ROMANCE: Highland Bear Love : A BBW Paranormal Historical Billionaire Romance (Fantasy Alpha Male Shape Shifter Short Stories) (2 page)

Staying had not been her intention. If she stayed, her friends would kill her. It was meant to be a girls-only weekend. A bit of fun at night was one thing, total abandonment was another. But better her friends kill her than the wolves that hunted her. Her friends would get over it. The wolves would never stop trying.

              “Okay,” Kendell agreed. “Thank you, I’ll stay, but I have one condition.”

              “A condition?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

              “Feed me. I’m starving.”

              Dermott laughed. “Good. So am I.”

              Next to the door was an intercom. He pressed a button, and a few seconds later a woman answered, her accent similar to his. “Yes, Mr. O’Donnell? What can I get for you?”

              “I picnic basket, please, Mary. For two. We’ll be heading down to the lake.”

              Soon after, they were sitting side by side on the pier, their legs dangling above the water. The day was warm but not scorching, a sign that summer was waning. Kendell liked this time of year the best, where being outside wasn’t a burden because of the heat but a luxury. Breathing in the fresh breeze off the lake, she almost forgot about the wolves.

              “Have you ever been fishing?” Dermott asked her.

              “Not unless you count diving for pennies at the bottom of the swimming pool.”

              He was skeptical. “Do you really do that?”

              “When I was a kid. Not anymore. Not unless I’m really desperate,” she joked. “So how do bears fish? Do you jump into the water or something?”

              “No,” he protested, and he reached under the blanket he had carried down and pulled out two fishing poles. “Bears fish the same way everyone else does. With patience and beer.”

              “I like the beer part,” she said.

              In response, he opened the picnic basket and handed her a bottle. “It’s on the house.”

              “Aren’t you going to have one,” she asked, opening the top and taking a sip.

              He shook his head as he readied his fishing pole. “No. Not with you to protect.”

              Kendell took another sip, smiling inwardly. “So why is the house so empty? Can’t you buy friends?”

              “I prefer to be alone when I’m out here,” Dermott professed. “In my company, I’m constantly surrounded by people. It’s maddening.”

              “What about your family? Surely you can make an exception for them.”

              “They’re back in Scotland watching over the estate.”

              He said estate, but she sure he meant castle. He was just being modest. “And a wife?” she asked casually, trying to be cool.

              “No time,” he answered, troubled, and he cast the fishing line. Kendell watched as it flew far out into the lake, propelled by his mighty strength. “It upsets my parents. They want me to settle down and marry a bear shifter, a Scottish lass to keep the bloodline pure. The settling down part, I don’t mind. I’d like that myself. The other part– not so much. You can’t have a mate chosen for you. That’s not how it works. It’s like trying to fry a fish with air.”

              He was visibly torn over the issue, so she moved on to another topic. “How does it work, shifting? I’ve never really asked my cousins about it. I mean, like how do your clothes come back when you turn human again? Shouldn’t they be ripped to shreds? Is it magic?”

              “I don’t think so,” he said, steadying his fishing pole. “I think it’s just a science we don’t understand yet.”

              “I wonder if any of my coworkers are shifters,” she mused, setting the beer aside. A few sips were enough.

              “What is that you do?” he asked, clearly happy the focus was back on her.

              “I’m a wielder.”

              He laughed loudly. It echoed across the lake, like a stone rippling in the water. “A wielder? Like in the movie
Flash Dance
?”

              Kendell rolled her eyes. “I have no dreams of being a professional dancer.”

              “Shame,” he said. “You’ve got killer curves.”

              She pushed him hard, but he barely budged. “Easy, tiger.”

              “Bear,” he reminded her.

              They spent the entire afternoon out on the pier, feeling no hurry to return to the house, anchored outside by the lazy sun. Kendell was generally mistrustful of strangers, but Dermott had proved himself by saving her. She knew she could trust him. She felt easier around him than most people she crossed paths with in the city.

              Only when the hard wood of the pier became uncomfortable did they meander inside, Dermott carrying two salmon he had caught. They went to the kitchen, which was much more modern than the rest of the house – well, mansion, if Kendell was being completely honest. His house was a formidable country mansion with tall, narrow windows and a lot of history, history she hoped to learn more about. The exception was the kitchen. It was newer, renovated recently enough, with its steel appliances and large island where the stove top was.

              Dermott went to the intercom on the wall. “Mary, I’ll be cooking my own dinner tonight. You can have the rest of the night off.”

              “Thank you, Mr. O’Donnell,” she replied. “I think I’ll go visit my sister for the evening.”

              “Take tomorrow off too,” he told her. “I don’t want you around while the wolves are about.”

              Soon after, as Dermott gutted the fish, Kendell heard the sound of a car driving off. “That must be nice, having help.”

              “Mary is more than help. She practically raised me. I consider her family.”

              “Then why make her clean up after you?”

              He wasn’t offended. “She wants to. She says it makes her feel useful. If I had it my way, she’d be on a beach in Tahiti living the good life. All expenses paid.”

              As Dermott pulled out a pan to fry the fish in, Kendell took a walk around. The kitchen led out onto a circular porch. A table and chairs were pushed near the door, leaving much of the porch open. The view was as breathtaking as the view from the study earlier. The lake glistened, the forest standing guard around it, the trees like fearsome soldiers. She couldn’t see any other houses. Likely, Dermott owned the entire land around the lake. It really was his own personal refuge.

              Near the table and chairs was a sheltered stereo. She went to it and turned on the radio, leaving it at a station playing a fun pop number from the eighties. Inhaling the buttery scent of the fish frying, Kendell returned to the kitchen, swinging her hips as she arrived, the music following her.

              “I thought you said you didn’t dance,” Dermott noted merrily.

              She turned in a loop, letting her head bop. “I said I had no dreams of dancing professionally. That doesn’t mean I don’t dance.”

              Feeling giddy and light, she turned off the stove top and took Dermott’s hands, guiding him next to her near the island, her body still moving. Dermott did that to her. He lifted her burdens, made her feel like she had a normal life again.

              “You’re a terrible dancer,” he teased as she lifted his hands and shook them to the music.

              “I know,” she answered. “And so are you. Looks like money can’t buy everything.”

              He laughed and swung her around, dipping her low into his arms. Before she knew it, they were kissing. His lips explored hers, testing her desire. Kendell pressed herself harder into him, letting him know exactly what she wanted.

              It was all the encouragement he needed. His kiss became much more adamant, consuming her with his need for her. He picked her up into his arms, and he led her to his bedroom. His bed was enormous, meant for the king of the forest. The rest of the room she barely noticed, the heat in her body beginning to rise.

              He set her down and she faced him, breathing deep with anticipation, taking in all the man he was. Slowly, she unbuttoned the dress shirt, revealing her skin inch by inch, seducing him with the wait. Dermott couldn’t stand it. Before she could finish, he ripped the shirt off her and pulled her close, moving his kisses to her neck.

              “I can’t believe how sexy you are,” he murmured, his craving thick within his voice. “I’ve waited a long time for you to come.”

              “You won’t have to wait much longer,” she said, moaning between his kisses. Every kiss on her neck sent a pulse down to her core, awakening her, making her wet. She put her hand where his manhood protruded through his jeans. His cock was hard and thick, growing beneath her touch. “Neither of us has to wait much longer.”

              In a blur, they clawed at each other’s clothes until they were both naked, their flesh exposed. He was massive, his cock full and ready. She went to the bed and sat on the edge, coaxing him to follow, eager to know all the pleasure a bear could offer.

              He bent down on his knees in front of her and began kissing her thigh, moving his tongue across her flesh, gliding all the way down to her toes. He took her big toe into his mouth and began sucking lightly, his tongue flickering over the soft padding.

              It felt wonderful, electrifying her body, causing her blood to rush to her core until she ached. As he sucked on her toe, she imagined what such a strong, commanding tongue would feel like over the pink flesh of her core. She pictured him between her thighs, devouring her with his kisses, taking her flesh into his mouth, running his tongue along her clit.

              She needed more. With intent, she guided her foot away from him and wrapped her legs around his body, pulling him in closer. He obliged, pressing his hot body against hers as they moved further onto the bed.

Tenderly, he smoothed her hair away from her face. “I think you’re about to break me,” he said.

She knew how he felt. There was something about being with him that felt… momentous. Life changing. “Then let’s break together,” she whispered, arching her back, luring him in.

He spread her legs further apart and then he entered her, his cock sending a shockwave through her body. He filled her up, hitting every nerve in her body. When he began to thrust, his pulsed matched her own. It was euphoric. She was not in bed with a man. She was being mated by a god. A sexy Scottish god, with a hot accent and a thick cock.

Once more, she wrapped her legs around him, allowing him to push deeper into her as he thrust, his hips gyrating against hers as his cock slid in and out. She moaned, her breath heavy as the heat in her body pushed closer to the brink, tingling with ecstasy. She clenched herself over him, causing him to thrust faster, his own release near.

“Oh god,” she cried, feeling her body begin to free itself. Her back arched further, allowing a wave of bliss to overcome her. “Oh god!”

She came, and so did he. Pushing himself deep within her, he released himself, holding her close within his arms as he did, refusing to let go. His cock remained within her, slow to settle, still pressed firmly against her core. It sent an aftershock through her body, doubling her pleasure.

He continued to hold her, nuzzling his head into hers. His breath on her neck was like a warm blanket, comforting and safe. She didn’t want him to let go. He was a stranger, but she knew him. She never wanted to leave.

However, she would soon have to. She was safe with him, but he wasn’t safe with her.

***

Chapter Three

Dermott

              His phone rang, but Kendell continued to sleep, her lashes fluttering as she dreamed. Last night had been more than he could have hoped. As a bear, he had certain instincts. As a man, he had the same instincts. Kendell was his mate. They were meant for each other. Perhaps that was why he had heard her in the woods when she was attacked, or why she had felt drawn to go glamping so near to where he spent his weekends. Maybe it was magic after all. Magic was the only word he could use to describe being with her.

              It was nearly impossible to leave her, but he did not want to disturb her rest, so he took the call in the study. “Yeah?” he answered.

              A female spoke. Mary. “I got your message. I did some research. I know who chases her.”

              Mary was his housekeeper, and she was old, but she was also so much more. During her youth, she had been part of the secret services in Scotland. But after her husband, and partner, died in action, she’d retired. She travelled around, did odd jobs here and there, but when her bones began to show their age, she settled on a much more low-key life, becoming his nanny, raising him like she would have the children she was denied with her husband’s death.

              “And?” he prompted.

              “The wolves work for Freddie Bottimi.”

              It was not good news. Freddie Bottimi was one of the richest men in the city, his wealth comparable to Dermott’s own. But unlike Dermott, Freddie had earned his money in the most unwholesome ways. He owned a real estate enterprise, but most of his earnings came from laundering, brutality, and other illegal means.

              “Kendell must owe him money,” Dermott reasoned, beginning to realize that she hadn’t been completely truthful with him, probably too ashamed to admit why the wolves were after her.

              Mary hesitated. “It’s not about money, Dermott. That girl – she’s not who she makes herself out to be.”

              “What do you mean?”

              “She’s involved with Freddie. Or at least, she used to be. I don’t know all the details, just that they’re connected.”

              Dermott tensed, his body taut. “They’re lovers?”

              “I believe so. Or they used to be.”

              He refused to believe it. “Then why are they chasing her?”

              “Maybe she stole something from him. Or maybe she found something out she wasn’t supposed to. I don’t know. Like I said, I don’t know all the details, just that they’re connected. She’s no damsel in distress. She’s involved in his corruption.”

              Dermott looked out the window. A summer rain began to fall, casting rainbows over the lake, but all he could feel was betrayal. He could forgive a lie said out of shame, but this went far beyond a mere lie. She was involved in something serious. He judged her for her connection to Freddie, but that was not where his hurt lies. It was in the deceit. And the knowledge that she didn’t trust him enough to be honest.

              “I need to go,” he said. “Thanks.”

              He hung up and stormed down the hallway to his bedroom. He wanted answers. Earlier, he was convinced she was his mate, but now he wasn’t so sure. He had to know what was really going on. Not wanting to scare her, though it would have been within his right, he calmed himself outside his bedroom door, steadying his rage, and then he opened it, ready to confront Kendell.

              There was no opportunity to do so. She was gone, her absence speaking volumes of her guilt.

***

Kendell

              Dermott knew.

Kendell had followed him out of the bedroom to the study, ready to jump on him again, eager for more of the spice he’d served her the night before. Then she’d overhead his phone conversation. She didn’t know what the other person on the line had been saying, but clearly it was about Freddie.

And so she went back to the room to dress, and then she ran, unable to confront him with her betrayal. The rain poured around her, slowing her down as she headed for the main road. She feared that Dermott followed her. Equally, she feared that he didn’t. Reaching the main road, she tried to hitch a ride, her frustration growing with every car that passed her by.

As always, Freddie was ruining her life. It was soul shattering. She hadn’t wanted it. She hadn’t wanted any of it. All she wanted was for Freddie to leave her alone.

              When Kendell was a teenager, she’d spent a lot of time with her cousin Derek – a wolf shifter. They were close. They always had been. She was an only child and most of Derek’s siblings were much older, so they had become like siblings.

Hanging out with Derek meant spending time with his friend Freddie, also a wolf shifter. Freddie was Kendell’s least favorite thing about her time with her cousin. Freddie was always there, leering at her, trying to win her over. To honor her cousin, she was respectful to Freddie, but she never gave him what he wanted. She never gave him her.

After high school ended, Derek moved out of state to attend college, leaving Kendell alone in the city. Thankfully, Freddie seemed to disappear too. Where, she neither cared nor asked. It was a relief. But soon, she began reading about him in the newspapers. He was doing well for himself. He seemed to have matured.

When she got an invite to meet him for dinner at one of the most exclusive restaurants in the city, she’d accepted, curious to see the man he had become. The thing was, he hadn’t changed. He still leered at her, still tried to get his way. If anything, he was worse. He thought his money gave him authority over her. He was wrong. She had ended up leaving the restaurant in a rage, listening as he called out to her with his threats, knowing it was only a matter of time before he tried to take what she would not give him.

He thought she was his mate. He was delusional. She would not touch him. She’d rather die first. When the wolves had chased her in the woods, she’d thought that was what they meant to do. Freddie would rather her dead than be with another man. Even if she had been wrong about Freddie’s intentions, even if he did not mean for her to die, it was still a dark fate he had in store for her.

It was best that Dermott knew. She shouldn’t have let him get involved. He deserved better. He deserved the happy family he craved to fill his house.

“So you finally left the nest, little bird,” a man said, stepping out from the woods. He wore a sharp suit, but he was vile, with eyes that could murder poison.

“Freddie,” she said, her guard flying high. “Where are your henchmen?”

“They’re here,” he said, looking beyond her as a black limo came up the road. “Care for a lift back to the city?”

It wasn’t an offer. It was a demand. She should run, but she was tired. She didn’t know if it was her night of love making with Dermott or the weight of the years running from Freddie’s grasp, but she was exhausted. Her body ached with fatigue. There was nowhere else to go, except where he wanted.

***