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“Good, we won’t have to hide you from bounty hunters then.” I sat up, slid my legs out from under the black comforter, and stood up.
I stretched, needing to ease the ache of muscles well-used, but also knowing he’d watch every second of it. I bet over at the waist, picked up my clothes, and carried them to my private bathroom. “You staying in bed, or do you want a shower?”
He eyed me, his hand sliding down his abdomen, beneath the covers. His eyes went dark, and I knew he wanted me again. “I’d like some answers, actually.”
His eyes told me those answers could wait.
“Which do you want most, right now? Me or those answers?” I just wanted a small token of a reassurance, as needy as that might seem. The man was my mate, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t fight it. If he wanted to, that is.
His answer was to sit up in the bed, which reminded me of the IV in his arm. I went to him and looked him over. I was worried he’d already been exposed to my bear too much. His wounds were healing quickly, far too quickly for a human and he seemed to feel little pain. I looked into his eyes as I examined him and saw a faint glimmer of a flame there.
Fuck. I’d exposed him already. Looking down at his body I knew a man as healthy as him would absorb it quickly, would even be eager for it. The fire there in his eyes told me he would have a use for it too, once he realized what he was now. It must have transferred from my saliva.
I removed his IV, put pressure on the site, and in seconds it stopped bleeding. Yeah, he was going to realize he was different quickly. The site was healing already. I looked at him again and knew I had guilt written all over my face. I looked away before he could notice and stood up.
Tavin stood up, his face above mine. I was tall for a woman, but then I was a bear. It was rare that I had to look up at a man. The fact that I had to so that I could look into Tavin’s eyes made me smile.
His fingers came up, tracing the lines of my mouth.
“Open.” He demanded, and I grinned, my eyes challenging him. His fingers gripped my jaw and tilted my face. His lips were just at the edge of mine, teasing me, making me want his kiss. “Open.”
I opened, my lips parted in eager expectation.
Our tongues mingled, and my hands came up to steady the sway that was a product of my knees going weak. He kissed me until I was breathless and then he pulled away. He kept a grip on my hand and lead me into the bathroom I’d headed for earlier.
He adjusted the water in the black-tiled shower stall with a seat, before he pulled me in with him. His right hand found soap and we began to wash each other, our hands exploring slowly. I washed his wounds gingerly, amazed at just how well he was healing. Our first explorations were efforts to clean. He apparently decided I was clean enough when I found his already hard cock and washed it to a pulsing length. I wanted to sink to my knees, but he had other ideas.
He sank down to the seat I used to shave my legs and pulled me to him. He looked at me with admiring eyes, his fingers tracing the path his eyes took. Over taut nipples, my flat stomach, and down, to my silky-smooth mound, his fingers traced heat down my skin. When his fingers slid into my wet flesh, his lips captured my right breast to bite gently at my tight nipple.
I gasped as I felt that bite all the way down to the place where his fingers had found a new playground. I let my head fall back and water coursed down my face, down my body, the heat nothing compared to what he was causing with his touch.
I rode his fingers, two gently teasing my clit as his mouth tormented my nipples and could only gasp out moans of encouragement. I stole a look at him, his beautiful face, and wanted to know what his mouth felt like on me.
Fuck he has beautiful lips.
As if he’d read my thoughts he pulled at my left thigh and placed my foot as his side. The move pulled my center close to his face and he darted forward to swipe a long path from my entrance, all the way up to the throbbing bundle of nerves at the top. “Tavin.”
I felt my fingers clench into his shoulders but couldn’t stop it. I was too caught up in the way his lips wrapped around my clit and sucked.
I’m going to die of pleasure, I know it. He’s going to kill me with it. Fuck, how does he do that?
My back arched, and I had to hold onto the handle in the shower to keep from falling over as his fingers slid inside of me.
He growled, a sound that vibrated throughout my center, as he pulled me more tightly to his face. Yep, I’m going to die.
Tavin leaned back, pulling me to his lap.
“I couldn’t live another moment without knowing what you taste like. I’ll finish that later. Right now, I need to fuck you, Sabina. I need my cock inside of you, or I will die. I don’t know why, I just know I will.”
I shifted on him, my legs opening to him. I waited for him, but he didn’t make me wait long this time. With a quick jerk he pulled my hips down while he thrust up. It was quick, brutal, but so fucking good.
“Fuck!” He ground out against my collarbone as he sucked water from my skin. “Now I’m home.”
I moved on him, pulling up only to sink right back down, and Tavin groaned in encouragement. “Don’t stop, baby. Fuck me just like that.”
I gave him a smile of satisfied possession. He was mine. I would ask him more about his prison time later, right now, I just wanted to ride his cock.
I rode him slowly at first, my breasts swaying gently in front of him. His right hand cupped a breast as squeezed it softly, sending a jolt down my abdomen. I lifted myself over and over again, pulled up then slid down with a slick sound that was more than just the water from the shower. I could feel the way my body gripped at him, as if it didn’t want to let him go but opened gladly as he split me open with each powerful thrust of slim hips.
I ground myself down onto him, my hands clasped at the back of his neck. I lost myself in concentrating, on finding just the right angle to grind my clit into him as he filled me in just the right way. I found that angle and moaned in appreciation. His fingers moved to my ass and dug in to guide me in a faster rhythm, a harder rhythm that took my breath away.
“Fuck.” I cried out when something deep inside of me pulsed and spasmed.
“That’s it, Sabina. Show me what you got, baby.” Tavin leaned away from me to watch as the pulse blossomed into a full-on clench that had me gasping.
I worked myself down on him, as my body became a wave of pleasure that shot up from between my thighs, through my abdomen and up to tighten my nipples even harder, and finally into my brain. If I could think I’d have wondered if light was shooting out of my head in beams, but I couldn’t think. I could only feel.
I couldn’t cry out anymore, I couldn’t sigh appreciatively, I could only hang on as my jaw fell open and my body did whatever the fuck it wanted to. Tavin kept driving into me, deep and hard, but I couldn’t move, not as a new wave started, just the same, on the hells of the last orgasm to steal my breath again. I really might die from it.
Then Tavin started to speak to me, and somehow the words set me off again.
“My ex set me up. She wanted to be the drug dealer’s lady. They sent me to prison for a theft I didn’t commit. It was all worth it for your pussy, Sabina, to watch you face as you come all over my dick, baby. Fuck, I can watch that for the rest of my life.”
I found the strength to open my eyes, to look at him, as I exploded once again. He followed me this time, a fourth round of my pussy swallowing him too much to resist. His face turned to stone as I felt the first shot of his orgasm inside of me. He gave a soft grunt of satisfaction, and his hips stopped moving as he lost the ability to keep his eyes open. A low, soft moan escaped him as he fell back.
I looked down at him, the world finally coming back to me. I watched him as he shook beneath me, knowing he was feeling exactly what I’d just felt. A final groan made my body pulse around him one last time.
He was mine. I was his. I sank into his arms, hot water still splashing my back. We were both trying to catch our breath and just too
lost in each other to say anything yet.
Within seconds he was hard again, and I looked up in surprise. He stared at me for a moment and then he stood, our bodies still joined. Gently he set us down on the bed, his body over mine, encapsulated by mine. I wondered if this hunger would ever end, if he’d hate me when he found out what I’d done to him.
“Mine.” He growled as he thrust into me sharply, and I wasn’t sure if he was trying to convince me, himself, or the world. I let him take what he wanted and held him in my arms. I have a mate, and he was all I’d wanted. Handsome, hard, and hot. I also knew next to nothing about him, but that didn’t matter, I’d die without him. It might take months, or even years, but I would die without him. I’d have to explain all of this to him, I thought as he rocked over me, his pace uneven. He was lost in something I wasn’t a part of yet, but I would be, I knew that as well as I knew my own name.
All I could do was hang onto him until he was ready to tell me about his life. With a final thrust and a groan that sounded like it was wrenched out of his very soul he emptied himself into me. I wiped a tear from my eye, a tear for him. This man had demons far darker than mine. I’d lost my parents at a young age, but other than that, I’ve not had a hard life.
I’d had the support of my clan, I’ve had my brothers. I’ve seen, over the years, the pain the human world can cause. We bears lived a peaceful life. Sometimes nature took one of us, sometimes there were arguments, but it was only the human world that brought us pain. It dawned on me then, why exactly Quinn and Travis didn’t want me to leave.
Cubs didn’t die in the bear world, our children lived, thrived in our world. If they ventured outside of the safety of our region that’s when suffering came. When humans entered our world, they sometimes brought their hurt with them. Especially if one of our clan came to love the human and the human couldn’t resist the pull of their own world. Tavin would be different, I knew he would because he was mate. He felt that already, the attraction we had would grow, and I could already tell by the way he took solace in my body that he would come to adore me as much as Trudi was adored by my brothers.
He wouldn’t leave me, he would be mine. I know it. Just because my fingers clenched into the sheets and another tear slid from my hard blue eyes doesn’t me I doubt that. It doesn’t mean that at all. I stroked his back as he fought for his breath, this stranger that had suddenly become my whole world. He was mine, that’s all there was to it.
6
Tavin
I stood in the bar downstairs from Sabina’s apartment, a bar just like any other biker bar I’d been to in my life, except for the stage maybe. Sabina was up there now with a cute little dark-haired woman that she obviously had feelings for. She didn’t touch the woman like she touched me though, and her eyes were only for me.
I can’t say watching her with the other woman wasn’t hot, because it fucking was, but my eyes were only for the amazing stranger that had saved my life. I kind of suspect she’d done far more than that. She’d given me a new life, if I chose to take it. I looked around the bar, full of bear regalia, and saw the patches on the leather jackets and vest the crowd wore. Men and women all had some kind of bear insignia on, whether it was a tattoo or a patch, they all wore something on them.
A very close gang then. I sipped at the beer Quinn, Sabina’s brother had given me. He was a male copy of his sister, and I knew both could be deadly if pushed. I had, somehow, found a new family. Sabina vouched for me, that was all the clan needed to know. I was ignored for the most part, but every now and then someone would walk by and say hi.
I wasn’t interested in most of it, I had only for the women on the stage. The blue-eyed one in particular. She moved like a dancer, sensually, with ease, in ways that were amazing and seductive. The people that could pry their eyes from the stage still seemed to be intoxicated by the scene on the stage though. Every single one danced that wasn’t watching, and some were doing both.
They were both beautiful, they were both sensual, but only Sabina was mine. I watched the way her hands smoothed down the other woman’s sides. Trudi, that was her name, I thought as I slugged back more beer. Trudi and Sabina.
I put the beer down without looking and was surprised to feel a new one filling it. I couldn’t take my eyes from Sabina though. The woman really had bewitched me.
I had no idea what I was going to do next, where I was going to go, or what my life would be, but I knew she had to be a part of it. Somehow.
My brain screamed that Annamaria and her husband needed to pay for what they’d done to me. I even had a plan forming back there in the back somewhere. Behind the ideas of how to make Sabina make that panting little sigh of a groan she made just before she came. Yesterday, I’d been in prison, left, gone home, and been chased out of town.
My bike had been found by somebody and was already getting a new paint job, from what I understood. My thoughts turned as Sabina jumped from the stage. She slithered her way to me and half the bar turned to watch her while the other half watched Trudi doing the same as she headed to Travis and Quinn.
“Wanna dance, baby?” She asked me with a grin, her body brushing against mine as she moved with the pounding sound of the music, a song about a rather independent girl, from the sounds of it. I saw her mouth the words and then she rolled her eyes with a laugh.
“You are a cool girl, Sabina.” I moved with her out to the floor and we danced. Her body moved much more sensually than mine, but one quick glance up showed everyone in the bar was watching us as we danced. I was willing to bet most of that was still for Sabina, but I saw more than one pair of female eyes raking over me.
I had on a pair of Quinn’s black jeans, a little too tight on me but Sabina had loved them, and black t-shirt from Travis. The combination seemed to be pleasing to the ladies that looked my way. Still, my body now belonged to Sabina. I don’t know how else to say it. The moment I’d opened my eyes in her bed and saw her sweet face so close to mine my brain had been blaring the word mine followed quickly by hers.
I didn’t mind being owned by her. It wasn’t like the way I’d felt about Annamaria. That was like comparing dried garlic powder and the real thing, still wrapped in its skin and attached to the clove. This was real, it was raw, and overpowering but if you loved garlic, then it was just right. I don’t know about love, I’ve known the woman less than a day, but I was all hers.
The song ended, and she pulled me to the bar. I picked up the beer I’d abandoned and thanked Travis for it.
“No problem, man. How’s those wounds?” He was wiping glasses down and placing them on the bar to put away. His woman was with her other man, in a corner, dancing a private dance from the looks of it.
“Great. Like it never happened.” And I wasn’t about to admit how much that freaked me out to the man across from me. Something in his gaze told me he knew something I didn’t, but he’d never tell me what that something was.
“Good, Sabina, why don’t you show him around a little? He’s been here all day but hasn’t seen anything. His bike’s being painted out by the barn.” Travis looked at Sabina in a way that made her bristle.
“Yeah, sure. Fine.” She turned around, her long dark hair fanning out behind her as she turned on her heel.
“This should be good.” I heard Travis mutter, but knew I shouldn’t have been able to hear that. What the fuck is happening to me?
I followed Sabina, beer in hand, and we went outside. She handed me my jacket and I saw it had been gently cared for, but there were still scuffs in it. I’d treasure those scuffs knowing what they meant. And the patch in the shoulder where the bullet went in. Bear patches. I looked at Sabina and she smiled.
“Come on. You’re one of us now and as Travis is trying to hint, I need to explain a few things to you.”
“Um, okay?” It was a question, but she didn’t answer, not until we were outside and past the barn.
I’d seen my bike, freshly painted and beautiful, but hadn’t paused. Somethi
ng was about to be revealed, and I wanted to know what.
I might be in shock, I pondered as I stared at a bear that had appeared where Sabina had been standing. A bear. Hmm. Yeah.
A fucking bear!
It sat back on its haunches and motioned me closer with a large paw. A fucking beat just waved me over. Right. The word stretched out in my thoughts as I tried to decide if maybe I’d died last night.
I’d been shot, dropped my bike, and skidded straight into heaven it would seem. How else do you explain the beguiling temptress that had fucked my cares away, and my injuries it would seem. Now this. A bear. It stood on its back legs, front paws on its hips like I’ve seen countless woman do countless times and roared at me.
It was definitely female.
I wish someone had told me heaven had bars, and bikes, babes, and bears. Oh, and the beer too. I swigged at the best beer I’ve ever tasted and tilted my head at the bear. Or maybe I’d been shanked in prison and I’d never made it out alive? I mean, it was possible, and getting to see Annamaria so fucking miserable and afraid of my return had done wonders for my ego. I’m a man, what can I say, I loved her comeuppance, but this bear thing was a little freaky.
Insanity possibly? Maybe I was in solitaire, and I’d gone totally bonkers. Bear-shit crazy? Hmm, where had Sabina gone? Maybe she was my path back to sanity.
“Sabina? Where’d you go? There’s a bear out here, honey. Oh, and I think I’ve lost my marbles, can you help me find them? Maybe we can find hunt the hot dog while we’re out here? I don’t know, but please come out. I’m starting to get a little freaked out here.”
I looked around, but all I saw was the bear. She came closer, and I stepped back. She gave a huff and shook her head as if to say ‘stand still’. I did, because it’s a fucking bear!
She came closer and the moonlight bounced off of her eyes. That’s when the world tilted at a crazy angle and I literally fell over. Not the euphemistic kind of falling over, oh no, for real, on my ass, falling over.