  As if he could read my thoughts, he said, “My father hung this swing for my mother before any of us were born.”

  I slowed and then stopped, hanging onto one of the ropes and twisting to better see his face. He walked around the front, relaxed onto the ropes with his hands, and looked down at me. From this angle, with the sun behind him and the strong lines of his jaw so close, he was utterly consuming.

  “What was your mother like?” I asked.

  Caleb looked far away, though his eyes stayed on me. “She was smart and funny. I can’t really remember what she looked like anymore if I don’t see her pictures,” he admitted. “In pictures, she looks like Sadey.”

  “At least you have pictures of her,” I said, leaning my face against the rope and wishing neither of us had to struggle with such a reality.

  “You don’t have pictures of your mom?” he asked seriously.

  I shook my head. “When my memory goes, I’ll have nothing left of her.” I wouldn’t tell him that I wished to forget her already. It hurt to think about my brightest memories of Mom. The ones at the end tortured me, and I was better off without them. That was my secret, and after what happened in the truck, Caleb hadn’t earned it.

  “You guys coming in or what?” Sadey yelled from the front porch.

  Caleb pulled away and the swing groaned its relief at the release of his weight. “Ready?”

  “Nope.” I took his offered hand anyway.

  He released my hand when I was safely up and walking, but he placed his hand gently onto the small of my back, and the gesture felt more comforting than I would ever admit to him. I would meet Clinton McCreedy, but at least Caleb would be right behind me.

  For the first time in my entire life, I felt safe.

  Mr. McCreedy met us at the door and graciously allowed us to pass into the sprawling entryway. Vaulted ceilings and a hanging chandelier that towered over us made the place feel cavernous.

  It was hard not to look at Caleb’s father. He was an imposing man who seemed to take up much more space than he actually did. He had a presence and a confidence that made me draw up and pay attention to him. He was tall and thin with dark hair, only just going a regal gray. His eyes were the same as his son’s, but that’s where their similarities stopped.

  “Dad,” Caleb said low, “this is Mira.”

  “Hello, Mira,” Mr. McCreedy said, tilting his head. “You are a bit of a living legend around this town. Your reputation precedes you.”

  I smiled nervously and remembered that Sadey said to be honest. “I’ve heard a lot about you, too, but I assume your good reputation is deserved.”

  “So your reputation isn’t, then?” he asked. His eagle sharp eyes captured me and dared me to look away.

  “I’d like to think it isn’t.”

  Mr. McCreedy’s eyes narrowed as he studied my appearance. “That’s a lovely dress. I seem to remember giving one similar to my daughter for her birthday.”

  “Dad,” Sadey cut in. “You told me to donate what I wasn’t going to wear anymore and that dress is too tight for me on top now.”

  Mr. McCreedy looked back at me, and I tried to hide my embarrassment. “You have excellent taste, Mr. McCreedy. This dress is the prettiest thing I have ever worn.”

  His look softened. “Let’s eat, shall we?”

  Caleb mouthed the words I’m sorry before we made it into the large dining room, but I shook my head demurely. It wasn’t his fault, and besides, this was going way better than I thought it would. I had imagined Mr. McCreedy kicking me out before I made it up the front steps, so as far as I was concerned, we were in victory territory.

  Brian was already sitting at the dining room table, and as soon as we sat down to eat, two older women in prim, dark suits brought out plates of food and set them in front us. I tried not to gawk at the whole fish that smelled delicious but looked back at me with an accusing eye. I pulled my attention to the dinnerware instead and played eeny-meeny-miney-mo as I tried to figure out which fork to use on my meal before it chose to flop off my plate.

  “Emily called and said she wouldn’t be able to make it tonight,” Mr. McCreedy said with a calculating look at me as I waffled between forks. “She has two tests tomorrow.”

  “She goes to college,” Sadey clarified as she pointed subtly to the correct dining utensil. “Her classes are really hard this semester, and she has to study a lot.”

  “Speaking of studying,” Mr. McCreedy said, “are you still homeschooling? I assume that is what your uncle was doing with you before he passed away. Sadey said you haven’t attended public school in years.”

  “Oh, yes, sir. I just got my GED. I was supposed to graduate a couple of years ago, but my uncle struggled to keep up with the homeschooling. I am actually in the process of looking for full-time work now,” I said, readying my fork to stab my meal.

  Caleb cleared his throat from the seat beside me. “Dad, I actually wanted to speak to you about that.”

  Mr. McCreedy looked at Caleb suspiciously and interrupted his train of thought. “I got a call from Mike Wells, over at the big drill, who had some interesting news for you.”

  Caleb froze with his glass of ice tea against his lips. He spared a glance for me and then shook his head. “I don’t want to discuss business at the table.”

  His father opened his mouth to say more, but seemed startled to a stop with the slamming of the front door.

  “Family, I’m home,” came a man’s sing-songy voice.

  I leaned over my plate to get a better look at who was tossing their jacket onto the polished floor like a slob when Mr. McCreedy answered him in a tone that lacked humor. “You’re late.”

  “Not late. Making an entrance,” Caleb’s other brother Evan said as he entered the dining room. He stopped, his eyes growing wide before he gave a loud and humorless laugh. “What the hell is Crazy Mira doing here?”

  “Evan—” Caleb warned him.

  “She’s with you? Ha,” Evan said as he pulled out the chair directly across from me. “Now this I would have never seen coming in a million years. I’m eating dinner with Crazy Mira Fletcher,” he said, grinning.

  “Act like I raised you with manners,” Mr. McCreedy scolded him, but Evan just kept staring at me.

  I looked down, uncomfortable under his gaze. A plate clinked as one of the assistants placed it in front of Evan, but I could feel his focus remain regretfully on me.

  “Damn, Caleb. Crazy Mira is kind of hot.”

  “Don’t call me that.” I was surprised to hear the steel in my own voice.

  “Call you what? Hot?”


  “Don’t call me crazy.”

  Evan glared at me with a cruel twist to his lips. “If it looks like a duck and quacks like a duck.”

  Caleb slammed his fist on the table. “She said don’t call her that. Do it again, and I’ll lay you out, Evan. Don’t fucking test me.”

  Evan looked completely unaffected by the threat of violence. Here was a man who thrived on chaos. He whistled long and low. “Sorry, little brother. You’re so testy lately. I didn’t know you were into banging handicapped chicks now.”

  “Enough,” Mr. McCreedy ordered. “Mira is our guest. If you can’t treat her with respect, you can leave.”

  Evan threw his hands in the air in apparent surrender. “Hey, I respect her. Who’d have thought under all of that hair there was a stone cold fox, huh, little brother?”

  I could feel Caleb’s tension beside me, and I rested the palm of my hand on his leg under the table. I’d never liked Evan, but he was Caleb’s brother, and I hated to be the one to cause strain in a family. Plus, I was convinced he hadn’t announced his bear status to his family, and he was getting dangerously close to his eyes glowing. He relaxed under my touch and squeezed my hand lightly in his own. Sadey passed me a bowl of light broth that she had spooned over her fish, and I pulled my hand regretfully away from Caleb’s to take it.

  Evan slouched down in my peripheral vision, and when his booted foot rubbed up the inside of my slightly parted legs, I jumped so hard I spilled the broth across my dress and part of Sadey’s. In panic, I scooted the chair back, trying to escape Evan’s wandering foot, and it made a screeching sound as wood scraped against wood. I gasped and looked down at my ruined dress in grief.

  “Why did you do that?” Mr. McCreedy demanded, taking the half-spilled bowl away from my hands.

  “I—” One look at Evan’s sneering face had me frozen in place. Caleb was frantically trying to soak the broth off the front of my dress with his napkin when Sadey grabbed my hand and pulled me up.

  “We’ll be back,” she said in a furious tone.

  “Excuse me,” I whispered to the chaos behind me. Evan’s laughter trailed behind us as Sadey led me down the hallway and into a bathroom. I groaned in exasperation. This was even worse than my awful imaginings.