Bruins Peak Bears- Complete Series, page 134
part #1 of Bruins Peak Bears Series
June nodded. She felt nothing but his arms around her. His body breathed so full and soft and comfortable in her embrace. She could never tear her arms away from him. She had him in her grasp. She wouldn’t let him go for anything in the world.
He leaned forward and gave her a peck on the lips. He moved back to the same place where he looked her in the eyes, but the deed was done. He’d kissed her. They exchanged a very different look. Neither of them could talk about leaving, or letting go. They were mated for life.
He kissed her again. He tried to pull back, but her lips caught him. A little peck wouldn’t do. It would never do again. She hugged him closer, and their lips entangled in all their flaming passion. The tension holding them apart dissolved into nothing.
He crushed her neck in his powerful arm. His lips tore the breath out of her lungs. She met him in all her mounting excitement. This was it. She was kissing him at last.
She never knew she could feel this way about anyone. No man sparked her fire like this. She slipped her arms under his to hook her hands over his shoulders. She wrestled him closer. She mauled his mouth in greedy desire, and their tongues met.
His other arm snaked around her waist. He lifted her against him, and a squirrely thrill shivered down her body. It sparkled out the soles of her bare feet. Her legs glided one against the other under her dress.
Their tongues dipped and dove under and over and around each other. Sweet release set her whole body on fire. She couldn’t keep away from him. She had to seize him in all his foreign curiosity. She had to discover him and make him her own.
She licked his saliva inside his cheeks. His hand crept lower to her hip. Her skin yearned for him. She pressed her breasts into his chest. His jacket fell to the ground, but nobody noticed that.
Birds chattered all around them. The forest went on about its business with Ash and June twisted into a tight ball of their own. She existed only for him. Was this real? Did she really have him in her arms right now? Yes! Nothing could be more real than this man—this sturdy, steady man.
The forest smiled on them. The forest understood they belonged together. That eternal forest would never try to keep them apart. The forest brought them together stronger than anything.
If everything else fell apart, they could always run off to the forest. They could always take refuge in some den where two bears could sleep in comfort. The prey in the trees would feed them. They didn’t need all the rules connected with their people.
She stroked up and down his back. She sensed him under his shirt. His being spoke to her of skin and hot blood. His fists tightened in her clothes. Was he thinking the same thing?
He split his mouth away, and when he looked into her eyes, she understood exactly what he was thinking. He nodded down at her mouth, but the nagging questions, the thousand distractions—none of them anymore.
He jerked his head toward the cabin, but he didn’t have to ask the question. He set her on her feet and headed for the door. She followed him inside, and he closed the door on the world.
Chapter 12
June waited for Ash to lock the door. The room looked so different, now that she knew what was about to happen. The quilt on the bed, the wash basin by the door, even the sun cutting through the logs meant something altogether new.
She entered that cabin a free young girl. She would leave it a fully mature she-bear with a mate. Never again would she be Daddy’s little girl. She wouldn’t mother her brother and sister and father again. She had her own family to think about.
Ash strolled over to her in no particular hurry. Was he bidding farewell to childish things and saying hello to adulthood? He stopped in front of her, but he didn’t reach out. For one long moment, they gazed into each other’s eyes.
They didn’t have to rush anymore. They didn’t have to hide or wonder. The time had come. The unbridgeable gap between the past and the future stretched out before them. They would cross it together and never go back.
They both put out a hand at the same instant, and their fingers entwined. June smiled, and he nodded. He understood. Nothing remained to be misunderstood.
This moment fulfilled the oldest reality among their people. Male and female came together and bonded for life. Heart married heart. They completed each other. It all started here, in this primal union of one body with another.
He drew her closer, and she fell into him. His fingers laced through hers, and they both held on tight. Nothing bad could happen as long as they held onto each other. He pulled her against him, and their arms took hold once more.
He didn’t kiss her right away, not the way he kissed her outside. He kissed her on the forehead, and his breath warmed her all over. She leaned into him and rested her head on his chest. He hugged her in both arms and rocked her back and forth.
They could dance and sway like this forever. They didn’t have to do anything more. They were mated. They could do it anytime, and they would be just as mated. Nothing could stop that now.
June didn’t want to wait any longer, though. She waited this long, and now she knew. She wanted him, and she wouldn’t live another day of her life without him. This cabin was their own place. No one could stop them. No force on Earth could stop them.
He cupped her chin to raise her face to him. When his lips closed over her mouth this time, his intoxicating heat filled her all over. Her flesh burst into flame, and sticky wetness sizzled between her legs.
His arms smashed her against him, and his lips demanded her now. She eased up against him, and his energy seeped into her quivering body. He wanted her, too. He swept her across the floor and sat her down on the quilt.
He dropped on his knees between her feet, but he never let go of her mouth. He nibbled her lips and left her breathless. She didn’t know what to do with herself. Her sensitive crotch rubbed the quilt in niggling desire. Any touch sent her over the edge.
He shoved his body between her legs, but her dress got in the way. He caressed up her calves to push the thin cotton over her knees. That tiny exposure exploded through her in wild torrents of steamy delight. Her thighs melted before him. She didn’t resist when he parted her legs to nudge between her knees.
He kissed her all the time. He never stopped gnawing her lips and probing his tongue into her mouth. He cradled her head in his hand, and she sank into his grasp. He could do what he wanted with her and she would sigh in rapture.
Her vision lost focus. He stared into her eyes, but she saw a double image. Her whole being softened into liquid pleasure. She wilted at his touch, and her joints turned to jelly.
He pressed his hips between her legs to drive them farther apart. He didn’t get close enough to touch her inflamed petals, but that didn’t matter. She rocked and heaved against his solid frame.
She passed her hands up and down his chest. His muscles strained under his shirt, and the squishy desire between her legs cried out for him. She ached for him to touch her raw nakedness.
He tried to hug her, but he couldn’t exactly reach her when she sat on the bed. He sank farther down, and he draped his two arms around her hips. He hugged her off the bed so her sweet mound rubbed his chest.
She couldn’t keep her eyes open anymore. She moaned against him, and her spine arched to reach him with every inch of her body. Her breasts collapsed under his chin. She embraced his neck to get him as close to her as possible.
He copied her movements to rub her all over him. He scooted her to the edge of the bed. Her skirt rode higher up her thighs. Only the thin film of her panties covered her, and her juices soaked the cotton.
He tilted her backward and then forward. She sat down on him going forward, and his bulk weighed her down going backward. He ripped their lips apart, and his kisses danced down her neck.
She gasped for breath at that fire-breathing mouth. He dropped one blistering kiss after another down her neck until he burrowed under her ear. She pressed her head against his, but she couldn’t stop the cruel waves crashing over her. She squeezed her legs around his ribs. When would he ever take her and end her long misery?
His breath flamed on her skin. He fell down farther toward the neckline of her dress. Her very cells screamed for release. Her insides throbbed to surround him. She clawed at his back until his shirt came free in her hands. She ripped it out of the way and sank her fingernails into his bare skin.
His back spread broad and strong under her hands. His shoulders rounded in piles of flexing muscle. He owned her and possessed her with those arms, that mouth of his.
He tugged open the first button of her dress with his teeth. He crept one more fraction lower. His mouth crawled down her chest, but he still didn’t get hold of her breasts. Her dress worried her nipples to tight, hard morsels, but he didn’t know that. He could leave them alone forever. A man who could control himself in a major confrontation with Arryn could control himself anywhere.
His maddening slowness drove her insane. She flicked open her buttons for him, and he took advantage of the invitation. He dove inside her dress and found those voluptuous orbs waiting for him.
June beat against him in wild exultation. She thrust her breasts into his mouth and hands, and she bumped her hips into his chest. His smooth skin made her mouth water, but she couldn’t get close enough to kiss him or bite him or tear at him the way she wanted to. She could only gaze at his back and shoulders and neck and salivate for the moment when she would get him.
Was this the eternal bliss all shifters longed for? Was this the cosmic oneness described in legends and fireside stories? Was this the rapture of mating for life with her one true love?
Would she ever get tired of this? Would she ever stop hungering for his skin, for his mouth sucking her breasts and hugging her against him?
Never! She wanted him every day of his life. She wanted him young and old and tired and cranky and hungry and angry and sad. She wanted to rub his shoulders when he came home after a long day’s work. She wanted to patch up his cuts and bruises and heal his broken heart. She wanted to give him that home he left behind.
How could she do that? She didn’t have to answer any of those questions now. All she had to do was love him. Her dress fell the open, and her dark brown skin lay bare and exposed before him. Nothing remained but for him to seize her and carry her away to heaven.
He leaned back on his knees to admire her choice body underneath. June caught her breath at the look in his eyes. He worshiped her magnificence.
He didn’t kiss her again. He pushed her back on the bed, and her dress slipped the rest of the way off. It disappeared into the floor. June stretched out on the bed for his pleasure. He climbed onto the quilt next to her and took her in his arms.
Her brown arms surrounded his white shoulders. Their skin touched body to body. Their opposites became one in a more perfect connection than June ever imagined possible. She would never be the same. His touch and his skin made her into something unrecognizable. She left behind her old self and became his mate. No other identity made sense.
Their bodies fit together in every curve and hill. Her breasts molded to his chest to leave no space between them. Their legs glided together until their hips slotted one against the other. His swollen bulge plowed between her legs. One knee slipped between her thighs, and she wrapped her leg around his back.
His crotch touched her panties. His swollen member found the wetness oozing from her insides. Their mouths melded to bring deeper ecstasy than any love-making.
June swam in that kiss. Her body belonged to him and owned him at the same time. Her flesh pulsed against him, but she didn’t need anymore. She could take her time and enjoy this magical interlude.
He traced his fingertips up and down her body. He tickled down her arms and down her hips to her shapely thighs. His touch sparked electric shivers all over her. She surged into his arms, and his kiss soothed her into quiescent delight.
In his endless journeys, he found the lacy rim of her panties. He discovered the skin underneath until the flimsy garment wormed its way down her thighs and joined the rest of her clothes on the floor.
Now, only his pants remained behind, but he didn’t seem to notice them. He took his languid time touching her all over. He circled her nipples until goosebumps sprouted all over her body. He fingered down her belly to the small triangle of hair between her legs.
June stared up into his burning eyes. She held onto his neck and whimpered when he went a little lower, a little lower, into the quicksand between her legs.
He eased off enough to let her legs fall apart. He fingered into her secret territory, and her flesh parted to invite him in. His hand worked her into fermented insanity, but he wouldn’t stop. He slithered inside to excite her inner anatomy to foaming delicious bliss.
She wanted to close her eyes and turn away from that unstoppable pleasure cascading over her, but he kissed her again to bring her back. He kept her looking at him, facing him, while he drove her into the stratosphere.
His knuckles banged against her bones, and his finger nudged her cervix until she couldn’t contain her rising desire any longer. She tossed and screamed on the bed. She hurled herself against his hand.
Before she could finish, he bent down to kiss her heaving mound. She strained against his hand, but he crawled down between her legs. In an instant, she exploded into fresh gusts of loud screaming climax.
He wouldn’t let her go. One spiking peak after another tore her from her moorings. She couldn’t think. She could hardly feel anything beyond the dripping pleasure striking through her.
She barely registered when he stopped. He rose above her, and she saw herself reflected in his eyes. He eased himself on top of her, and their bodies sealed in one ecstatic kiss.
Chapter 13
Ash planted his knees between her legs. June extended her arms over her head. Rapturous delight relaxed all her joints. She reveled in this drunken pleasure.
He ran his hands up and down her thighs to the wetness spread out before him Her black hair tingled in the open air. His palms excited her inner thighs all the way up into her insides. When would he take her there again?
She moaned with heavy breath. Her breasts stabbed upward to prick the air. He followed her curves, up over her hips and waist to her ribs. He scooped up two handfuls of her breasts, and she writhed and seethed in his hands.
His nostrils flared, and he clenched his teeth in mounting desire. His prick strained his pants between his legs, but he didn’t touch it. He admired her from above and adored her with his hands.
He brought her to life with his touch. She never experienced her body like this. She never roiled in ecstasy or sparkled all over in the joy of being alive. He had to do that for her. No one else could touch her like this. No one’s eyes could open her up to receive his hands and his body.
No wonder the NightShade died if any tragedy separated them from their mates. He flowed in her veins and breathed in her lungs. He was her heart and soul, forever. She lived so many years without this. She would never live without it again.
He dallied his fingertips down her stomach to make her contract in spasms. He snatched up her hips and yanked her toward him. Her pelvis came to rest on top of his wicked bulge. He jammed it into her fissure, but he wouldn’t take off his pants. He bent forward to kiss her again.
His tongue glistened between his teeth. He nibbled her lips, and his eyes demanded all her secrets. She stared into destiny’s farthest reaches in his blue irises. Where would it end? Where did he stop and she begin? Did he see just as far in her eyes?
That kiss translated all the way down her body to the sweet nest where his spike touched her quivering slit. He rocked against her while they kissed. Each time he pushed forward, his prick plowed into her. He cleaved her lips apart to dampen his pants on her dripping petals.
June rotated her hips to ride that probing thing. She gyrated on the bed and pounded her bones against his solid manhood. If only she could get him unzipped, she would engulf him inside her and never let him go.
He took his time, though. His weight held her down. She could only copy his slow rhythm. His energy excited her beyond imagining. His eyes drilling into her sparked fresh oozes of nectar from her font.
He rode a little higher, and quick mews escaped her with every torturous pulse of his hips. Oh, that felt so good! How did he know exactly what to do to her? Even now, her delirious pleasure ebbed faster. It built into another raging climax she couldn’t hold back.
One minute, it murmured somewhere far below the surface. She understood it, but she couldn’t see it coming. All of a sudden, she couldn’t contain it anymore. It erupted out of her so fast she didn’t know what to do with herself.
She clutched him in both fists. She wrenched handfuls of skin off his muscled shoulders, but she couldn’t hold on tight enough. She thrashed every way at once. She split her legs wide open and crushed her sensitive tissues on his bulge. Her juices spattered her thighs and ass.
She shrieked to the skies. She bit his neck and shoulders and wept in his ears. He pinned her down tighter than ever and let her rage on his throbbing prick. If he could do this to her without even entering her, what would become of her when he finally got to the main event? Would there be anything left of her to take?
When she came down from that massive peak, she found him gazing at her with those searching eyes. The moist glassy surface reflected her upside down. She saw herself in all her post-orgasmic wildness. Her hair tossed around her head, and her mouth gaped wide to kiss him.
He made her something wholly different. He took her apart and put her back together again. What was she? Who was that woman in Ash’s eyes?
Without warning, he dug his hands under her. He took hold of both butt cheeks and plucked her off the bed to sit her on his lap. He knelt on the quilt, and she straddled that demon cock still locked inside his pants. How could a man restrain himself so long? He must have an iron will. Nothing had gotten the better of him, and she never would, either.
