Roland, page 1
part #2 of Werebear Mountain Series
WEREBEAR MOUNTAIN
ROLAND
By
A.B. LEE
And
M. L BRIERS
Copyright © 2017, A B LEE & M L Briers
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Note from the Author;
All names, places, and incidents contained herein are purely fictional and have no basis in actual events or linked to actual Humans, Witches, Vampires, Werewolves, Lycans, Werebears or persons living, dead or undead.
Copyright © 2017, Cover Design by; Rebecca Pau at The Final Wrap.
Table of Contents
WEREBEAR MOUNTAIN
ROLAND
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
CHAPTER ONE
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“Tank?”
Dane had almost choked on his beer when he’d heard the name, but he’d managed to swallow it down with a good portion of his tongue in order to question his mate’s sanity. He knew Tank by reputation, might have even run into the guy once, and he was not someone that he wanted his mate sharing space with.
“Ah, crap,” Roland muttered to himself as he winced at the thought of going head-to-head with a psycho bear, and pushed up from the log that he’d been perched on.
Up until that moment, he’d been enjoying the meal at the fire pit. He shoved his hands in the front pockets of his jeans and stared at the flames as his mind explored all avenues of just how badly things could go.
“You know what that guy is, right?” Dane demanded, as he cocked his head to one side and looked at his mate as if she’d just announced she was leaving him and joining another clan.
“I’ve seen his rap sheet – Bute was uncharacteristically kind enough to send it over via email.”
Rayner was convinced that her boss had only done that to rub salt in the wounds of her agreeing to go after the meanest SOB on his books – Bute’s idea of payback – the man could be so damn childish sometimes.
“Does it say in there what his species is?” Dane asked with a whole big dollop of acidity to his tone, and Rayner took to nibbling the inside of her cheek. She cursed Bute.
“Not in so many words…” She shrugged, cursing Bute again. If Dane was asking, then there was a good chance the answer wasn’t going to be human. Shocker.
“How many words?”
“None.” She admitted with another shrug and an innocence about her that just didn’t wash with her mate.
“Shifter … bear shifter,” Dane informed her, looking both slightly deranged and slightly miffed at the same time and boy, could he pull that look off.
“He’s a mean one, Rayner,” Roland said, eyeing Bowie, who still refused to look any one of them in the eye since he’d bitten Rayner, but the man sure was fidgety, and he was scowling as he stared at the ground. Roland turned his attention back to his new sister.
“And I have … Bowie,” Rayner said, lifting her hand and motioning to the man as if she was introducing him to new friends.
“Whoopty-doopty,” Roland growled.
“It’s not happening…” Dane said with a shake of his head.
“Oh, it’s happening,” Rayner shot back.
She dug her heels in as she assumed the position that was becoming familiar to her mate – hands on her hips, legs braced, craning her head forward, and eyeing Dane with just the right amount of annoyance so as not to throw up a challenge to his bear but still getting her point across anyway.
“Who’s the alpha?” Dane reminded her.
“Let’s not be so rash to play the alpha card when there’s a lumpy sofa for you to sleep on,” Rayner offered back, and Dane noted and ignored the fact that both of his brothers chuckled.
“Forget it, Rayner.” Dane pushed up to his full height and eyed her right back.
Dane wasn’t going to be swayed by blackmail, especially when her body couldn’t back it up. They were hot for each other every chance they got – sofa? Ha! If he was on the sofa, then she’d be right there with him, and they definitely wouldn’t be sleeping.
He didn’t hold off looking at her as if he was about to challenge her bear, but then, she’d noticed that when her mate was in that kind of a mood, his alpha bear always shone through.
“I gave my word…”
“Don’t care,” Dane said with another shake if his head.
“About honor?”
“About your protests…”
“Dane…” she started, unsure where she was going with her protest, but now that he’d mentioned it.
“No.” Dane turned on his heels and started away from the group.
There was no way in hell that he was going to let his mate get anywhere near some screwed up, mean-ass, bear shifter. Hell, the last time that he’d let that happen, Bowie had bitten her, and that wasn’t going to happen again on his watch.
No damn way.
She was his mate. His to protect.
Like it or not, and he knew that by her very nature she wouldn’t, he wasn’t going to let her go chase down a bat-shit crazy bear.
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“You are being unreasonable,” Rayner said as she slammed the cabin door behind her and stormed across the room. Then she assumed the position once more, just a different one, folding her arms just under her breasts and pushing them up to distract him.
It worked. The hungry rumble that went through Dane’s chest told her that her mate was well and truly interested in her.
She didn’t need to see the giveaway signs of his eyes darkening, or the drool that was practically running down his chin, or the bulge in his jeans where his length was hardening to know that much.
“That’s not going to work on me, Rayner.” Dane couldn’t help but growl anyway.
Who was he kidding? Of course, it was going to work on him.
Every time that his mate so much as flashed a smile in his direction his cock hardened and he was ready for more of her. That was the nature of man and beast. She was irresistible.
His Goddess.
His temptress.
His everything.
“What’s not?” Rayner played innocent. That didn’t work either, Dane already knew her too well for that.
He stalked towards her like a predator on the hunt. Rayner felt every inch of her body come to life, and all that she was doing was just watching him walk across a damn room.
She liked the fact that his shirt was tailored to his body because then she got to see those muscles moving beneath the thin material. She’d like it a hell of a lot better if he took his shirt off.
Dane must have read her mind, he reached up and yanked his shirt over his head, tossing it away from that hard, muscled body, and her eyes feasted on him. Yes, there was a rumble in her chest, a hunger for him that she couldn’t have buried even if she wanted to.
She didn’t want to.
If Dane had meant to close the distance between them any faster, then he could have. Those long legs of his would have eaten up that relatively short space in no time at all.
He might have been hungry for her — but, he was also teasing, playful. He was as sexy as hell when he got playful. His hand went to the button on his jeans, and he flicked it open.
Rayner dropped her hands to her sides, tilted her head to one side, and regarded her mate like the predator that sat inside of her. When her hand went to the button on her jeans — he stopped.
Dane’s eyes narrowed as he watched her. She took a long moment before clicking the button open, then she slowly pulled down the zip, and she pushed her hand into the opening and ran two fingers over her panties along her sex.
“As your mate — that’s my job,” Dane growled.
Rayner slowly pulled back her lips into a wicked smile, and he growled some more. There was mischief, hunger, need within her eyes, and it mirrored his own.
“But, honey — you’re so slow that I…”
She got no further. Dane rushed toward her, and a moment later she was wrapped around his body like a vine. Her back slammed against the wall of the cabin, and she matched his hungry kisses as they devoured each other like long lost lovers.
On a hearty growl, Dane reached around and unhooked her legs from around his hips, placing her feet on the floor, and not giving her time to protest as he started to strip her naked. His lips replaced her bra. He nipped with blunt teeth at her hard nipples, first one, then the other, as if he was unsure which one he liked better.
Rayner yanked his jeans down over his hips to his meaty, muscled thighs, lifted her leg, hooked her foot in the back of the material, and wrenched it down around
CHAPTER TWO
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Dane growled like a man possessed as he slapped his hands against her backside, palmed the curvy cheeks, and lifted her back up against the wall. The scent of her arousal made him hungry to taste her — but with her legs wrapped around his hips, and her sex pressed against his cock — not to mention the way that she was wiggling to try and claim the hard length for herself — he had the need to bury his cock to the hilt.
“Don’t make me wait,” Rayner growled against his lips, and he needed no more encouragement than that.
Dane grunted as he thrust his cock deep inside of his mate. The soft, satin walls of her sex clamped around his hard length, and he groaned in pleasure — made even better by the hard sting of her fingernails that clawed against his back.
“Don’t make me repeat myself — don’t make me wait,” Rayner growled against his ear before her blunt teeth bit down on the soft lobe.
“You’re so damn wild — I can’t get enough of you,” Dane growled.
His large hand palmed the back of her head, and he fisted her hair as he yanked her head back, then he ran his flat tongue up her neck, and he nipped against her chin and caused her hips to go wild against his, upping the tempo, and demanding more from him.
Dane was more than to happy to oblige. He liked long, slow sex as much as the next man — but when she was insatiable like this — he couldn’t stop his wild side from letting go.
His hips pounded against hers, skin against skin, with a sound that mirrored their heartbeats. Her inner walls were tightening around his cock, making him work harder, making him grunt with every deep thrust. It wasn’t going to be long until she came undone around him.
Rayner clawed up his back and made him hungrier still. He dipped his head, took her scent, and nipped hard against her skin with his blunt teeth, and that was all she needed.
Dane felt the suckling of her inner muscles around his cock, begging for his seed, and again, he obliged. He buried his cock to the hilt, over and over, and gave her everything that he had.
He was hers, and she was his — his to love, his to honor, his to protect until his dying day.
There was no damn way in hell that he was going to let her anywhere near Tank.
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“So, you’re letting her go after this Tank guy?” Roland didn’t like the sound of it. If it was his mate, there was no way that he’d take that kind of chance with her safety.
He shot a curious look at his brother and found Dane mulling that one over, and damn, but he looked as if he was chewing on a particularly mean wasp – something was up with that.
“I said so, didn’t I?” Dane growled at his brother’s insistence to talk about it. He didn’t want to talk about it. He’d didn’t to talk – period.
“Yeah, but…”
“Don’t you have something better to do than stand there flapping your damn lips at me?” Dane growled again – that time it was harder, deeper, and filled with a warning that Roland had learned not to ignore.
“Anything is better than spending time in your damn company,” Roland growled back, as he turned on his heels and stalked away from the bad mood bear shifter.
“One damn psycho brother and one that wants to get all touchy-feely with his…”
“Hey! I don’t do touchy-feely,” Roland shot back over his shoulder. “I just don’t see how you caved over something like this.”
“Caved?” Dane growled harder. “I did not cave – I compromised.”
“Compromised?” Roland turned back with a look of disbelief that met with amusement right there on his face to wind his brother up even further. “That’s girl talk for caved.”
“Your damn face will cave in a minute when my fist…”
“Stop - now!” Bowie growled a warning to his siblings.
“Who died and made you precious?” Roland growled.
“You’re riling up Rayner’s bear,” he warned them, nodding his head toward Rayner as she stood at the door to the cabin that she shared with Dane.
Her body was locked up tight, her hands were fisted at her sides, and she fought the bear within her to keep it from bursting free. Dane moved fast, heading straight for his mate in an attempt to soothe her, talk her down, and keep the beast from breaking out.
“Hello!” That voice sounded too damn sweet and feminine to be on clan land, what with Bowie’s dislike of visitors and all.
Rayner’s head snapped in the direction that it came from and her eyes narrowed, and she scented the air. “Human …” Rayner growled long and hard.
“Let’s go, sweetheart.” Dane swept her up into his arms the moment that he got close enough to reach out for her.
He didn’t like the idea of a human female being on clan land, but he didn’t like the thought of Rayner losing her bear around her either. Rayner’s bear was still brand new, and he couldn’t trust it to do the right thing.
“Roland?” Dane called back over his shoulder as he carried his mate away.
“On it,” Roland assured him. “Bowie, get inside or leave – now.”
Bowie wished to hell that he could say he had this covered, but he could already feel his bear rising within him in annoyance that someone was on their land. With a grunt, he followed hard on Dane’s heels and left the trespasser to Roland. He couldn’t trust his bear as far as he could throw it, and there was no damn way that he trusted himself either.
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Maggie didn’t much like the idea of walking in unannounced. Her soon-to-be ex-landlord had given her Rayner’s new mailing address, not that she saw anywhere for the mail to be delivered, and she’d decided on a whim and a prayer to give it a shot.
There was a large sign that warned people to keep out or die like that filled her with a warm sense of fuzziness, and that was why she’d decided that calling out was the way to go. She didn’t like the options on that sign, and she’d feel a whole lot better if Rayner came to meet her.
Normally, she would have turned on her heels and walked the other way. She didn’t like trouble and didn’t want any. The only problem with that idea was that she needed to see Rayner.
It wasn’t as if Rayner and her were best friends, but Rayner was the closest thing that she had to a friend in the city. She was only a few days away from being evicted from her apartment, and she still hadn’t found anywhere to go that didn’t need a huge deposit.
She was kind of hoping that Rayner could point her in the right direction, or maybe, if she was lucky, then there might be a spare bed for her here. As she walked the muddy track cut through the land, she wasn’t exactly sure of what she was going to find on the other side of the trees, but she was determined to find out.
She needed this. She needed help, and she couldn’t think of anyone but her ex-neighbor to go to. That was as sorry a damn state of affairs as she wanted to admit.
Maggie felt a sense of foreboding. It wasn’t as if the place was exactly welcoming, but beggars couldn’t be choosers, and she was soon to be homeless.
She knew that Rayner was as tough as a woman could be. She’d half expected her to come home with some greasy haired biker guy, or something mean and moody that you wouldn’t want to meet down a dark alleyway, but Rayner just seemed to keep herself to herself and never dated.
It still felt to Maggie as if she was going to come out of the trees and into some kind of MC Narnia hangout with bikes, and bikers everywhere. That would be bad. She didn’t go in for the alpha male type, any type really, and yet, she was desperate enough to keep her feet moving forward on the track.
“Rayner,” she called again.
“Not here right now, and neither should you be,” Roland said as he appeared like a behemoth a good twenty feet ahead of her.
Maggie ground to a halt. The man was large, scary large, and it didn’t help that he was shrouded in semidarkness due to the canopy of the trees all around them. His shadowy bulk only made him feel like more of a threat to her.
