Alpha Bear Princes Box Set

by Lily Cahill

  His mouth closed over her left breast and he sucked. She felt so damn good in his mouth.

  "Yes," she moaned, throwing her head back. The motion thrust her tits further into his mouth and he opened wider, sucked harder.

  "Oh, God, yes," she panted.

  He moved to her right breast, lapping her nipples this time in soft, slow passes. He wanted to savor every bit of this moment. She rewarded him by pressing her hips closer to his, rubbing her center against his erection, their clothes a saving grace against him losing it entirely.

  He took her mouth in his again, teasing her lips lightly before sliding his tongue between them. She leaned into him, returning his fervor with her own and wrapping her arms around his neck. He let one hand drift down to grasp the perfect roundness of her bottom as the other lifted to stroke her right breast. It filled his hands and more, warm and weighty in his palm. He reveled in the smooth feel of it, the soft bounce of flesh that was all her. All his Laila, his mate.

  He wanted to hold all of her like that. To feel her suspended in his arms, riding his cock. But that would have to wait. Her pleasure came first.

  He shifted her off his lap and back onto the couch, then kissed a line down her soft stomach as he knelt in front of her. He unbuttoned the top button of her jeans, unzipped them, and felt her pelvis tilt toward him as he pulled them down over her lush hips.

  Matching purple lace panties. Jesus fuck. She was going to be the death of him.

  He bent his face toward her and inhaled the salt-wet scent of her pussy, nuzzling her through the lace. God, he couldn't wait to have his mouth on her. He couldn't wait to make her scream.

  He slid the panties down past her ankles and tossed them aside. Then he spread her legs and let himself look at her while he caressed her dark, silky thighs. The heat was building in his belly as he took her in. She let him look, let him appreciate the sight of her spread for him like that. He loved it--loved looking and loved that she wanted him to. It was a sign of her confidence, of her strength. And damn, she was gorgeous. It was all he could do not to plunge himself into her right then.

  But there were other things he wanted more at the moment. He lifted his eyes to hers and her hungry gaze made the fire in his chest burn hotter.

  "Do you want me to taste you?" he growled.

  "Yes," she panted. He loved hearing her like that, loved breaking her down to only her desire just so he could be the one to fulfill it.

  "Tell me," he said, teasing a finger through the soft curls between her legs.

  A wanting moan escaped her lips. "I want you to taste me," she said. "Please. I need it."

  She didn't have to ask twice. He lowered his mouth and dragged his tongue between the soft, round lips of her pussy.

  "Fuck, yes," she whimpered.

  She writhed beneath him as he found her clit and sucked. God, she tasted so good. And she felt amazing on his mouth. He loved licking her. He could do this all damn day. But by the feel of her, he didn't think he'd get to. He felt attuned to her, locked in on her signals. And all the signals were screaming that she wasn't far from her peak.

  "Yes, baby," she moaned. "Taste me."

  He slowed down, pulled away slightly, though every instinct was telling him to bury his face between her folds. But he wasn't going to let her climax. Not yet. He wanted her to remember the first time he made her come.

  So he slowed down. He spread her gently and trailed his tongue over her sensitive nub. But instead of devouring her as he had before, this time his touch was light, teasing. He circled her with his tongue in slow, languorous laps.

  But it only seemed to drive her higher.

  "Yes, baby. Yes." She panted. But her voice was pitched higher now, and her words faster. She was close. He could feel it.

  She wound her fingers in his hair and pulled him closer. He obliged, taking her clit between his lips and sucking hard.

  He felt the spasms rock through her and held on. She was crying out, pulling his hair, pulling him closer and riding his mouth as the wave spread. He licked and sucked, savoring the feel and taste of her pleasure against his lips. He didn't stop until her fingers loosed and the sound of her cries grew quieter.

  When he finally lifted his face to look at hers, he felt a flush of pride and satisfaction. Her eyes were closed and her chest was heaving, those big, beautiful breasts rising and falling as she came back down to earth.

  But he wasn't done with her yet. Not even close.

  He wiped his face and took off his pants. Then he leaned in and kissed her deep and full on the mouth. She groaned and the vibration of it echoed all the way down his body. He couldn't wait any longer. He had to have her, had to feel himself inside her.

  "I want you, Laila," he said. "I've wanted you since the first moment I saw you."

  "I want you too," she said, arching herself against him. It was all the encouragement he needed.

  He spread her again and pressed his cock between her legs. She was warm and wet and ready for him. She let out a soft cry as he entered her and wrapped her legs around his waist.

  "Fucking hell, Laila," he said. "You feel so damn good."

  He had to hold her, had to feel all of her in his arms. He slid his hands under her exquisitely round ass and lifted her off the couch, their bodies still joined intimately to one another. Then he stood, holding her tight to him as she circled her arms around his neck.

  The pressure of her against him like that? Fuck. He wasn't going to last long.

  He walked with her in his arms, each step sending her tits bouncing against his chest, each step driving him deeper inside her.

  He reached a wall and pressed her against it. Keeping one hand steadily under her, he raised her hands above her head and pinned them there. The position forced her to stretch taller, and brought her breasts closer to his face. He dipped his head to pull a nipple into his mouth, and sucked it while he buried himself inside her slow and smooth and deep.

  The cadence of her breath rose with his. He'd never felt more connected to a person. Their rhythm was perfectly in sync. They were aware of each other, responsive to the other without words. She moved against him as he sank himself deeper and deeper. He could feel her open and flex around his cock, could feel himself strain inside her. The sensation of it was incredible. More than once, he felt himself on the edge of his peak.

  When she began to gyrate her hips, he knew there wasn't much time left for either of them. He savored the moment: the nearly intolerable sensation, the sweet anticipation of fulfillment, the warmth and silk of her skin against his.

  He held on to it--impossibly, unbearably--until he could hear her quicken again, could feel the heat rising off her skin. Then he felt her tighten and pulse around his cock--coming for him a second time even harder than she had the first. He let go too, pulling her from the wall and clutching her close as he claimed his own satisfaction inside her.

  The feeling was like no other he'd ever had. The intensity of his physical pleasure mingled with the emotions stirring inside him until the two overflowed and intertwined, impossible to separate one from the other. Pleasure was one thing. Pleasure with someone you loved was exponentially different--better and deeper and more true.

  And now that he'd experienced it, he knew something more certainly than he'd ever known anything before: He'd found his mate. And he would never, ever let her go.

  Chapter Eight

  Laila

  Laila woke in Elliott's bedroom, morning light filtering through the soft white curtains and warming her to wakefulness. His arms were still wrapped around her as he slept, his hot breath against her back.

  Images of her dream still lingered. She'd always been a vivid dreamer, and after her night with Elliott, her dreams were particularly clear. She replayed it in her mind, trying to understand. She and Elliott had been in the backyard of a large house. And they weren't alone. They were chasing a slew of children, running and playing in the sunshine. She could still hear their laughter, could still s
ee Elliott's strong arms lifting them toward the sky.

  And then ... then the little children had turned into bears. It was what always happened when she dreamed about having children. Usually, the bears were snarling and angry. But these little cubs were soft and sweet and wide-eyed. Was such a thing possible? Laila had never thought so before, and the idea was as surprising as it was unsettling.

  It was silly, of course, to be thinking this way--and far, far too early--but she couldn't help herself. Something about this man made her buried dreams for marriage and family surface in a way they hadn't in a very, very long time. Nearly fifteen years now. She'd been certain for so long that children would never be in her future. Especially not with a bear shifter. So why did one night with Elliott have her nightmares morphing into pleasant dreams?

  Laila couldn't believe how amazing last night had been. Maybe it was just that it had been a while, but the sex was the best she'd ever had. It was like their bodies were made to fit together. But there was something more too. Something deeper tugging at her heart.

  Could she really be feeling this way about someone like Elliott? Yes, he'd been incredible the last few days. And yes, last night was like no other. But over the past few days, she'd also learned all about his reputation with women. He was a one-night-stand-only sort of guy. Knowing there were no strings attached was part of what had given her the courage to come on to him last night. Only now, in the light of day, she found she wanted there to be strings. She wanted them very, very much.

  Don't be an idiot.

  Elliott was handsome and successful. Every girl he'd slept with had probably been thinking the same dopey thoughts. Besides, was that what she really wanted anyway? She had her career, didn't she? It was enough. It would have to be.

  She steeled herself against the idea that there could be anything more than a single night with him. She was an adult, and she had done what she'd done last night knowing the consequences. Hell, she'd started it. She had to accept what came next. But she found, as she built the walls around her heart again brick by brick, that she didn't want to build them. She wanted to throw her bricks away for good.

  Laila felt a stirring behind her and soon Elliott's lips were against her neck.

  "Morning, beautiful," he murmured.

  "Morning," she said.

  He repositioned himself until she was laying on her back and he was propped on his elbow beside her. He reached out and cupped her face.

  "Damn, you're gorgeous," he said.

  She smirked. "You're not so bad yourself." She could feel the heat stir between her legs at the sight of him. His broad, muscular chest tapered to a tight vee near his hips, the rest unfortunately obscured by blankets.

  He leaned in and kissed her, dropping a strong hand to knead her breast. God, if he started something this morning, she wasn't sure she could take it. She wasn't sure she wouldn't lose herself in him completely.

  He pressed closer, and she could feel his erection against her thigh. Damn, that was hot. She felt an immediate instinct to sink to her knees and return the attention he'd given her last night. But before she could follow her desire, there was a too-bright chime resonating through the air.

  The doorbell.

  Shit.

  "Are you expecting someone?" she asked.

  "No," he said, getting up. "It's probably a salesman or something." She caught the briefest glimpse of his tight, brawny ass before he was tugging on sweat pants and heading toward the door. "Stay here. I'll be right back."

  She heard him pad through the house, heard the sound of the door opening. Then she heard a woman's laughter. The sound of it was unfamiliar. She ran through all the possibilities in her mind: Kay, Selena, her camera operator Mandy. None of them matched.

  Laila threw on Elliott's bathrobe and went out to see what was going on.

  Standing at the door was one of the most beautiful women she'd ever seen. She was tall and blond, her skin so pale it could have been made of winter snow. Her frame was strong but very thin. And, to Laila's horror, she was trailing a hand down Elliott's chest.

  She heard him whisper something urgently. "You have to go, Zara. Now."

  "Oh, come on," she pouted. "After I came all this way to surprise you?"

  Then Zara spotted Laila hovering in the doorway and her face faltered. "Oh! Oh, El, I'm sorry. I didn't realize you had company."

  Elliott's head snapped back to look at Laila, and his expression was so pained Laila almost felt sorry for him. Almost. The feeling didn't last long.

  Zara glanced down at Elliott's crotch where his erection was still tenting his sweat pants. "Someone's been a busy little bear this morning," she said. Laila was mortified.

  Elliott turned away from them both and adjusted himself, then turned back. "Laila, this is Zara, an old friend. She was just leaving."

  "Don't be silly, El. I already sent my car away. I'm stuck here for a few hours at least."

  Then Zara strode toward Laila, a bright smile on her face. It was then that Laila caught the strong whiff of bear on her. Perfect. She was a shifter too. "I'm Zara, Elliott's friend from LA." Only the way she said "friend," glancing back at Elliott with raised eyebrows, confirmed all of Laila's suspicions. "Do you live around here?"

  "No," Laila said.

  "Laila's with the film I'm working on," Elliott said.

  With? The introduction irked her. She wasn't "with" the film. She was the director.

  "Oh, I'm sorry," Zara laughed to Laila. Then she leaned in as though they'd been friends for years. "How'd you get saddled with that? Word around town is that it's a piece of shit. But I suppose we all have to work, don't we?"

  "Word around town is wrong," Elliott boomed. "It's the best thing I've seen in years."

  "Really?" Zara trilled. "How surprising. The last time we talked you had a very different opinion."

  "My opinion has changed," Elliott said. At that moment, his cell rang. Elliott grabbed it from a side table. "Sorry, it's the studio. I have to take this." Then he turned to Laila with a stern, commanding voice. "Don't leave."

  He hustled out of the room and shut himself inside the home's office, leaving the two of them alone together.

  When he was gone, Laila turned to Zara. "So, how long have the two of you been friends?" she asked.

  "I'm really sorry about this," Zara said. "I had no idea he was with someone. We usually try to plan things more ... carefully."

  "I see," Laila said. She could feel the anger burning a hole in her chest. And something else too. Jealousy. Her green-eyed monster was having a fit.

  "I was actually really worried about him. The last time we talked he just sounded so lonely. That's why I decided to surprise him."

  "So you see each other often, then?"

  "Can you blame me? You spent the night with him. But we're not exclusive or anything."

  Laila couldn't stand to look at her one more moment. This woman, this stunning blond nightmare, had made all of Laila's warm feelings from the morning disappear. Of course Elliott had a fuck buddy. Of course he was exactly the kind of person to have one. What did she expect? She felt like a dumb starlet who just stepped off the bus in Hollywood.

  "You'll excuse me," Laila said, wrapping her robe tighter and stepping toward the hall.

  "Oh, honey. Don't go. Not because of me. I really didn't mean to offend you. I'm sure he had a great time last night." Zara's vice got quiet, almost sympathetic. "It's just, I mean, you know how he is, right?"

  "Yes. Yes I do."

  Laila went straight back into the bedroom, dressed, and left without saying a word to Elliott.

  Chapter Nine

  Elliott

  "What the hell were you thinking?" Elliott roared at Zara as he hastily pulled on a hoodie and shoved his feet into his sneakers.

  God, he was such an idiot. He should have told Laila all about Zara. And he should have called Zara and told her to back off days ago. But the truth was, Zara hadn't even entered his mind once. When he met Laila,
it was like her very existence was erased from his memory.

  "Oh, El, don't be mad. How was I supposed to know you had a girl here?" Zara said. "We need to come up with a system. A sock on the doorknob or something?"

  "We don't need system," Elliott said. "Because I'm done."

  "Jesus. Someone's in a mood this morning. When's the last time you went for a run?"

  Elliott would have loved nothing more than to take a nice, long run this morning--after bedding his mate again, of course. But thanks to Zara, that hadn't happened.

  "I'm serious, Zara," he said. "You have to go. I ordered you a car. They should be here in twenty minutes. I want you gone by the time I get back."

  Zara huffed and rolled her eyes. "Fine. Have your little tantrum. And call me when you cool off."

  "No, Zara. I'm done messing around."

  "I've heard that one before."

  "This time it's different. Laila is for real. You and I are finished."

  "Like I said," Zara drawled, grabbing her phone and texting away while she settled in on the couch. "Call me when you cool off."

  #

  Elliott drove straight to Laila and Kay's rental home, but neither of them were there. Then he drove to the set to see if she was working on a Saturday. The production trailer and camera trucks were all empty. He was just about to set up camp at her front door when he spotted her through the window of a coffee shop. She was sitting across from Kay, her face in her hands.

  Was she crying? The idea sent a pang through his chest. He couldn't stand the thought that he was responsible for making her cry. He parked his car and jogged inside, not caring one bit that he looked like a mess. He was still in his sweatpants. He hadn't brushed his hair before leaving or even taken the time to put on a shirt underneath his hoodie. He didn't care what anyone thought of him. All he cared about was talking to Laila and making her understand.

  Bells jingled above the door when he walked inside. It was a small place, just a few tables, and his presence was immediately noticed by everyone inside. He walked directly over to Laila, noting Kay's firm scowl in his direction.