Theirs to Bear: Icy Cap Den #3 (Alaskan Den Men) (4 page)

My musings ended when a light knock on my back door had me springing across the floor. I wanted to answer it before Leo heard it. He was not a fan of nap time. Thank the Godess for Gary tiring him out.

“Good afternoon.” A shrunken woman swathed in furs stood on my back doorstep. “I’m a peddler. Would you have a moment to see my wares?”

Ted had told me the village peddlers set off as soon as the snow melted enough that roads were passable. They traveled around to remote Alaskan locations during the long-sunlight summer. There was a strong Arctic hospitality tradition in honoring peddlers. Not only did they bring goods and services not normally available, they carried something even more valuable in the remote regions: information.

As a stylist, I valued information and considered everything told to me confidential, but up here I was without any contacts. Maybe she’d seen this succubus that Tristan was so concerned about.

“My son is asleep, if you don’t mind whispering. Please come in.” I gestured toward the cluttered kitchen table covered with supplies. “Let me clear some space.” I glanced back at the living room. No Leo sprinting down the stairs yet.

This peddler’s dusty and road-weary appearance meant she’d traveled far.

“Have we met before?” my guest asked, taking her seat. “I thought this house was vacant last time I was in town.”

“I’m the new owner. I’m setting up a salon.”

“A saloon?”

“A hair and skin salon.” Great. My guest was hard of hearing.

“Wonderful.” She opened her large black suitcase, which she kept by her side. Keeping her body turned, she rummaged around in it.

She placed a half-dozen vials on the table. Her deep-set eyes sparkled beneath her lids. “Maybe you would be interested in some essential oils?”

Was I interested? My experience with the moving company and liquids had not been good. It was all I could not to leap over and seize the contents of her suitcase. This was no way to negotiate, though.

I produced a handful of my handmade soaps. She sniffed them cautiously.

“They work on paranorms. A satisfied ghoul is my best customer,” I said proudly.

The wizened woman glanced up at me from her hooded eyes. “Isn’t the ghoul the only one in town currently?”

The hair on the back of my neck tingled. “There’s a few others, the deputy among them. How did you hear that? Have you been traveling long?”

She fingered the soaps. “The roads are open early this year.”

“Heard anything about a succubus?” I asked.

“What is that?” The woman set the soap down.

“Succubus, like a sorceress. She’s been setting traps and harassing the town. No mention of dark magic in your travels?”

“No but I’m just starting out after being hunkered down all winter. What’s she look like?”

“Like some fairy princess, but she’s got the heart of an evil queen.”

“You’ve seen her, then?”

“I’ve only heard from those who have.”

The old woman sniffed my soap, closing her eyes. “You got dried snowdrops in here?”

“I don’t remember what particular ingredients went in that batch. They are all natural, though.”

The peddler winked. “Good girl. Keep your secrets close. I’ll take all of these and put in an order for a dozen more when I stop here again.”

“Excellent. I’ll take all essential oils you can spare today. By the way, I’m Liv. Nice to meet you.”

“Call me Rika.”

A
s I sent
Liv back to town on the ATV, I shifted into my ice bear. For the next twelve hours, I hunted far from town to escape the wind blowing her scent to me. She hadn’t suffered any serious injury when I found her on that ledge. It could’ve crumpled at any time. I could have lost her. Again.

I was on her back step by midmorning the following day. I had to see her. It was as if a giant magnet pulled me to her.

Liv pushed her back door open. “Come on in.”

“You look beautiful.” I gaped. “Turn around. Slowly.” Liv wore a white halter top with a deep V-neck and no discernable sign of a bra. Under my gaze, her nipples hardened beneath the sheer cotton. Snug black shorts clung to her perfect ass. There was no way she could possibly be wearing panties.

This was not typical Icy Cap spring attire.

“Took you long enough to get here. I’ve got to run to Barrow,” she said.

“Dressed like that?”

“It’s Barrow.”

“My point exactly. Barrow makes any images you have of the Wild West look like a tidy theme park.” My hand slid up her back, feeling her shiver under my touch. I fingered her halter tie. It’d be so easy to pull the knot loose and watch the ties fall away, revealing her magnificent breasts.
Too much, too soon.
My cock twitched. Wearing jeans was a mistake.

“I need supplies,” she said.

“Now?”

“I can’t just wait around for you to show up. You want to come with?” She sidestepped around me, heading down the steps.

I wanted to fuck her senseless, not watch her shop
.
But I’d been wanting to do the former for so many years, the wait probably wouldn’t kill me. We should be taking things slow anyway. That was what I’d come here to tell her.

Hanging her returned thong from yesterday on the back doorknob, I pulled the door closed. Looking at Liv, waiting for me on the driveway around the back of her house, I froze.

She stood next to Icy Cap’s most rusted vintage pickup truck. It was the kind of old green Ford that would be pretty in a picture with flowers growing out of where the removed engine block had been, like, forty years ago.

“What is that?” I stalked over to her, wincing from the way my cock wedged up against my jeans.

“My new truck. What does it look like?”

“There’s nothing about that truck that’s new.”

“It’s new to me.”

“That’s going to get you to Barrow?”

“Probably not,” Liv agreed. “That’s why I’m taking these.” She held up jumper cables, looking like a priestess making an offering, before throwing the cables in the back of the truck.

“Those only help if the battery dies, and you need something to charge it with.”

She hopped through the open door, then outlined her lips with a red lipstick and pouted in the side mirror. “I may have to suck some dick in exchange for repairs. How do I look?”

I wasn’t even aware of the roaring sound in my brain until I had Liv on her back, pinned beneath me on the truck’s bench seat.

“Don’t tease me. My time as the good guy is about up.” My hips were between her legs. I nudged my jeans-clad cock against her crotch.

Liv hooked one foot around my calf; her other rested on the truck floor.

Even through her shorts and my jeans, her pussy cradled me.

She lifted her head to run the tip of her tongue against my ear. “I can make time for a quick fuck.”

I groaned. It was entirely possible this woman was going to kill me.

“When I fuck you, there won’t be anything quick about it. I’m going to take you on every surface and in positions you didn’t even know were possible. Your throat will be raw from begging me to let you come. Tease while you can.”

Liv dropped her head back against the seat. Her hands looped around my neck.

“I can’t convince you to ride with me? You never know what big bad wolf I’ll meet on the way.”

“You can take care of yourself just fine.” I reluctantly pulled myself off her. A ride to Barrow in a car with her dressed like this was not going to end well for the take-it-slow plan. But my ice bear could keep an eye on her, no problem.

Her tits had felt great smashed up against me. I couldn’t wait to lick those nipples of hers until her pussy was drenched. “How about I come back later?”

“Like when? Gary has taken Leo out on a friend’s fishing boat today.” Liv propped herself up on her elbows and eyed my cock outlined against my jeans.

My heart hammered in my chest. “What do you suggest?”

Liv ran her tongue over her full lower lip. “How about I blow you first?”

T
ristan’s eyes dilated
. He wanted me, there was no denying that, but he was being cautious. I’d rattled him with my suggestion.

Good. Things between us needing shaking up. They’d been stagnant long enough.

I loved how bold I was with him. It was Tristan, after all; even when I’d just met him, I felt like I knew him forever. Later I’d figure out that what attracted me to Ted was a sense of danger. After getting pregnant, dropping out of college, and marrying him, I discovered he was more immature than anything else. But enough about Ted. I wanted to blow Tristan so he’d never think of me as “just a friend” again.

I squirmed on the seat. Thinking about it was making me wet, but something was holding him back. I bet having his cock shoved down my throat would help him get over it.
God, please oh please, don’t let him mention Ted again.

“Now?” he asked.

“Yep.”

“If you insist.”

“Climb in.” I scooted over on the seat.

Tristan unbuttoned his jeans, but his cock was so hard against the zipper it was difficult to operate.

My fingers brushed his aside. I carefully unzipped his jeans, then slid down his briefs. His cock sprang forth, bobbing in the air. He was seriously hung.

His head looked divine. I wondered,
Maybe I could come while sucking him off?

“Do you want to lie down?” I gauged how much room we had on this front seat. Not much. And then there was the massive steering wheel. Luckily, I was a girl who liked a challenge.

I leaned over. His right hand rested on my ass. It was subtle but possessive. I liked that. Immediately an ache started deep within me. I knew my panties were wet already.

Pushing my hair behind my ears, I opened my mouth, taking the tip of his head inside.

“My only regret, baby, is that I can’t finger you this way,” Tristan hissed. “But you take care of me, I promise I’ll make it good for you.”

I wanted to say it was good for me, but with my mouth full of cock, the best way to communicate was to take more of him. Slowly, he advanced in my mouth. I gobbled him up, running my tongue around his dick, sucking him, altering the pressure around my lips.

His fingers pressed into my ass harder the more I sucked. He breathed faster.

It was such a turn-on to hear his growing excitement—not to mention feel his thick cock in my throat.

“Your mouth feels fantastic. Can you take just a bit more?”

I extended even more, letting his cock hit the back of my throat. I loved the power I had.

“That’s it. Your sweet mouth wrapped around me is heaven. You OK?”

I increased my sucking.

His clean-shaven balls pressed against my chin. When his cum shot down my throat, I swallowed. When he was done, I released him.

I wiggled back up on the bench from under the steering wheel.

Tristan’s head was lying against the headrest. He opened his eyes. “That was incredible. You are one talented girl.” He reached out an index finger to stroke my mouth. “Your turn.”

“Sadly for me, that’ll have to wait for another time. I still need supplies in Barrow. I can’t hang around all day sucking your cock.”

“More’s the pity for me.” Tristan tucked his cock back in his briefs. “You aren’t really going to blow some guy if your truck breaks down, right?”

I touched my thumb to my mouth. “You expect me to kiss and tell?”

Two hours later, we pulled into Barrow. Tristan had driven the whole way without one word. I chattered nonstop. Strangely, after that fairly spectacular blow job, Tristan was more tense than before. I, on the other hand, was loose-limbed and relaxed.

The more tense he became, the more turned on I got.

“I can’t believe we made it. I thought you’d pull over and fuck me,” I said as the truck wheezed to a stop. We’d pulled into one of the many open parking spots on Main Street.

A muscle worked in Tristan’s jaw. Although he cut the engine, he stared straight ahead. “Don’t think that didn’t cross my mind every one of the shitty nineteen miles we drove. It was all I could do to stop myself from putting your legs over my shoulders and fucking that pussy of yours. Because tell me this: it is wet, isn’t it?”

I shivered. His voice was tense and dark. The anticipation was practically killing me. “Yes.”

“Good. Now get the damn supplies so we can get out of here.”

“You’re not coming?”

“My cock is so hard from sitting next to your jiggling tits and beautiful mouth, getting out of this truck isn’t advisable.”

I opened my door, grabbed my bag, and exited, swinging my ass. I wondered if I had time to get a quick drink. My throat was dry. I could only imagine what Tristan would do if I told him how thirsty his cum made me.

T
he trip
into Barrow was uneventful, but that didn’t make it less torturous for me. Having had a taste of Liv was making my ice bear spirit restless.

Claim her.

That thought pounded in my brain. It took all my powers of conversation to be civilized until we returned to Icy Cap. We unloaded the truck, making multiple trips to the kitchen.

Gary and Leo appeared while I was out at the truck.

“You guys back already?” the ghoul asked.

“Yeah.”

“That was a record time for a trip to Barrow.”

“We made good time.” Getting blown before a road trip is an excellent motivator, but I kept this observation to myself.

“Leo and I were going to watch a movie. Unless Liv is free now?”

She wasn’t free now if I had anything to say about it. “How about you guys get started on the movie? Liv can stop by and get Leo when she’s done?”

The ghoul considered me for a moment, but then he and Leo headed off without a word.

I carried another box inside.

“Was that Leo and Gary?”

“They were stopping by on their way to watch a movie. You’re supposed to go pick him up when you’re ready.”

“You should wait until I invite you in.”

“We are way past playing games,” I growled low. Instead, I backed her up against the kitchen table. “Are you wearing panties?”

“That’s what you were wondering after all that time in the truck?” She reached for a print apron hanging from a hook on the wall, slipped it over her head, and tied the waist strings. Without waiting for an answer, she opened the fridge door. The chill blast felt great. I didn’t know how much more of this Icy Cap heat wave I could take. She handed me a beer.

“Among other things.” My gaze dropped to her lips.

We stood toe to toe. Her nipples grazed my shirt. She took a swig of my beer. Watching her swallow triggered memories of her taking me in her mouth just hours before.

I had wanted her for so long. Convinced myself I could never have her. Now she was here. Things were different between us.

I set my beer aside and tugged her closer to me. Her hands flattened against my chest. With one hand, I cradled the back of her head, tipping her for a deep kiss. The other slid over her apron, caressing her breasts and belly before slipping under the fabric. When my fingers slid inside the waistband of her shorts, she made a little moan in the back of her throat.

My fingers pushed her panties down. I’d known she’d be wearing them, but it was an excellent excuse for pleasurable exploration. I crooked my finger to stroke her, losing myself in our kiss.

Abruptly I ended our kiss and removed my hand.

Liv blinked at me, dazed. Her lips were swollen and red. “Are you hungry?”

“Not for food.” I fingered the apron ties, nuzzling her neck. “I like this.” I backed her up against the sink and pressed my pelvis against her soft belly.

Liv slid her palms up my chest and pulled my shirt loose from my pants. Her fingers slipped down, stroking my dick, then cupping my balls. She stopped to loosen the apron around her neck.

“Leave it, but take off the blouse.” I wanted to pop those buttons off, but I let her tease me. “Do that any slower and I won’t be responsible for my actions.”

Liv raised an eyebrow at me. She removed her top. She had her panties on under her apron.

I surveyed the flat kitchen surfaces. “Turn around and put your hands on the counter.”

She did before looking back over her shoulder at me.

“Now, bend over.”