by Anna Lowe
“Need you inside me, bear,” she panted. “Need you so bad…”
Something surged inside him at the need in her voice. So far, they’d both led and followed in equal measure, but his bear demanded more.
Show her, his bear growled. Show her how a bear can love.
He stalked higher over her body, lining up his hips with hers, and nudged her knees apart with his leg. No time for teasing or testing or waiting. He plunged right in.
Karen threw her head back and hissed. “Yes…”
They were high on a ridge in the desert with mile-wide views, but they might as well have been in a tunnel for all he noticed of the outside world. His world had narrowed down to Karen and nothing else. Her tight, slick walls, clamping down over his cock. Her husky voice, urging him on. Her heels, digging into his ass, telling him she wanted more.
“More, Tanner,” she cried. “More.”
More, his bear cried. She wants it. Needs it.
He pumped faster. Deeper. Harder.
“So good,” she moaned.
Make it her best ever, his bear howled as he hammered into her again and again.
His bear pushed him so hard, he was totally out of control. But instead of panic or anxiety, all he felt was the thrill. Like speeding out of town with Karen on the back of his bike — it was like that rush multiplied by fifty. Like seeing her walk toward him in the pub, ready to stake her claim. Like all the greatest thrills of his life bundled up into one huge high, shooting him toward the moon.
“Karen,” he groaned. He was so hard and she was so soft, yet the friction inside was bliss.
“Just like that,” she muttered, digging her nails into his bare back. “Right there.”
He thrust in exactly the same way several more times, then pulled her right leg higher along his hip. She cried out with the new angle, making his bear cheer inside.
“Yes… Yes…”
She could have been whispering or screaming. He couldn’t tell, not with the roaring in his ears. Not with the lust blurring his vision and burning his balls.
“So close,” she murmured. “So, so close.”
Push her, his bear urged. Push yourself.
He hung on through another series of hard thrusts as the pressure inside built and built then finally broke. He jerked inside her and flooded her with his release.
Karen made a keening cry and mumbled his name. Her name. God’s name, too. He folded over her, panting hard and spent but still pushing hard to carry her through her orgasm. One she’d remember for the rest of her life, he hoped.
Mate, his bear sang. My mate.
“Tanner,” she murmured, lacing her arms and legs behind his torso.
She hugged him so tightly, he wasn’t sure where his body ended and hers started, because they were one.
“Karen,” he whispered, combing her auburn hair away from her face. He cupped her cheeks in both hands and looked deep into her eyes. “Karen…”
Two syllables had never been packed with as many hopes and desires, so he said them again. “Karen.”
She smiled cheek to cheek, and dang, he did too, grinning like a fool. Like he hadn’t since he was a little kid. And when she threaded her fingers through his hair and snuggled her nose against his, his heart raced away all over again. Did she know that was bear talk for I love you?
He nuzzled her all over in a mix of kisses and scrubs of his chin until she was wiggling and giggling and pink.
“Enough, bear,” she laughed at last.
Enough? He popped up to study her eyes. He could never get enough of her. Was she already done with him?
“For now, I mean,” she added quickly. Then she hugged him tighter and sighed, going deliciously limp. “Just a little time-out. After all, we do have all night.”
“All night,” he managed to say between wild thumps of his heart.
She nodded and ran her hands all the way down his back to pat his ass, turning him on all over again. “And believe me, I plan to use it well.”
“Is that a promise?” he asked. “Because I have plans of my own.”
He really did. Suddenly, he’d developed a whole catalog of delights to treat his mate to.
“Hmmm,” she murmured, kissing his ear. “Might need more than one night, you know.”
He was ready to promise her anything. A week. A month. A lifetime.
A damn good thing she winked and added, “But first things first.”
“First things first?” he cocked an eyebrow.
She rolled, catching him totally by surprise as she took the top and straddled him. Then she flipped her hair back and gave him the naughtiest look he’d ever seen.
“Ready for another ride, bear?”
He held her hips snug against his. Ready, my mate.
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Gambling on Trouble is the story of Karen and Tanner’s first night together – a night when everything goes right. Of course, every good love story needs a twist. Find out why Karen and Tanner break up and how they get back together in Gambling on Her Bear, Book 2 of the Shifters in Vegas series. Just click HERE for a sneak peek of what happens next. Don’t miss the action, suspense, and romance!
Sneak Peek I: Gambling on Her Bear
Diamond thief falls for burly bear security chief in Vegas. What could possibly go wrong?
Bear shifter Tanner Lloyd is a man on a mission to save his hometown. He doesn’t have time for a wild ride with the beguiling woman who turns his world upside down — especially one who’s half witch and a mortal enemy to his clan. But how can he resist the call of destiny, the pull of desire?
A zany paranormal romance with adult content — not to mention vampires, showgirls, a card-dealing panther, and much more!
Read on or click here for an excerpt from Gambling on Her Bear, which takes place two weeks after the events of Gambling on Trouble.
Sneak Peek II: Gambling on Her Bear
Tanner thumped his glass down on the bar and glanced at the ceiling because some vague sensation called to him from above. He tugged at his collar. Damn, it was hot inside the casino. Not to mention noisy, stuffy, and much too bright.
I hate Vegas, his inner bear grumbled.
No kidding. The place just wasn’t natural. If it weren’t for the motorcycle that allowed him to escape into the surrounding wilds from time to time, he would have gone nuts. But his clan had sent him down to Vegas for a reason, so he had to in order to get the job done — then hightail it back home and never leave again. Bear shifters belonged in the woods of the Bitterroot Mountains, not squeezed into suits and ties.
A thin hand slinked over his shoulder and fondled his collar as a sultry voice whispered in his ear. “Hey, Tanner.”
He eased away and cleared his throat. “Hi, Amber.”
“Hey, baby.” The showgirl grinned and leaned in for a kiss.
Tanner turned just in time for her to hit his cheek, not his lips. With one hand, he held her arm, keeping her just far enough away to avoid feeling those fake boobs brush up against his chest. With the other hand, he pushed away the ostrich feather tickling his head. Amber’s headdress was full of them, sticking up like a gaudy crown. All of them XXL, unlike the tiny scraps of fabric barely covering her private parts.
“Hi,” he said, keeping his voice flat.
It wasn’t that he didn’t like Amber. He just didn’t like her that way. Like a lot of the girls in the Scarlet Palace Revue, she was down on her luck, desperate for any way to get ahead. She had a kid to take care of, too. From what he heard, she sent most of her money to Oklahoma to pay for the child she couldn’t take care of herself.
The thought made his heart weep. Kids belonged with their moms. Families belonged together. And fathers sure as hell needed to stick around to care for their own.
He looked around the bar and shook his head. Humans could learn a thing or two from bears.
Of course, not everyone in sight was human. Two of the waitresses — the ones with long legs, short skirts, and
bouncing strides — were gazelle shifters, and the balding cashier with the beady eyes was a hyena. They remained in human form at work, but he could tell by the scent. The gay bartender sporting a pirate look today was a unicorn shifter, and the big one with curly hair was a bison.
Tanner sighed. He’d seen just about every kind of shifter in the two months he’d been in Vegas, and while every one of them had a story, none of them was his kind. Yes, there were a few bears here and there, but none from Idaho, and none ever stopped to consider how crazy Las Vegas was.
Especially this place. Scarlet Palace. What the hell was he doing, working for a casino run by vampires?
He shook his head at himself, remembering why. He was helping his bear clan, that’s what. It had been all planned out — an inside job to get the money they so desperately needed to protect their homelands from vampires — and he’d been the one entrusted to see it through.
Amber sidled closer, and he stiffened — and not in the good way. If only she’d understand that he kept an eye out for her for her own sake, not because he wanted the only reward she had available to give.
“How about you and me—” she cooed in his ear.
How to tell a woman you weren’t interested without hurting her? How to tell her you loved somebody else?
“Look, Amber—” He shut his mouth abruptly. Whoa. Had he just told himself he loved someone? He couldn’t be in love with the woman he couldn’t get out of his mind. Just because he’d had the greatest night of his life two weeks ago…
One week, five days, and ten hours, his bear sighed.
Tanner shook his head. The bear was mixing up lust with love. He barely even knew that woman.
Love my mate, his bear sighed dreamily. The beast was half hibernating, shutting himself away from the glamour and glitz of Vegas. Unlike that time two weeks ago when the beast had come roaring to the surface, insisting the woman he’d just met was his mate.
It was ridiculous how quickly his bear had been convinced she was the one.
The way she smiles at us. The way her heart speeds up then slows down. The way her eyes shine… She’s our mate.
Not our mate, he insisted. And besides, she would only have jeopardized our plan. It’s for the best that she left.
Even though he was just thinking the words, not saying them, it was hard to keep his inner voice from cracking. The same way it had been damn near impossible to stand her up on their second date. For her own safety, he had to keep away from her.
Safe. His bear nodded. She’s someplace safe now. But when we’re done with this job—
He made a face. Sometimes it felt like he’d never finish this job.
—when we’re done with this job, we’ll find her and make her ours.
If only it were that simple. The job he’d been sent to do involved stealing nearly a million dollars back from the vampires of Scarlet Palace, which would be hard enough. And to find the woman he craved afterward would be like searching for a needle in a haystack. She could be anywhere…
Anyway, that woman was no good for him. The minute he was done with Vegas, he’d head home and settle down with a nice she-bear from his clan, not a spitfire who couldn’t hold her tongue.
He grinned in spite of himself, just thinking of some of her lines.
You’re looking pale, he’d heard her say to a vampire. Why don’t you get some sun?
When he’d asked if the ground was too hard that night they’d spent under the stars, all she’d said was, I can bearly feel it. Then she’d grinned, delighted with herself. Get it?
Yeah, he got it all right. Everything she said or did seemed to go right to his heart.
“Someone’s in love.” Randy, the gay bartender, chuckled at him.
Tanner scowled and checked his watch. He wasn’t in love. He was almost late for his second round of the casino. Time to get moving.
“See you soon, baby?” Amber clutched at his sleeve.
He slipped away, straightening his tie. “Sure,” he murmured, striding quickly across the floor.
He could feel Amber watching his ass — Amber or Randy, or worse, both of them. He turned the corner as fast as he could, squinting as he went. The slot machine hall was lit by the brightest, most hysterical lights in the entire casino. The sounds that accompanied them were just as bad: the crank of a slot machine arm, the pings and rattles as the cylinders turned, the firehouse alarms that announced the occasional win.
“Come on. Come on…” A balding hedgehog shifter pulled a handle and murmured as apple and orange symbols flashed before his eyes.
“Just one more time,” a young man told his girlfriend, feeding yet another quarter into the slot.
Tanner shook his head. When would they learn? Gambling never paid.
“My lucky night,” a tattooed man said, grinning at the glassy-eyed raccoon shifter at the machine next to his. The raccoon was in human form, but just barely. The rings around his eyes were dark and heavy, and his nose twitched.
Tanner double-checked the human’s face for any sign of shock or recognition of the shifter, but the magic was holding up. The vampires who owned the casino hired a couple of witches to lace their casino with just enough magic to keep the human guests blind to any slip in shape from the handful of paranormals in their midst.
Tanner glanced toward the nearest security camera. The feed went right to a control room staffed by two — a vampire security guard and a witch who kept an eye on the cloaking spell. He scowled. The only paranormal being you could trust less than a vampire was a witch, and he hated both.
So what the hell was he doing, working for the bloodsuckers who owned this joint?
Watching. Waiting. The words of the clan elders echoed in his ears. Planning for exactly the right moment to strike.
He glanced at his watch again — not the time, but the date. If all went as planned, he’d have his chance in forty-eight hours. Everything was arranged, down to the last detail. As long as nothing unexpected arose, he would finally be done with his mission.
The problem was, this was Vegas, where the unexpected was pretty much par for the course.
He threaded his way past the crowds at the slot machines and continued into the roulette hall, staying vigilant. The vampires had hired him as security, and he couldn’t let on that he had ulterior motives. Not until the moment came to act on his carefully laid plans.
“Rien ne va plus.” A silver ball flashed as the dealer at the nearest table called for last bets.
Half a dozen hopeful faces followed the ball as it rolled around and around, and he hid a hopeless shake of the head. Didn’t they know the tables were rigged?
The dealer grinned, showing fangs none of the humans noticed. Another vampire. Tanner figured he’d never get used to vampires, and he’d never, ever consider one harmless. Not even this one — a vampire low on the local totem pole.
He meandered through the hall, checking the guests, the dealers, the wait staff.
“Suspect everyone,” the big boss, Igor Schiller, had told him when he’d first been hired.
It had taken all of his self-control not to blurt back something like, Starting with you.
Not that he feared the vampires physically. It would take several vampires to overwhelm a bear of his size, for one thing. And secondly, Tanner was off-limits as vampire prey.
“Company policy,” Schiller had said. “No feeding off employees.”
As if that made him feel better. But he’d nodded and played along, because he had to. To Schiller, he had to be just another big, dumb bear looking for a security job. And it had worked. He’d quickly moved up the ranks to exactly the position he needed to pull off the job he had in mind. The vampires had pulled a sneaky move to try to steal rights to a swath of pristine wilderness that bordered his clan’s property, so it was only fair for Tanner to plot a sneaky move to secure that land once and for all.
Forty-eight hours from now, he’d do just that. If things went as planned. If he kept his cool. If
the vampires’ suspicions weren’t aroused.
A hell of a lot of ifs. His bear shook his head.
He scratched his ear in hearty agreement. Bears were risk averse, meticulous planners — hell, you had to be if you wanted to hibernate for six months of the year. Not that Tanner ever did, but it was in his blood.
A bear that plans ahead, gets ahead, his dad used to say.
In fact, just about every bear in the Rockies said that. And if the young up-and-comers ever complained about life being predictable or boring or dull, the elders would shoot them right down.
Predictable means your plans were well laid. Careful means you’ll never be burned. Boring means safe.
And they were right, as every bear learned sooner or later. Tanner sure had. He couldn’t wait to get home and live the good life again.
“Lucky number sixteen!” a man shouted, raising a fist as the roulette ball came to rest.
Tanner strode on, nodded to the security guy in the corner, and moved on to the blackjack room.
Business as usual? he asked the quick-handed panther shifter dealing cards in the back corner, shooting the question right into his mind.
Dex took care not to look directly at him, answering with a tiny nod. Another couple of days of this shit and we’re out of here.
He didn’t approach Dex’s table because the vampires were vigilant, and if they realized he and the panther were up to something, they’d both be shit out of luck.
Another forty-eight hours. He nodded.
The countdown begins, Dex replied as he turned over a card.
“Ace. Twenty-one,” Dex announced to the customers at his table.
“Shit!” The man in the middle seat punched the table and threw down his cards.
“Sir,” Dex murmured in warning as he swept a pile of chips away.
“What? I’m sick of this shit,” the sore loser went on, leaping to his feet.
Two security guards — humans — moved in, flanking the man. Big, linebacker types who stood eye to eye with the equally burly guest.
“Why don’t you come with us?” one of the guards said.
