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His mouth, warm and wet, laved her breasts before trailing down her belly, licking, tasting, nipping, as his hands fumbled with the button of her jeans. Suddenly shy, she folded her arms across her nakedness.
“What’s wrong?” Alex asked, his voice thick with desire. He gripped her hips and pulled her forward so he could bury his face in the denim fabric between her thighs. When he deeply inhaled her scent and then smiled lustily, her insecurities melted away.
She shook her head. “Nothing. Everything is…wonderful.” He slid her zipper down and she wiggled out of her jeans, kicking them out of the way. But before he could peel her panties off, she pushed his hands away. “Not so fast, mister,” she said, returning his lusty smile.
Her soft hands were shaking slightly as she let them trail over the enormous bulge behind his zipper. She pressed her palm against his length through the denim fabric and smiled as he groaned. Emboldened, she undid his button and zipper, slipping her hands inside to push the material down the length of his long, strong legs.
Nina sighed when she lifted the elastic waist of his boxers up and over his erection, freeing his enormous manhood, which bobbed proudly in her direction. She couldn’t resist wrapping her fist around the thick shaft, scaling its full length, down, then up, then down again.
Alex put his hand on hers, stopping her from continuing. “I’ve wanted you for so long,” he whispered, his voice husky, his breath labored. “If you keep that up, I’ll be done before we get started.”
Nina bit her lip to stifle a laugh. “We wouldn’t want that,” she said, giving him one more firm squeeze before releasing him.
His arms pulled her roughly against him as he captured her lips hungrily, his hands caressing her curves with urgency. She met his demand with her own hunger, their tongues sparring as she rubbed against him, teasing, taunting. Alex growled against her mouth, using his weight to guide her down into the soft mattress of the bed, their bodies fitting together perfectly, like two pieces of the same perfect puzzle.
Nina’s fingers threaded through his thick dark hair as his lips drifted away from hers to explore the gentle curve of her neck, the rounded flesh of her breasts, the taut peaks of her hardened nipples.
All too soon – and yet, not nearly soon enough – his lips traveled down her body, stopping when they reached the narrow elastic at her hips. A mewling sound escaped from deep in her throat as he hooked his fingers around the sides of her damp panties and slid them down her thighs.
She was already wet and ready for him, but he wanted to taste her before taking her. With his hands on her knees, he spread her wide, admiring the beauty before him. With little preamble, he buried his face between her legs, his tongue instinctively knowing where to lick and swirl to heighten her bliss.
With an abandon she had never known before, Nina panted and writhed, swept away by the most exquisite pleasure imaginable. Her hands grabbed fistfuls of bedding as her body soared higher and higher until it finally shattered into a million pulsing sensations.
“Oh, oh, OH!” she cried out, her voice piercing the quiet night, sounding like music to Alex’s sensitive ears.
Then his lips were on hers again and she could taste herself on his mouth, a heady reminder of how thoroughly he wanted her and how much she wanted him, too. She felt his hot, throbbing manhood nudge the center of her opening and she lifted her hips, giving him a silent invitation to enter.
“MINE!” he roared as he plunged his length inside her, stretching her slick channel, claiming her completely. She felt his sharp teeth on her neck as he marked her, hard enough to bruise but not deep enough to break the skin. In that moment she knew that they did belong together, that he was her everything.
He moved inside her, pulling out and gliding back in, over and over, their bodies dancing to a passionate rhythm that was as old as time. Nina lifted her legs and wrapped them high around his waist, meeting his thrusts as he called out to her. “Nina! Mate! MINE!”
She couldn’t, wouldn’t stop the whimpering cries that came forth as her body soared upward again as his pace became almost frenzied. Then, in explosive, synchronized waves, her inner walls pulsed around his rod as he reached his own peak, his climactic finish pulsing inside of her, hot, wet, sticky.
When he was fully spent, Alex collapsed onto the bed, rolling over and pulling Nina on top of him, their bodies still connected in the most intimate of ways. They stayed that way until their breathing had evened out and Alex had softened inside her. They both climbed under the covers, and Alex tucked Nina under his arm.
As they basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking, her fingertips played lazily on his chest. “Are we mated now?” she asked.
Alex smiled, bringing her fingertips to his lips. “Yes. Forever and always.”
“We probably need to leave the city so the hunters can’t track us down.”
Alex nodded in agreement. “My grandfather told me about another clan of were-bears that live somewhere in the Colorado Rockies. You interested in a road trip?
“Sure,” Nina said, yawning widely. It had been a long, yet ultimately satisfying, day. “I think my dad has some distant relatives in Colorado. Do you think that’s where I got my bear blood?”
“Maybe so,” Alex chuckled, closing his eyes and letting his mind drift. “Maybe so.”
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In the morning, Nina woke up alone in bed, surrounded by the smell of freshly-brewed coffee. Wrapping the sheets around her naked body, she padded out to the main living area of the cabin where Alex, dressed in nothing but his boxers, was cooking breakfast.
He pulled her into his arms and gave her a long, lingering kiss. “Good morning, mate. If we had more time, I’d drag you back into that bedroom for a repeat of last night’s performance. But the Guardian was just here and said we needed to hit the road soon.”
“I think we’ll have plenty of time for repeat performances,” Nina responded, grabbing a cooked sausage link and popping it into her mouth. It had been a while since she had eaten and she was starving.
“The Guardian brought you a helmet and some clothes from your house,” Alex said, nodding in the direction of a small duffel bag. “She said to tell you that she’ll finish packing up your condo and will put all of your things into storage for now.”
“I wasn’t very nice to her when I thought she was nothing more than blonde boyfriend-stealer,” Nina said sadly, realizing that the only thing Hannah had really stolen was her scarf. “I wish I could have apologized to her in person.”
“Somehow, I think she knows how sorry you are, and how thankful we both are. Breakfast is almost ready. Have a seat and I’ll dish it up.”
Nina reached up and gave Alex a quick kiss on the cheek. “What’s that for?” he asked.
She wanted to say because I love you but wasn’t quite ready to say the words out loud, even if it’s what she felt in her heart. “For being my everything,” she responded, “and so much more.”
“RAWR!” Alex grinned, his bear finally content now that he had claimed his mate.
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After breakfast, Nina did the dishes and tidied up the kitchen while Alex made the bed and stashed her extra clothes in his motorcycle’s saddlebag. Soon, they were ready to hit the road.
Nina put on the helmet and climbed onto Alex’s bike behind him. She didn’t know where her bear biker would take her, but she did know that she would do whatever it took to hold on tight and never let him go. No matter what dangers they encountered on the road ahead, for now she was safe, content to have her arms wrapped around the man she loved.
Chapter 18
The Guardian stood before the Council, nervously awaiting feedback about her first assignment. She felt like she had aged a hundred human years since she naively set out to ensure that an Alpha were-bear claimed his mate, a task that had proven to be a lot more complex than she expected.
“Congratulations, Guardian. We see that your mission was accomplished, although not without a few complica
tions,” the head Councilman stated.
“Thank you, sir. I have to admit, your honor, human will is an unpredictable animal.”
The Councilman smiled. “Your first lesson has been learned then.”
“My only regret is that I wasn’t able to apprehend the rogue Guardian.”
“We have a feeling that another opportunity to do that will present itself in the future.”
The Guardian nodded thoughtfully. “What happens next?” she asked.
“We will be in touch when we have your next assignment.” The head Councilman stood, which was her cue to get going.
“Thank you, sir.”
The Guardian didn’t know what the Council of Paranormal Creatures would have her do next, but she was pretty sure that another personal lesson would be involved. Whatever it was, she hoped that her next assignment would be just as exciting as Bear Biker Love.
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“Please, I’ll take any flight you’ve got. Just get me out of the city!”
“I’m sorry, miss, but even if I could find you a seat, it wouldn’t do any good. The airport’s officially shut down. There’s a blizzard coming, you know.”
Carrie Carlson did know about the blizzard. In fact, that’s all she had heard about for the last 36 hours, ever since the cabbie dropped her off at LaGuardia only to have her flight out of New York cancelled at the last minute.
She had been trying to rebook her flight ever since, but everything was full and now all incoming and outgoing flights were grounded. To make matters worse, she had checked her suitcase upon arrival and couldn’t get it back. She was exhausted, in need of fresh clothing and desperate to get home to warm and sunny California.
The agent patted Carrie’s tan hand. “Your best bet at this point is to get a room, get some rest and come back tomorrow,” he said. “See that woman over there, the one in the yellow vest? That’s Darla. If anyone can find you a room in New York City in a snowstorm, she can.”
“Thanks,” Carrie said. She picked up her travel documents, slung her computer bag over her shoulder and slogged through the crowd. Thankfully, Darla’s line was short; there were only three people waiting.
While biding her time, Carrie admired the man two spots ahead of her. He was tall – a few inches over six feet – with tousled dark hair, broad shoulders cloaked in red plaid flannel and the nicest ass she had ever seen in a pair of Levi’s.
Her eyes roamed down the back of the stranger’s strong legs, which ended in a pair of well-worn, expensive-looking cowboy boots. If the man’s front was anything like his back, well, hot damn!
Sadly, the stranger was gone all-too-soon, but that meant that it was almost Carrie’s turn to see if Darla could find her a room. She scanned the crowd looking for dark hair before dropping her eyes and searching for cowboy boots. But the guy was gone.
The person in line behind Carrie nudged her back. “It’s your turn lady.”
“Oh, thanks.” She stepped up to the counter where she was greeted with a wide smile by the short woman in a yellow airport personnel vest.
“I’m Darla, airport concierge. What can I help you with today?”
“Hi Darla, I need a room for the night. It doesn’t need to be anything special. Just a bed with a shower, and maybe room service.”
The smile on Darla’s face quickly faded away. “Oh dear, I’m afraid the entire city is sold out due to the blizzard.”
Tears pooled in Carrie’s eyes and she blinked rapidly. “The entire city?”
The concierge frowned. “Unfortunately, yes. Even the homeless shelters are turning people away.”
“Really, I don’t need much space,” Carrie said. “Even a cot in a closet would do. Please, Darla, I’m desperate!”
Darla leaned forward and lowered her voice. “I might have one option for you, but it’s nothing official if you catch my drift.”
Carrie nodded. At this point, she was willing to consider ideas that weren’t completely on the up-and-up.
“I happen to know of a gentleman who is traveling alone and has a two-bedroom corporate suite at the Royal Plaza,” Darla said, her tone hushed. “You’re a very attractive young woman, so he might be willing to let you stay with him.”
“What are you implying?” Carrie asked.
“Nothing improper! All I’m saying is that, if you bat those big blue eyes in his direction and maybe let a few of those tears fall down your cheeks, you might not have to sleep in a crowded airport tonight.”
Carrie took a moment to consider her lack of options. “As the saying goes,” she said, “desperate times call for desperate measures. I guess it’s worth a try. Do you happen to know where I might find this man?”
“Of course. His cell phone battery was dead so I called his car service for him. He’s waiting to be picked up over there.” The concierge pointed in the direction of passenger pickup.
“How will I know who he is?”
“That’s easy,” Darla said. “He’s tall with dark hair and movie star good looks. Oh, and he’s wearing blue jeans, a red plaid shirt and cowboy boots. You’d better hurry, though. His driver will be here soon.”
Carrie’s heart skipped a beat at the young woman’s description of the man she needed to find. Then she reached across the counter and gave Darla’s hand a quick squeeze. “Thank you!” With her mission in mind, she pushed through the crowd toward the passenger pickup zone.
When she got close to the automatic doors, a blast of frigid air caused Carrie to pause. If she wasn’t determined to find the stranger, she might have stepped back inside. Thankfully, it wasn’t hard to spot him; he stood taller than everyone else huddling in the cold.
Carrie watched him for a moment before approaching from behind. Even though the temperature outside was below freezing and the wind-chill was brutal, his stance was relaxed and confident, almost as if he was immune to the frigid air swirling around him. She pulled her thin jacket tighter around her body.
“Excuse me,” she said. “Excuse me!”
The stranger turned around. “Well hello there, darlin’.” His voi
ce was low and deep, and laced with a slight southern drawl. In a less stressful situation, Carrie would have found the voice to be incredibly sexy.
“Hello,” she replied, trying not to stare at the handsome face with a strong jaw and a hint of five o’clock shadow. “I’m sorry to intrude, but I was wondering if you might be able to help me.”
“I’m always willing to help a lady in distress, especially one that looks as pretty as you.”
Carrie was flustered by the stranger’s lazy smile and warm, brown eyes, which seemed to bore straight through to her core. “Yes, well, thank you. My flight was cancelled, you see, and . . .”
“Don’t be shy, darlin’. Just tell me what’s on your mind.”
“I need a room for the night and the city is sold out,” Carrie finally blurted out. “I heard that you might have an extra bed in your hotel room. Under normal circumstances I would never proposition a complete stranger like this, but these aren’t normal circumstances, you see, and I haven’t slept in a very long time, my luggage is lost and I’m desperate for a hot shower.” The tears that Carrie had been holding back finally escaped, choking her voice and ending her rambling explanation.
“There now, there’s no need to cry.” The stranger reached into his pocket and pulled out a cotton handkerchief, handing it to Carrie to dry her eyes. “I’m happy to share my hotel room with you. In fact, I’m not very happy about being stranded in New York either and would welcome a bit of company for the evening.”
Carrie sniffed and dabbed at her tears. “Really?”
“Really. Your timing couldn’t be much better, my car is here.” He turned toward the uniformed driver who had parked a black town car at the curb and was about to pick up his bag to place it in the trunk. “Mario, this little lady is coming with us. If you could take her bag, I’d be much obliged.”
“Yes sir,” Mario said. He grabbed Carrie’s computer bag, which was looped over her arm.
Without waiting for Mario, the stranger opened the door to the backseat of the town car and motioned for Carrie to slide in.
