Called by the Bear 4-6 (8 page)

L
ily

I
’m
sure it was Victor making special plans on the phone with the innkeeper when he leads me past the restaurant near the lobby and through a side door. My heels click on the stone path. “Where are we going?”

Daylight has faded to near darkness, and his teeth gleam as he says, “I don’t want to share you with anyone tonight, so I arranged a private dinner for us.”

Cool night air makes me wrap my free arm around my waist as a sudden chill runs down my spine. It prompts Victor to pull me closer against his body, and the burning heat of the man envelops me. I say, “What a lovely thing to do, because I don’t want to share you.”

“I want tonight to be special for us.” Victor stops on the path and turns to face me. “I love you, Lily.”

I grin. I can’t believe this man that I can’t get enough of feels the same way I do. I fight back the tears that are filling my eyes. “I love you, too.”

He kisses me tenderly, but our attraction knows no bounds, and it quickly heats up. I’m ready to strip his clothes off when he breaks away.

He sighs heavily and runs a hand through his hair as he says, “Dinner. We have to get through dinner.” He grabs my hand, and we start walking.

Anticipation hums through me, and I wonder how I’ll finish a meal when every inch of me wants him naked. Trees close in on us as we get farther down the path, and a small cottage appears in what looks like the middle of a forest.

Lit tiki torches flank the door. I watch a bug fly toward one. It’s going to go up in flames, but it can’t stop itself. I glance up at Victor and think,
I get it, little guy. I’d do the same for what I want.
Inside, a table is set with white linen, and the candles are already lit.

“This is beautiful and quite romantic.”

Victor releases my hand, and ice clinks as he pulls a bottle of champagne from a bucket. “You inspire me to do such things. You deserve nothing less.”

A rush of emotion brings a flush to my cheeks. I reach for the tall, thin glasses as the cork pops. Victor takes one from my hand and tilts it as he pours. He says, “I hope you like this. It’s Perrier-Jouët, one of my favorites.” The French name flows from his tongue and sounds sexy.

“Do you speak French?”

Victor’s eyes twinkle. “Mais oui. Avez-vous?”

I shake my head. “I don’t understand.” I place a hand on his chest as he slinks an arm around my waist. “But it’s quite sexy.”

He nuzzles my neck. “Oh, Lily, you distract me so.”

I tilt my head back to give him better access. “I’m just a girl going after what she wants.”

Victor steps back and winks at me. “And I’m going after what I want. Taste the champagne and tell me what you think.”

I sip, and bubbles dance on my tongue as a slightly tart flavor fills my mouth. “It’s delicious.”

“Good.” Victor reaches to take my glass and sets it on the table. He drops onto his knees, and I gasp.
Is he going to ask me to marry him?

He gazes up at me as he says, “This is your chance to run before I make a fool of myself.”

Victor’s eyes blaze with his love as he pulls a small black box out of his jacket pocket.

I touch his shoulder while I shake my head, and my eyes brim with tears. “I’m not going anywhere.” This is all so fast. But in my heart, I haven’t got any doubt about spending the rest of my life with Victor Veilleux, because I knew he was the one the first day we met.

Victor opens the velvet box. “Ever since I first saw you, I knew you were my destiny. Each day I’m without you by my side is torture.”

The vision of his teary eyes in my dream flashes through my mind.

“Lily Wilson, will you marry me?”

This is really happening!
“Yes.” When I look down at the ring, I see it’s an emerald set with small diamonds.

Victor removes it and slips it on my finger.

I gaze into eyes the same shade as the stone. “I don’t want to live another day without you, either.”

He stands and takes my face in his hands. “Oh, darling, our life will be so full of joy. I promise you, I’m yours forever.”

Before I can reply, he kisses me. This time, it’s more than passion, and I let it swallow me. Dinner is forgotten, and our clothing hits the floor as our bodies revel in each other.

We somehow get to a couch, and Victor pushes me to a sitting position while he falls to his knees. The moment he moves between my legs, I recall my dream and wonder if it’s coming true. But I know it was only a fantasy, because the real thing is so much more.

I quake under his mouth and barely come back to reality before he’s laid me down and is hovering over me. I say, “But I want to taste you, too. Let me give you the same pleasure.”

“No. I come inside you. That’s where I belong.”

Whoa.
Those words are similar to what he said in my dream. But I don’t have time to ponder them, because he’s about to enter me with the largest cock I’ve ever seen. I squeeze his balls gently as he says, “I’m clean and don’t want to use a condom. Are you okay with that?”

I want to feel him without protection, but good sense makes me say, “I’m not on birth control. We could get pregnant.”

He grins at me as he slides his erection along my slit. “I wouldn’t mind. Would you?”

I shake my head and whimper as I spread my legs farther and lift my hips.

He growls, and I’m reminded of an animal until he thrusts inside of me. Then I’m lost in the sensation of him stretching me wide and filling me up completely. The intensity is like nothing I’ve ever known, and my cries get loud.

My only saving grace is that Victor’s sounds are louder as he lets loose with his need. Protected by the cushions of the couch, I wonder at the sheer force he displays as he pumps into me. I slip into the pleasure and lose my inhibitions as another climax builds.

A small part of my consciousness registers his orgasm just before mine hits. Victor rubs my clit to prolong my ecstasy, and I quiver uncontrollably.

His deep chuckle reverberates through me, and when I can speak, I say, “I wish I could do that to you.”

“Oh, darling, you can. We’ve got the rest of our lives to figure it out.” He rolls off of me and flips me on top so that we fit on the couch.

“That we do.” I breathe in the scent of us and sigh.

Victor’s arms tighten around me, and he says, “That was amazing. Please tell me it’s the best you’ve ever had.”

I grin and lift up to look down at him. “It was. Does that work for your male ego?”

“It does. I plan to spend my days giving you pleasures you’ve never known.” His fingers tweak my nipple and make me squirm with lust I was sure had been depleted.

I slide down his body, planting light kisses on his torso. “If that’s true, I’m not sure I can survive it.”

When I get to his cock, I lick a long swipe up his shaft. Salty flavor fills my mouth, and I smile up at him when his dick thickens in response.

Victor moans and says, “You might end up killing me first if you’re going to do what I think.”

I tease. “What a way to go.”

P
articles
of dust dance in the thin rays of sunlight streaming through the lacy curtains. While sprawled across Victor’s chest, I glance over at the remains of our meal. I listen to the reassuring beat of his heart.
He loves me! And we’re going to be married.

The tremendous heat of him makes me want to purr like a cat as he strokes my back. He says, “Let’s get married tomorrow.”

The words don’t process for a moment. “What?” I lean up on my elbow to gaze down at him. “But I have appointments.”

“Cancel them.” His eyes are intense as if he’s ordering me to comply. He strokes my cheek and cups my chin. “And quit your job. Being my wife will be work enough.”

I pull back, but he holds me tightly for a second before letting go. “Somehow, I doubt that.”

While I would like to marry him sooner rather than later, I can’t help but want the beautiful wedding I’ve imagined all these years.

As if he can read my mind, Victor says, “We can have a big fancy ceremony later so you can have your gorgeous dress.” He flips me over onto my back and kisses the pulse at my neck. His whisper tickles my ear. “Say yes.”

My usual common sense is gone, and before I can think of a reason why I shouldn’t, I reply, “Yes.” I grasp his face and kiss him. Our tongues twine together as if we’ve been waiting for this moment forever. Judging by the way I can’t let go, I think we have.

C
arly

A
fter all the
excitement with Sierra’s rescue, Brady took the day off from work. With an empty house at midday, we took advantage of the alone time. Now our naked bodies are entwined on the bed. Hair on his chest is coarse against my skin as I drag a finger though it. “Why didn’t you tell me I have a brother and sister?”

“I didn’t think it was important. They aren’t anyone you would interact with.”

I’d be angry, but the tone of his voice is slightly hesitant. I know he’s not telling me everything. I lean up on an elbow to gaze at him. “What do you mean by that?”

Brady tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear. “I didn’t tell you because I never want anything to hurt you. They are so unlike you, and I know you’d be disappointed in them. I’m sorry. I should have said something.”

“It’s okay. But you were right about the Robichaux. They’re not good people.”

“Carly, don’t say that. You like your mother.”

The bed bounces as I sit up to lean against the headboard. “I did. But now that I know she lied to me about loving my dad, I don’t.”

Brady leans up to lay his head on my lap. “How so?”

“She told me he was the one for her. But he couldn’t have been, because she left me when I was three, and my brother and sister are only four years younger than I am.” I comb my fingers through his hair, and the silky strands slip through my fingers.

“But she came back because she had to, as the alpha.”

“True, but she didn’t have to have children right away, did she?”

“No, but I’ll bet there was a lot of pressure on her to marry a prime. Female alphas don’t always get the respect they deserve.” My glare makes him grin. “Except you, of course.”

He adds, “And you said she claimed she didn’t love your dad to keep you two safe. She probably felt she had to prove it.”

I shrug. “I thought you hated the Robichaux. Why are you defending Marion?”

“Because there has to be some good in that clan if you came out of it.”

I shudder as Brady’s finger flicks over my nipple. “Got something else on your mind?”

Brady answers with a growl as he sits up and yanks me by my hips to be underneath him. “I do.”

I growl back as he begins to kiss my neck. His breath tickles against my skin as he speaks between kisses. “Your smell gets more amazing each day.”

“Um-hmm.” I arch up as he moves down to my chest. When he suckles my breast, I flinch. They’ve become increasingly tender, and the slightest scrape of his teeth sets me trembling.

“You’re more responsive, too. I didn’t think it was possible. Does everything feel more intense?”

“It does.” I gasp as he nips at my skin.

“I might have to keep you pregnant.”

His tongue swirls around my belly button, and I squirm. “Let’s get through this first—oh!” He’s hit his mark, and I lose my train of thought as he licks at my folds. Every stroke brings me closer to the brink. I revel in my husband’s attention to detail. He seems to know what I want before I do, and the sensations drown me.

When I’m about to come, he stops, and a small cry of disappointment escapes my lips as he lies down on his back. He says, “I need you around me. Ride me, love.”

My stomach is big now, and it’s more comfortable for me to be on top or be taken from behind. I know at this point in our lovemaking, Brady would like me to get the job done, but I’ve got other plans. “In a minute.” I wink at him as I climb between his legs. “I’ve got too many pleasures to sample first.”

He groans when I lean over him and let my breasts graze his chest. The hair there tickles my skin, and I kiss my way down. His abs flex under my fingers when I press hard and move my hands lower. The salty flavor of him is laced with my scent, and the combination intoxicates me as I take him in my mouth.

I hum as I suck, and he bucks up and growls. It would be so easy to finish Brady off right now, but the one thing that drives any bear beyond the edge of reason is being bitten just before orgasm. It’s taken me a while to get over the idea of sinking my teeth into flesh, and I haven’t done it yet. But today, I’m ready.

I stop and get up on my knees to straddle his waist. Grasping his silky smooth cock in my hand, I guide him toward my channel. “Tell me, Brady. Tell me you’re mine.”

His deep voice rumbles through me. “I’m yours, Carly. Always and forever.”

Our eyes lock as I lower myself slowly and flex around his thickness. A hiss blasts from between his teeth as I take all of him in. His hips rise, and he tries to move quickly, but I control the movement to be slow and deliberate.

“Jesus, you’re torturing me.”

I shake my head. “I’m savoring you. God, you fill me up, and I want you inside me forever.”

A low growl comes from Brady as his grip on my butt loosens. “You make me want to stay.”

I lean my head back and focus on bringing myself to the crest. At the point I’m ready to break, I lower my mouth to his shoulder to change the position, and I hold on. Brady’s thrusts are fast, and he’s trying to take control. I let him and wait until he’s about to crash.

When his body tenses, I call on my bear, and the prickling sensation heightens my arousal as I sink my canines into his shoulder. The taste of metal and heat enters my mouth, but the zing that shoots through my body surprises me. Every cell of my being is electrified with pleasure as I shatter from an orgasm that’s a level beyond anything I’ve ever experienced.

Brady’s growl accompanies mine as he arches into my mouth. A strange sensation of pleasure rushes through me. It’s hauntingly familiar, and in a flash, I know what it is. I bolt up. “Oh my God! I just felt your orgasm.”

Brady opens his eyes partially and grins. “And I felt yours.” He sighs as his eyelids lower. “Let me recover before you start with the questions, okay?”

I chuckle as I snuggle up to him. Is it possible that my biting him added another layer to our connection? I pinch his nipple, and a feeling that’s almost a memory flows through me.

My husband is still delirious with what I bet was the best sex of his life, and he rakes his nails down my arm. He shudders and says, “Whoa, that’s kind of cool.”

“Yeah, but it’s freaky, too.” I recall Keith mentioning that true mates die if one commits suicide. “I’m not sure this is a good thing, Brady.” I sit up to gaze into his eyes. “What if you were seriously injured, and I needed to rescue you? How would I do that if I’m feeling the pain?”

He shrugs. “It seems to be only a hint of it, but this is strange. I’ve never heard of this happening to other werebear. I guess we need to ask Donna.”

A smile forms on my face as I realize something. “Hey, remember you said if you could take some of the pain of childbirth for me, you would?”

Brady’s blue eyes widen slightly, and I say, “I think you’re going to get that chance.”