Fated To Her Bear (Bear Bluff Clan Book 5)

by Harmony Raines

  She forked some of the food into her mouth. “Mmmm, I think you might. This is wonderful.”

  “Oh, almost forgot. Garlic bread.” He opened the door of the oven; she hadn’t thought her mouth could water any more than it already was, but she was wrong.

  “Homemade. Impressive.” She took a piece when he offered her some. Biting into it, she thought she was in heaven. And when she looked up and caught his eyes watching her, she was certain he was thinking the same thing.

  “So you think you can fix Minty?” he asked, starting to eat too.

  “I’m not sure if fix is the right word, but I can prolong his life for a while.”

  “That bad?” he asked, pausing, fork halfway to his mouth.

  “The damage is done. But if we can get rid of the toxins, he should live to a ripe old age. We’re just going to have to keep a special eye on him.”

  It was her turn to pause; in that one sentence, she was committing herself to a life with him, here on his ranch. Whether that meant she gave up her career like her mom did or not, remained to be seen.

  She lifted her glass. “To a new future. A new life.”

  He touched her glass with his own and smiled, not one filled with joy and happiness, although that was there too. Instead, he looked relieved, his shoulders lifting and his eyes a little misty. Ciara’s heart swelled; she could see how much he had grown to love her, even in the short space of time they had known each other. As he cleared his throat, she had no further doubts about her rancher.

  “To us,” he said. “Thank you, Ciara.”

  “For what?” she asked. “I would have treated Sapphire and Minty no matter what.”

  “I know. And I wasn’t talking about that. I was talking about you. Giving us a chance.”

  “It’s not entirely without selfishness.” She took another bite of the garlic bread and then said, “I think you would make the perfect househusband.”

  He laughed. “If that’s how it has to be. Then I will embrace it fully.”

  Ciara hurried to finish her food. She couldn’t wait for him to embrace her fully, in a more physical way. And as she ate, she realised that the weight had gone from her too. The heavy feeling in her chest that has seemed to suffocate her at times was gone. Replaced by a sense of belonging. For whatever reasons, she had left her old home, but now she had found a new one. A place where she could be happy, and fulfilled. In whatever guise that was. She didn’t have to make the choice now. All she had to do was be open to herself and her needs. But also, to what they needed as bonded mates.

  Chapter Sixteen – Ryan

  They had eaten the meal he had cooked, and now they were doing the dishes together. An easiness had settled over them, as if they had been together forever. It was hard to stop himself grinning when he thought of how she had accepted him and the bond between them despite all her reservations.

  Now he wanted to get everything tidy and take her to bed. Hell, he wouldn’t have minded skipping the dishes and taking her to bed right now. But he tried to play down the strength of his feelings; he was still scared he might send her running for the hills. Now, that was something he might want to see. His mate, a solid black horse, galloping in the moonlight. His bear stirred.

  Later.

  Yes, maybe later they could head up the mountain, horse and bear. What a strange sight that would be.

  “I think we are finished.” She stood looking at him, her eyes shining with happiness.

  “So what do you want to do now? I could show you around the ranch.” Why did he suddenly feel nervous?

  “I think there is only one room I really want to see right now. And it’s the only one I’ve already been in.” She took the dishcloth from him, and took his hand in hers. Then she stood on tiptoes and kissed him.

  With a groan, he leaned down and scooped her up, kissing her as he carried her up the narrow stairs to his bedroom. Before he had set her on the bed, her hands were undoing the buttons of his shirt, and then he was helping her, dragging it over his head and throwing it aside. While her hands stroked his chest, he began to remove her clothes as quickly as he possibly could. He wanted her under him; he wanted to be inside her.

  Giggling as he wrestled her jeans off, she lay back on his bed and let him pull them down over her feet. It was the most amazing sight to him, her jet-black hair strewn across his sheets, her pale skin slowly revealed as he removed her clothes. He loved her curves, and right now, as he unclasped her bra, he was going to enjoy her wonderful, voluptuous breasts.

  He hovered over her naked body, lightly kissing her, making her squirm in anticipation. He kissed her soft belly, and worked his way higher until he claimed the taut bud of her nipple, the tip of his tongue tracing around it and then his warm mouth sucking it in. Rolling his tongue over the hard bud, he felt her tremble beneath him.

  If this made her tremble, what would happen if he tasted her more intimately? He wanted to find out. He also wanted the taste of his mate on his tongue. And so, he moved lower. Kissing her stomach, down across her thighs, using his hands to part her legs. He breathed in the scent of her arousal. His bear roaring in appreciation.

  Then he dipped his head and pressed his tongue into her moist hot sex, hearing her whimper in need, and he thought he would explode with desire.

  Drawing his tongue up over her clit, he played with her, teasing her. Making her writhe beneath the onslaught, the sensation too much for her. But he placed his hands on her knees, and wouldn’t let her clamp her legs shut. Not until he had had his fill and she had reached a climax she would never forget.

  In and out, he pressed his tongue, then he drew it up to flick her clit. A steady rhythm brought her higher and higher. She cried out, a wounded animal beneath him. But he knew he would never hurt her and it was pure pleasure that made her plead with him. She needed to come, needed the release. And he gave it to her, her warm juices flowing, tasting sweeter than honey on his tongue.

  Chapter Seventeen – Ciara

  She fisted his hair, trying to drag him away and keep him in place all at the same time. The room spun around her and she thought she was floating with the stars as her orgasm finally hit her. The force of it took her breath away, leaving her sobbing with relief. Ryan never let up, taking everything she had, even when she begged him to stop. He could read her body, and kept the pressure on until her orgasm reached its shuddering climax and then left her.

  When it had passed, she was left exhausted and drained. Ryan gave her time to recover, kissing her thighs, down to her knees, finding that place behind them which made her desire unfurl once more. How could she want him so soon? But she did.

  “Make love to me,” she said, when he moved to lie next to her.

  “With pleasure,” he said, smiling and kissing her as he moved between her thighs.

  There, he guided himself inside her. Pressing against her outer lips and then thrusting hard to enter her. She gasped as he filled her, one long lunge to fill her completely. He lay still, letting her adjust to his wide girth, his mouth on hers as he kissed her passionately. Then he pulled back, thrusting his hips forward once more, in and out, empty and full. He took her.

  Ciara’s hands roamed his body, stroking his back, and then along his arms. Down over his butt, she felt the strong muscles of his thighs bunch and then relax as he impaled her on his cock. So full, the friction of his skin along her inner walls almost too much as her next orgasm hovered in front of her eyes.

  She placed her hands back on his butt, digging her nails into his toned flesh, encouraging him to push deeper and harder. Lifting her knees, she angled her body so that each thrust brushed her clit, her orgasm ever closer. Ryan straining to thrust deeper and deeper, his breathing laboured as his own climax over took him.

  Deep inside her, he spurted his seed, her body joining him as he took her over the edge into the abyss. If her orgasm before had been earth-shattering, this shattered her universe. They were joined as one, as close to him now as she was to the horse t
hat was the other piece of her. They made each other whole on a different level. A level she never completely understood was possible until now.

  With Ryan still jerking deep inside her, her sex gripped him, pulsing as his essence brought the possibility of new life into her. Now she wasn’t afraid. Only happy that when they did have a child, it would know it was loved and that it had two parents who would always be there for him or her, just as her parents had been. And she would try to guide her daughter in the same way her mom had tried to guide her.

  With one final strain of his body, the tension left Ryan. His body went slack and he rested his weight on his arms, his cock still buried inside her while he kissed her neck and over her shoulders. Ciara stroked his back, wanting to keep the connection between them forever.

  If only they could stay like this, with no decisions to make. But that wasn’t life, at least not the life she was used to. And now she had come to one more decision.

  “Come on,” she said, moving from under him.

  “I was comfortable there,” he said, pulling her back to him and kissing her mouth. For a moment or two she allowed him to fill her senses once more, but then she pushed him playfully away.

  “Get dressed,” she said, slipping out of bed, trying not to feel embarrassed by her naked body, which normally she kept well covered. Grabbing her clothes, she pulled them on quickly, knowing if he pulled her back into bed, she might easily change her mind. But there was something she wanted to do. She only hoped he wouldn’t object.

  “What’s going on?” he asked, pulling on his jeans. She watched him as he reached for his shirt and covered his toned chest, and wondered if she really was crazy.

  “I want to go out. To the mountain. You’ve seen me. Now I want to see you.” She waited for him to object, but instead he reached for her sweater and pulled it on over his head.

  “Now I feel nervous. A great lumbering bear next to a horse that can run so swiftly.” He shook his head.

  Ciara stood up. “That’s how I feel next to you. All toned muscles and fit. If this bond didn’t exist, you wouldn’t look twice at me. So I should be grateful about that.” Her face dropped. “Now I feel as though I’m cheating you.”

  He came to her, moving frighteningly fast, pulling her into his arms. “Don’t ever say that. I love every inch of you, from the swell of your breasts to the softness of your skin. You are the most attractive, beautiful woman I could ever want. Never forget that.”

  He kissed her hungrily, and she clung to him until his passion made her believe every word.

  Chapter Eighteen – Ryan

  “OK. Here goes.” He felt an unusual feeling of butterflies in his stomach. He shouldn’t be nervous, but he was.

  “I can’t wait.” She didn’t take her eyes off of him. “And if I change after, so we can go up over the mountain, you won’t eat me, right?”

  He grinned, but didn’t say what was on his mind. Her words had conjured up the thought of her taste on his tongue, of the moist heat between her thighs, and the way she sighed so contentedly when he plunged his tongue deep into her. “No. I won’t eat you.”

  “Then go!” she said, as she stood back amongst the trees, waiting for him to release his bear.

  “No pressure,” he laughed nervously.

  “None at all.”

  He could feel her excitement and he tried to grab ahold of that and let it help him overcome his fears. What if after everything, she didn’t like this side of him. You’re a bear, he reminded himself. A great, big, powerful bear. What’s not to like?

  Ryan was about to find out.

  He let his mind relax and then filled it with the image of his bear. And there his nerves kicked in again. Big bulking body, shaggy coat, usually dirty form rolling in mud and sitting in the river that flowed down the side of the mountain. Teeth that were sharp and a short snout, which usually could be found sniffing out interesting things in the dirt. Yep. What’s not to like?

  Yet he stepped into the image anyway. Because no matter what, he could not give up this side of himself. The ranch, yes, his freedom, yes. But never his bear. And she would know this. Hadn’t she said she regretted keeping her horse in check for so long?

  His body flowed out of this world, the atoms becoming unstuck from each other only to return as something else. Low to the ground, all four paws leaving their prints in the ground, his bear made its first appearance in front of their mate. And he did not lack confidence.

  One solid paw moved forward at a time as he lumbered up to Ciara. He reached out with his snout and sniffed her, pleased with her scent. She reached out and he stuck his nose into the palm of her hand, snuffling contentedly as she stroked him.

  Running her fingers through his coat made him squirm. He wondered if she wanted to scratch his back right where he needed it but decided he would look too much like a dog. He would find a tree later. Puffing himself up, he tried to look as impressive as possible while he allowed her to explore his body with her fingers. Even like this, her touch was magical.

  Then she moved away. He could sense the shift in the air, and she shimmered out of existence for one moment before returning as the black mare he had seen earlier. She snorted at him, blowing air in his face, and then she turned and took off, out of the trees, heading up the side of the mountain.

  He knew he could never catch her, but he wasn’t going to let her go. Not ever, so he followed all the same. Maybe that bear stamina she had mentioned might be needed elsewhere than in the bedroom.

  Chapter Nineteen – Ciara

  The thrill of the chase. In any other place, she would be the prey trying to outrun a predator. Horse against bear. This was different; she didn’t want to lose him, she wanted to run with him, wild and free on the mountain.

  The higher she climbed, the more alive she felt. The wind swept over the mountain, making her mane fly in the wind. She tossed her head and snorted, pausing for a moment while he caught up with her. Rearing up on her hind legs, she neighed her joy to the world before she took off again, the scents of the meadows filling her nostrils. How long it had been since her horse had munched on fresh grass and rolled in the mud!

  Wild and free she ran, the weight of her human life so much less now she had found her mate. When she reached the high meadow she galloped headlong away, only to wheel around and charge back to where the big bear was entering the meadow. She stopped, only two feet in front of him, sliding, stones flicking up, only to turn on a dime and gallop away.

  Back and away, she ran, until he eventually sat down and watched her. If a bear could smile, she was sure he was smiling, his short snout on the air, sniffing it, enjoying the mountain breeze. When at last her legs began to tire, she went to him. But before she sat down, she changed back to her human form, wanting to share this moment with him on another level.

  Ryan changed too, pulling her into his arms as soon as they had changed from being bear legs. “You are something else to watch,” he said.

  “You’re not so bad yourself. I should compliment you on your thick coat.”

  “The secret is mud. Lots of it, worked down into the roots and then washed off in the river.”

  “That I would like to see. And do.”

  “Tomorrow. We’ll come up here when you finish work and I’ll show you all my favourite places.”

  “I can’t wait,” she said, tilting her head and resting it on his shoulder.

  They sat together, looking down over the twinkling lights of Bear Bluff, while above them the stars shone brightly. The moon moved across the sky, its mysterious glow lighting the meadow, giving them moonlight shadows. No words were needed. All that mattered was that they were here, the two of them together. Until at last he stood and offered her his hand.

  “Come on, it’s late and I guess you have to work tomorrow. Let’s go and get some sleep.”

  As he pulled her up, she went into his arms and he kissed her. Her insides turned to liquid fire. She wanted him, wanted to make love to him here
in the meadow, but that would have to wait for another day. He was right; she had work, she had an early call in the morning. The practice would let her off being late one day, but two in a row might cause trouble she didn’t need, and that the practice didn’t deserve.

  So they both changed, and made their way more sedately down the mountain, Ryan leading the way. Her exhilaration now passed, replaced by contentment and being here with him. The dark night was all around them, cocooning them in their own world. They worked their way down off the mountain, a light breeze ruffling her mane, whilst the occasional squawk of a startled bird broke the quiet night.

  When at last they entered the trees where they were going to change, she took one last breath of the mountain air. This was to be her new home, and she wanted to spend the rest of her life exploring the mountain and the surrounding forests so that she knew it as well as she had known the meadows where her herd roamed. She would run here, with their children, whatever they were to be. Horse or bear, it didn’t matter.

  “I think we could have one more glass of wine before bed, don’t you?” she asked as they walked down the rest of the way to the farm, hand in hand.

  “Does that mean you aren’t driving home tonight?” he asked hopefully.

  “No, Ryan, I’m not. This is my home now.”

  He didn’t answer, just squeezed her hand and led her down to his house. But before they went inside she stopped.

  “What’s the matter?” he asked, and the tone of his voice signalled he thought she had changed her mind.

  “This way,” she said and led him to the barn. Opening the door quietly, she went inside. “Do you have a flashlight?”

  “I can put the main light on.”

  “No. We don’t want to disturb them.”

  “Who?” he asked, grabbing the flashlight just as she had asked.

  “You’ll see.”

  They crept along the barn to the stall where Sapphire was. Across from her, Minty whinnied quietly. As they looked into Sapphire’s stall, they were just in time to see the newborn foal trying to climb to his wobbly feet.