She had been impressed, turned on and proud as she’d watched his show of force over Tim. When Rena dragged her stare away from Marcella, drawn to Cord and she saw that he wasn’t looking at the other woman, but at her. His gaze was intense, direct and bold. The heated look in his onyx gaze with large specks of golden flash revealed his lust and need for her.
The air between her and Cord crackled with kinetic energy.
The red haze that she’d been feeling trapped in just moments before had vanished as if blown away by a gust of wind, only to be replaced with a soft golden haze. She couldn’t explain it, but it was aimed at Cord. She wanted this man. Desired him with such a fierce need and hunger, she felt consumed, blind with longing. She craved this man. More than honey or salmon.
Not waiting for Marcella to remove her hand, Cord swept the woman away like a bothersome fly as he stepped to Rena. Seizing her arm in an unbreakable grip, he led them in a brisk strut off the field.
Not caring what the scene looked like to the others left standing behind them, Rena followed. Rather she was matching Cord step for step, as if they were in a race toward pleasure. In her fist, she clutched his shirt high against her chest, taking in his heady scent as they strutted out a side gate of the field then down past the back of a few tents on the outskirts of the fairgrounds. She didn’t know where Cord was taking her, but he was a man on a mission. And she was too ecstatic to be a part of whatever was coming.
Soon they reached Paw Tracks Street, the main road that ran through town where Cord made a sharp left away from the festival crowds. A few people were milling around businesses and storefronts, but a lot less compared to the crowds surrounding the park.
People stared, watched them but didn’t bother to call out greetings, as Cord stormed through the street hell bent on his goal. He cut along the side of Bear & Cub Hardware store and continued until he brought them to a parking lot empty of people but full of vehicles. Like most of the town, people were parked everywhere as they drove in for the day’s festival activities.
Rena spotted Cord’s black extended cab pick-up at the far end. Once they got to it, he released her, allowing her to climb into the front passenger side. Making haste around the hood, he snatched his door open. She was impressed by the durability of the truck that the door didn’t come flying off in his hand.
In and behind the wheel, Cord turned to face her. The flecks of gold in his eyes earlier had fully taken over his dark irises now. She wasn’t sure why the anomaly happened or what it meant, but somehow she understood it had something to do with her. A reaction. And it thrilled her to see it.
She felt itchy and agitated. Her body was so turned on she thought she would lose her mind.
“I’m going to kiss you, Rena.” He stared across the front bench arresting her with his gaze.
Recognizing the warning, in his words, she felt her heart rate do the impossible, start beating faster. “Do it, Cord.” She wanted to be ravished by this bear of a man.
Reaching out, he pulled his shirt from her hands and tossed it to the floor of his truck. She didn’t even realize she was still holding it.
Anticipating he would lean over and set his lips against hers, she was caught off guard when he took hold of her arms and hauled her onto his lap as if she weighed nothing.
Gasping, she straddled his lap. With the steering wheel behind her, there was little room, leaving her no option but to press herself close him. Something she didn’t mind at all. She wanted to be up close and personal with this bear of a man. She’d never known another man so big, imposing and sexy as hell, that was Cord. Even seeing the other men in Den County today didn’t have the same effect on her that being around Cord did.
Perched on his lap, she would have thought he would begin to kiss and maul her. Instead he just held her against him, staring into her face.
“You are so beautiful.” His thumb stroked her chin causing the tip of it to graze the underside of her bottom lip. “I can’t get enough of your eyes, your skin…your scent.”
Oh, hell, this man could have her coming from just mere words.
“Look who’s talking.” She ran her hands over his hair. “I thought you were in the mood for kissing not quoting poetry,” she taunted, breathless.
“Let me give the lady what she wants.” Cupping the back of her head, he angled her mouth just as he wanted it. Slanting his lips on hers, he showed her the magnitude of his desire.
She felt flushed, feverish as Cord took command of her mouth. The kiss blew her mind. It was skilled, passionate and forceful. She’d never had a man demand so much from her in a simple kiss.
However, she wasn’t going to play the mild submissive. Palming the back of his head, she pressed her knees out as far as she could in the confines of the truck. She ground her sex against the hard, bulge she felt beneath her.
When his tongue dipped in, she sucked it, holding it…him in her mouth.
He moved away, licking a path along the side of her neck. In the curve of her shoulder he drew a mouthful of her skin in his mouth. And grazed her flesh with his teeth.
Something about feeling the scratch of his teeth across her flesh caused shivers to race down her spine and heat bloomed a blazing inferno in her stomach. Bite me.
Rena wasn’t sure where that thought came from, but even as she attempted to push it away, it brought with it a vision of Cord fucking her hard and burying his teeth deep into her. She wanted to believe that she thought the image was wicked, depraved…too paranormal for it to ever happen in reality, but she didn’t.
A whimpered moan came out of her mouth. Grabbing his head, she lifted it and kissed him hard until they were both panting and heaving in small gulps of air in between more kisses.
With her palms flat on his bare chest, she dug her nails into his toned muscles, loving the brush of hair that tickled her skin. She wanted to touch him in many more places.
His hands were all over her, rubbing her thighs, squeezing her ass and pinching her nipples.
“More…” Gracious she needed more of Cord in any and every way.
He tugged at her blouse, yanking it from the waistband of her jeans. When his fingers brushed her sides beneath, she whispered, “I love your big, strong hands.”
“Now, who’s the poet?”
She laughed and kissed his perfect mouth again.
Strange and wonderful sensations were whirling inside of her, outside of the inner voice. That was a part of her, but separate in some manner, there were other things. The golden haze to her sight had taken a back seat to another wonder, her gums behind her eye teeth were tingling. Something akin to a minor toothache was happening in her mouth. However, instead of hurting, the throbbing was pleasurable in a way to her. It made her want to sink her teeth into something…someone…Cord. Unable to resist, she nipped his bottom lip.
“Sh-i-it…” the growl that came out of him vibrated in the interior of the truck, making the warm air pulsate.
Like a man possessed, he lowered his hands and worked at her fastening. Her belt was no struggle for him. Neither were the buttons and zipper of her jeans.
The thought of stopping him never entered her mind. She wanted his hands all over her.
Slipping his hand into her panties, he cupped her sex. “Fuck, you’re soaked.” His eyes closed for a moment and he inhaled deep, loud. “I can smell your heat.”
The way he said it didn’t lend itself to her feeling embarrassed over the evidence of her need, but turned her gooey inside with excitement. Wantonly, she circled her hips and pushed against his palm, desperate for more. “It’s you,” she confessed. “I feel like I’ve been in this state all day.”
“Then let us do something about that.”
“Us?” she looked down at him, but before she could question him further about the emphasis, Cord spoke.
“Give me your hand, Rena,” he demanded, his voice rough, barely audible.
Staring into those intense, hot golden eyes, she held her hand out.
Removing his hand from her pants, he linked his fingers with hers and returned their joined hands back to her pants. He guided them, used laced fingers to stroke her sex in the snug space.
~YH~
The heady scent of her mating lust was driving Cord out of his mind. His mouth was salivating and his throat was so fucking tight with need he could barely breathe. Feeling the wet, warm supple skin of Rena’s pussy surrounding their combined fingers had him agitated and dancing on the edge of a cliff. One he could go over at any moment.
Not here in his fucking truck. Cord was thoroughly pissed with himself for even starting such an encounter in a confined place that he wouldn’t be able to love Rena right. Fuck her properly.
Her clit was hard as a diamond and extremely sensitive. Caressing the stiff little peak he enjoyed her bucking against his engorged cock.
Claim her. Mark her.
His bear was tearing him apart inside. It wasn’t one for the seduction of the act of sex, but the taking, dominating part of it.
However, Cord knew he had to do this right. Rena was fragile. Not physically, but emotionally. Even as today he’d seen her bear begin to surface, reveal itself, he wasn’t sure if she was aware of the changes.
Just yesterday, she’d been so reserved and skittish to the evidence of his Were traits. But on the field he’d seen the fierce territorial anger she’d exhibited toward Marcella. Before everyone on that field, she’d practically marked him as hers.
He knew that if he didn’t get Rena away from his ex, there would be bloodshed. Most likely Marcella’s as loud as Rena’s growl had been. When her gaze had connected with his, he’d spotted the golden threads of lust in her eyes. Something that hadn’t been evident yesterday when he’d kissed her in Genma’s kitchen.
No, yesterday and this morning she’d been ignorantly fighting their attraction. She’d have fared better climbing an iceberg barefoot and nude, than reigning in the mating lust of her Were.
Great Spirit, he was grateful she gave in when she did. After besting his cousin in the match, the only thing Cord wanted was to claim and mark his mate.
“I want inside you bad, Rena,” he confessed.
“I want you there, too.”
He shoved his finger behind hers inside the tight, opening of her pussy.
She bucked her hips and tossed her head back riding them both—milking her sex.
Increasing his tempo, finger-fucking her as deep as he could, he commanded, “Come for me, Rena. Let me feel your pussy quiver in our hands.”
“Cord…” her voice was rough and low, as she slammed herself against them, taking what she needed.
Dragging her shirt up and freeing one breast from the bottom of her bra, he only allowed himself a moment to admire the sienna-brown skin with its blackberry center. Opening his mouth wide he sucked in as much of her breast as he could and caressed the erect tip with his tongue. When the peak was sufficiently raised, he scraped against it with his incisor. Not enough to break the skin, yet.
Rena exploded. Screaming, she dug her nails deep into his shoulders and climaxed.
Leaning back, he watched her, seeing the light sheen of sweat coating her skin and pleasure giving her skin a rosy tint making her brown skin even lovelier.
The after-spasms coursing through her sex happened around her hand. “I can’t wait to taste your pussy, sweetheart.”
Lowering her head, she opened her eyes and gazed at him. “Why wait.” Pulling her hand from her pants she painted his lips with her cream.
Her bold, beguiling act was almost enough to shove him over that cliff of sexual insanity. His tongue darted out and he followed her finger, tasting the savory honey of her sex. Nothing had ever tasted as good as the flavor of Rena’s pussy. The only thing that could be better was him being able to drink it from the source.
Capturing her finger, he sucked it. Swirling his tongue along the lines, curves and creases, he cleaned every drop from her skin.
Moaning, she used her free hand to drag him away from her sex and licked him from wrist to the tip of his middle finger without breaking eye contact.
Fucking hot. He groaned.
When she pressed his finger into her mouth and sucked him, giving him wild visions of her mouth wrapped around his cock, a wave of ecstasy made his blood sing.
“Shit,” he growled. Not from pain, but from pleasure as Rena grazed the pad of his middle finger with the extend point of one of her teeth.
Shocked, Rena jerked back and eyed the small drop of blood.
His heart was racing, while in human form the only two manifestation of their Were gene rose to the surface and both of those things were for one single purpose—mating. The first was the golden reflection of their eyes when their mating lust was incited, the other was their incisors dropped. The latter was to mark one’s mate. As they matured, a Were-bear learned how to control the extension of his teeth, only releasing them when they were going to bite.
“It seems I’ve cut you somehow.” Her brows were puckered in confusion.
Arching an eyebrow at her, he glimpsed the sharp points of her teeth. Evidently, she was oblivious to them being out. If the moment hadn’t been so serious, he would have laughed. Instead, he remained still and silent, wanting to see what she would do. He would heal fast, if she did nothing, but there was a way to speed that healing process up. But he wouldn’t tell her. If she didn’t react in the traditional way of mates, he would be fine.
She studied it for a second. He could almost see the thoughts playing across her features as she tried to figure out what she should do.
Bringing it slowly to her mouth, she kissed it.
He held his breath, hearing the pounding of his own heart like a ceremonial drum beat in his ears.
When her pink tongue slipped from her lips and swirled around the injury, licking the cut before she drew it back into her mouth, a firecracker inside his brain exploded.
“Re-naaaa…” he growled low, whispering her name on a sigh of pleasure.
It was like no lust he’d ever experienced before. The world around him spun and drowned him into a vortex of colors and sensations to the point he found it hard to breath or think and every fiber of his being was centered at one point—Rena.
Pulling his finger out, she looked at it and smiled. “All better now.”
The cut on his finger had closed, but there was a small scar that he knew would never go away. Even healed it throbbed, pulsed. Rena had marked him. Whether she was aware of what she had done or not she’d just started their life mate bond—two more bites remained.
Fisting her hair, he pressed her body to his and kissed her, deep and unrestrained. Everything that had transpired between them until this point was a prequel to the raw passion that awaited them.
When he broke the kiss, they were both panting. If he could have, he would have driven them away with her still riding his lap, but a glimmer of reason flashed in his mind. “We’re getting out of here, now.” He wasn’t sure if his words had even come out as a language or a series of grunts as he lifted her away from him.
Thankfully, Rena seemed to comprehend what he was attempting to communicate, because she scrambled to her seat.
Barely seeing her safely in the passenger seat, he pulled his keys out of his pocket and gunned the engine of his truck. He had to flip on the defrost to clear the front window, which had fogged over completely from the heat of their foreplay. Before his next breath he had the truck backed up then shifted to drive and tore out the parking lot behind the hardware store.
With the main road into town blocked off, he had to take the back roads to his house, extending their drive by twelve minutes, but he would do his damnedest to reduce it to five. He wanted his mate and time was not his friend at the moment.
He drove like a madman. His vision was so golden, if Sheriff Smokey knew he’d probably pull Cord over and give him a ticket for driving while lustfully intoxicated. But the law man would have a chase on his hands
, because Cord didn’t plan to stop his truck until he’d reached his house and he could have Rena on whatever place they got to first. Nothing but death would keep him from fucking her, now.
Chapter Eight
Rena’s heart was beating so hard she felt dizzy and lightheaded. However, she didn’t feel like she was going to pass out, but full of energy…and lust. That was the only word she could use to describe the kaleidoscope of desire inside of her. It wasn’t pretty, or sweet or kind. It was base and crude, giving her a tunneled vision with Cord at the end of her sights. It was taking every ounce of her strength not to crawl back across the seat and straddle him again. This time she’d pull his cock from his pants and ride it hard.
Unable to stop herself, she stared at the deliciously handsome man sitting beside her. His face was tight and his hands were fisting the steering wheel so tight, she was surprised it didn’t bend. She didn’t have to be told that his need for her was just as strong, she could feel it inside her. She wasn’t sure how, but it was as if there was a part of him in her, connecting them. She knew it didn’t make sense, but the impression was there still the same.
She allowed her gaze to travel along those well-defined muscles of his arms until she was eyeing the thick bulge beneath the fly of his jeans.
“Rena, if you don’t stop staring at my dick, I’m going to pull this truck over and fuck you on the hood.”
“You don’t hear me arguing against that idea do you?”
Cord slammed on the brake and the bed of the truck fishtailed once before he brought it under control. She wasn’t sure what had possessed her to bait a beast, but she couldn’t help it, she was feeling so alive.
He pinned her with a hard gaze, a warning. His eyes were liquid gold. She could barely see his pupils.
His nostrils flared as he took a deep breath before refocusing on the path before them. He grunted, or growled or roared indecipherable words as he pressed on the gas pedal again and shot them down the road.
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