“Will you at least tell me your name, Miss Bear Club?” His eyes were on me again I saw when I flicked mine up to look at him.
“I’m Sabina. This is my brothers’ place. Well, all three of us own it, but they run it. I just help out with what I can.” Which mainly meant helping behind the bar, when I wasn’t busy holding it up from the other side.
“I’m Tavin, and if you’re my rescuer, then I owe you an apology and a thank you.” I was sitting beside of him and he reached his good hand out for mine.
All I could think about as I held his hand in mine was how beautiful his lips were and how much I wanted to run my fingers down that hard jaw of his. I leaned forward, to check his shoulder wound again, and could feel his breath against my cheek. A turn of my head and a deep breath might be enough to “accidentally” bring our lips together.
“I, uh. Oh, no, that’s not necessary. That’s what we’re here for. To help those in need.” My words stuttered out of my mouth as my thoughts turned to what it would be like to feel those plump lips against mine.
“Of course, it’s necessary. My last memory is the thought that I was on my way to death. Unless you’re an angel of death, I must be alive still.” Tavin looked at me, and I chewed at my lip, wondering who he was really.
Not just his name, but who he was, who Annamaria was, and what had caused his accident. I slid down in the bed and moved around, to look at him. I felt my hand brush against a rather intimate part of him and felt my cheeks go warm. With my past, it took a lot to make me blush now, but that did it. I was glad the light wasn’t any brighter.
“I’m uh, I’m no angel, sweety. Just a girl out for a walk that was there when you needed her.” No need to mention that the girl in question was in her bear shape when that happened, none at all. For now.
“Well, I’m glad you were.” Something about his tone made me look up, into eyes that had gone a whole lot darker. He was as aware of me as I was of him, I could smell it on his skin. My body responded immediately with an increased pulse rate and a pounding heart.
Maybe that pain medicine was doing enough to ease his pain after all. A girl could hope, right?
“You know what’s going to happen if you stay in this room with me, right?” Something about his tone was a dare, and I was never, ever the kind to back down from a dare.
“Yeah. I know. I’m good with that.” I shot him my own daring glance, chin up and left eyebrow arched.
“You sure? I’ve not had a woman in a very long time, sweetie, and I might not be able to stop at one time.” His words were quiet, a warning that things might just get wild. He’d just been shot, though, I didn’t have a lot of hope for wild sex. Something about that look on his face, the way his jaw tensed told me I might be wrong, though.
I felt a bolt of need run down my spine, as I moved towards him. My hands shook with that need as I placed them on his sides to hover over him.
“Are you sure I shouldn’t be the one giving the warning, sweetheart? You don’t know me at all.” I licked his lips hotly, my eyes drilling into his. “You might be getting a whole lot more than you bargained for.”
“I’ll take my chances.” He moved his head then and fused our lips together in one heated kiss.
Our tongues danced together as desire flared in my veins, burning hotter than anything I’ve ever experienced in my life. I’ve experienced sex, pleasure, desire, but nothing like this.
I’ve been with men before, and women too, but that had all changed when Trudi came. Nobody had created the kind of fire that burned between my thighs now, not even Trudi, and I couldn’t stop the weak sound of need that escaped my throat as I pressed my hips to his uninjured side.
“Tavin.” I pulled away from him, needing something, him, but I knew he was injured.
“It’s alright, Sabina. You won’t hurt me.” His lips brushed against mine as his fingers found a bare spot at my side and brushed against my bare skin. It felt so fucking good I shivered. “We just have to be careful of this IV line, or you’ll have to run another one.”
I don’t know why the thought of giving him another IV was sexy, but I had to bite my lip to hold back another moan. I looked at him instead, seeing a man that knew what he wanted and had it in his grasp. I wanted to be his, I wanted him to be mine, and I couldn’t stop myself from taking what he offered.
His fingers dove into my hair, brushing the long behind my shoulder and down my back. He inhaled the scent of me as he pulled me down to him, and I couldn’t help but shiver again. I’ve never been with a human, but he was different. He was my mate, even if he didn’t know it.
He pulled me tightly to his body with his good arm, and his fingers danced over the leather bustier I still wore.
“Why do I want you so much?” He didn’t seem to really want an answer as his fingers teased at the laces tied just at my cleavage.
I could only stare at his fingers, a reply wouldn’t form, not when his skin was so close to mine. Only millimeters away from touching a very intimate part of me.
“This is really hot on you, and I love it, but I think it would be better off.” His lips brushed against mine once more as his fingers removed the laces and then the leather that covered me. His eyes looked into mine as his fingers cupped my left breast, filling his palm to overflowing. He found a light rose nipple hard and ready for his touch.
I hissed in a breath of exquisite delight as his fingers grasped at the tender flesh tightly.
“Sensitive, are we?” He gave a low chuckle of his own delight before he leaned up and pushed me back against the bed so that he could take my nipple into his hot mouth and I felt my skin go tight over my entire body. How could he make that feel so good, so much better than anyone else ever has?
I cried out once more as his lips tugged tightly at the bud. I felt desire roil low in my abdomen as a deep pulling sensation coursed down my body and straight to my clit.
This is what I’d needed for so long! This is what I’d craved. Tavin and only him.
His hand left my nipple and opened my pants. His hand slid down into my panties without hesitation, and he moaned in delight as he found me wet and hot for him.
I pressed down on his hand, losing myself in his caresses as I gave into the drugging sensation of his fingers on me.
Tavin’s talented fingers, his magical talented fingers, moved, and filled the hungry, empty depths of me, while his palm pressed into the throbbing ache that was my clit.
I felt the blood surge in my veins and my body go hot as my hips began to move, finding the rhythm of his hand to follow the pace he set. I started to speak, words I couldn’t control, didn’t even know I was thinking, but said anyway. I’m not usually a submissive kind of girl, and the words that dripped from my lips proved that.
“Fuck, Tavin. That is so fucking good. Just like that, fuck, don’t stop, don’t slow down, no don’t slow down. Please, baby, more.” I didn’t care what any of it meant, I just breathed them out as I sought out that one tight spot, that one jolting, fluttering moment of wonder just before it all blew apart.
“If I’d only known you were waiting for me.” His lips sucked at my nipple between each of his words, but he didn’t lose pace. His fingers moved sensually within me, deep and angled just right, until I was on the verge of that great abyss I sought out. “I’d have had a lot harder wait.”
I didn’t really hear his words, or care what they meant, I just heard his voice as my body greedily consumed the pleasure he was giving me.
He made me want to writhe like a snake, but I was a bear, and what threatened to come out was a roar of demand, a slash of demand, and a bite that might send him over the edge.
“Please, Tavin.” I pleaded the words against his hand, submerging my bear and forcing her to behave. He brought a finger to my lips to taste myself before he quickly put it back where it belonged, between my thighs and deep inside of me.
“What do you want, Sabina? Tell me, baby?” He slowed the pace of his delving finge
rs. He pulled his face away from mine to look into my eyes. “Tell me.”
“I want you.” I looked back with unguarded need, hoping he wasn’t going to make me wait, hoping my bear would stay where she belonged. I’d die if he made me wait much longer. Or he might if I shifted. It was one of the reasons we didn’t mate with humans often, the high emotional turmoil could make us shift if we weren’t careful.
“What exactly do you want, Sabina?” His fingers drove deep inside of me as he ground his palm into my clit tightly, making me gasp with the bolt of pleasure he gave me. My fingers gripped at his wrist, wanting more, a lot more than just his hands down my pants.
“You, Tavin, all of you.” I was shaking with my need, but he didn’t take pity. Not in the slightest. He had no idea just what he was playing with, but I let him have his way, I wanted him to have it, in fact.
“Oh, that’s not good enough, Sabina. Tell me what you want and how you want it. I was away for a long time. I need to hear those dirty little words coming out of that sweet little mouth of yours.” His words were confusing, but they made my heart pound harder, even though they were little more than a whisper against my neck. His full, sensual lips brushed softly against my skin as I sank into whimpering need.
I was going to die if he didn’t give in to me soon, I thought as my hips moved on his now still fingers. I defiantly fucked myself with his hand, against his hand. Our eyes met, and I saw just how close to losing control he was. Just a shove, a tiny little shove and he’d do exactly what I wanted.
“I need you, Tavin. I need your hard your cock, deep inside of my aching pussy, taking me until I come all over your wet, hard dick. I need you rough and hard, slow and gentle, whatever way you want it, baby. I don’t care how you fuck me, Tavin, I just need you to fuck me.” I was desperate, and I’d lost my own control the moment I saw how close to the edge he was. The words poured from me now in a sob as I moved on his hand, needing so much more than his thick fingers to fill me.
“Oh, you want more than my fingers, huh?” His lips brushed away the sob of frustration I let out. “Is your pussy that greedy for me, Sabina? Is it not full enough?”
How could he not know that all of him would never be enough?
“Just fuck me, Tavin, please. I just want a good hard fuck that will make my mind blank and leave me in peace to sleep. Please, just let me come before I die of waiting, wanting it!” I was almost crying now, I need to come so desperately. He’d created this burgeoning need, this swelling painful desire inside of me that would only go away when he made the world explode for me.
“You want me to fuck you?”
“Fuck, yes! Please!” I felt a tear slip from my eye and looked away from him. I didn’t want him to see just how weak I was for him.
He moved agilely for a man that had stitches in his hip, and I had to guess it was the pain medicine that made that possible.
His boxers were gone before I knew it and he was between my thighs, on his injured knees but not cringing in pain, one hand under my left knee to hold my thighs open for him. He looked down at me, gray eyes met blue, and we could both see the need threatening to burn us alive. He was just as desperate for me as I was for him. I sucked in a breath of shock at just how much need was there and reached out for him.
His hard cock, nestled between the folds of my heated center, was long and hard, and it pulsed as my fingers stroked at his chest before falling away.
“I need you, Tavin.” I said it bluntly, softly, on the verge of tears from frustration. I waited, my breath held as he poised over me. What was holding him back?
Still he hesitated, and I tensed as I felt him pulse against me again. I wanted to feel him inside of me, I wanted to feel him plunge deep and fast into me, but Tavin held my knee, he held me still as I reached for him again.
“Please.” I begged him as I looked up at him once more with pleading eyes.
4
Tavin
I ground against her once more, this stranger, this woman named Sabina. She’d said she’d found me and taken me in, but everything was fuzzy. I felt an odd need for her that I knew was more than a man needing a woman after five years in prison. This was a need that was in my guts, in my brain, and drove out every bit of pain that plagued my body when I first opened my eyes and saw her against me.
I leaned into the heated depths of her pussy now, reveling in the sensation of her wet body sucking at my flesh. I let her feel all of me as I stroked her nipple with my finger a move that made her writhe beneath me, and her hips twitch up to meet mine. I knew she was trying to take me into her body, but I held myself back. Something about this woman told me everything had to be just right.
“Tavin, please...fuck me or I’m going to die. Please, make me come.” Her pretty begging was the final straw that drove me over the edge. Now it was right, now it was perfect, and I plunged into her heavenly depths, the walls seeming to suck at me as I pulled away only to thrust right back down into her with a cry of my own.
Her long silky legs, tanned and smooth, wrapped around my hips as I rode her hard and fast. I lost myself in the way her sweet, undiscovered body took every inch I had to give her, and those were quite a few.
I closed my eyes, savoring the pleasure of it every time I sank to the hilt inside of her.
Sabina sighed out her pleasure as I filled her, her fingers clenching at me, pushing round little half moons into the flesh of my shoulders, my hips. I loved the ache deep in my balls that her tight, hot pussy gave me, but I wanted her writhing beneath me, fighting for her pleasure, as I fought for mine. I pushed her hands over her head and stared down into twin blue flames. It must be some trick of my eyes, the drugs still pumping into the IV in my arm. I could not tear my gaze from hers as I began to move inside of her.
This stranger beneath me, this woman that had driven me mad with need, smiled at me, as she began to follow my pace, as she began to move with abandon beneath me.
I tore my gaze from hers at last and looked down at the temptation that was her firm breasts, at her slim waist that needed only the decoration of my hand spanning it, and her rounded hips, driving up to meet mine.
A stranger, yet so very strangely familiar. So fucking intoxicating.
I wanted her to ride me, I wanted to look up into her face when her walls clenched around me and she lost all the thoughts in her head. I turned us smoothly, and with ease for a man so injured. I’d think about that part later.
“Fuck me, Sabina. Make me forget the world.” I knew that only she could give me what I needed, and I knew I wasn’t wrong when she began to move.
Sabina’s hips danced a wild dance of abandon on me as she took me deep inside of her slick walls. I delighted in the way the wet heat of her sucked me deeper as she rode my cock hard and fast, and I lost myself in the sound of her panting cries of pleasure.
Slim, long fingers gripped at my shoulders as she offered me her breasts, her back arched over me in just the right way to feed me the soft, firm flesh. I took a passion-darkened nipple into my mouth, groaning when I felt her walls tighten around me in response. I loved the silky feel of her nipples on my tongue, and the way each tug of my mouth made her respond to me.
Her intoxicating scent, her knowing touch, and the way it felt to have her riding me, began to overwhelm me. I was seconds away from losing it and when she cried out my name and I let myself go. I didn’t think it was possible to go deeper down the rabbit hole than she was taking me, and I needed more than anything to come inside of her, I needed to feel the way she made feel. Later she could tell me who she was, she could tell me about how I came to be here exactly. Right now, I just wanted to come so deep inside of her I could never find my way back out. My fingernails scratched down her back and I moaned her name as a plea. Sabina moved in some womanly, mysterious way that made her walls clench even tighter around me and we both gasped as her release finally broke and pulled me along with her.
She was all I needed for now, but later, later we’d talk
about where I was. And why I needed her so much. And maybe even why my wounds didn’t hurt like they should.
5
Sabina
So that’s what all of the fuss was about. I stared up at the ceiling, tinged blue by the lit numbers of the alarm clock and listened to the soft snores of my mate My mate. Fate had smiled on me at last.
I smiled up at the ceiling and hid the light with my bicep over my eyes. I was naked, satisfied, and happy. I don’t remember ever being happy before. Pleased, sure. Content, a time or two. Happy? Really happy? Not at all.
I’d found my mate at last, just at the point where I’d almost given up. I guess our mother in the sky, the queen that gave it all up for us to live in the stars, had really wanted to make it up to me. She’d sent me a very fine specimen of manhood, a gorgeous rock of a man, even if he was human. He’d make a good bear, if he so chose.
I stretched and turned to him, my fingers tracing down the hard planes of his abdomen. I watched him in the blue light, sleeping peacefully. His breathing changed, and I knew he was awake, though he hadn’t given any other clue.
“Where am I?” He asked finally, his deep voice accented with the drawl of Georgia.
“In my bed, honey.” I said simply, waiting.
“Ah. Okay.” Just as simple. My lips twisted into a dark smile, yeah, two could play that game.
“How long have you been out?” I finally asked, the hints he’d given earlier had come together as he slept.
“What time is it?” He didn’t turn his head, his own arm thrown over his eyes.
“6:45.”
“Right around 22 hours, give or take a few minutes.” He moved his arm and turned his face to me. He was awaiting my response.
“You on parole?” I watched him, waiting for a lie, hoping I wouldn’t get one.
“Nope, free and clear.” His eyes didn’t flicker, he was telling the truth then.
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