Him—almost naked.
The sight of him was too good to rush though, and so was the way he reacted as she ventured lower, as she teased the ropes of his stomach and found a dark treasure trail she wanted to follow. He groaned and lifted his head off the furs, his brown eyes gaining a gold glow as they tracked her hands.
“Holly,” he murmured.
She moaned at the way he said her name, so passion-drenched and filled with need. She liked it. Was sure she would never tire of hearing him say it in that way, as if she was killing him, as if he would go mad too if she didn’t do something to give him relief soon.
Holly eased lower, moving to sit on his thighs.
Her hands met the waist of his jeans and she shivered as she brushed her palms along them, from his hips to just below his navel, and felt the hard outline of his erection. He groaned and tipped his hips up, pressing it into her hands. The calm that had come over her instantly dissipated and she ignored Saint’s chuckle as she tore at his jeans, flooded with a hunger to see all of him.
She gripped the waist of his jeans and pulled them down, silencing him as she revealed him.
Oh gods.
He was big, beautifully hard, and just the sight of him had her wild with a need to feel him inside her. Saint stilled right down to his breathing as she lifted her right hand and she could feel the heat of his gaze as he watched her lowering it. Her breath trembled from her as she stared at his rigid length, trying not to overthink what she was doing, because she didn’t want to be nervous.
She licked her lips, only realised what she had done when it tore a strained groan from Saint. Her heart leaped into her throat. She hadn’t meant to insinuate that she wanted to lick him, hadn’t really thought about it.
But now it was all she could think about.
She wanted to taste him.
She mustered her courage and dropped her fingers, shivered as she made contact with his rigid shaft.
Saint’s head dropped, hitting the floorboards hard, and she flicked a glance at him, lingered as she found him lying with his head tipped back, his neck corded and every muscle of his torso tensed as she touched him. Gods. She stared at him, entranced by all his strength as she stroked her fingers down his cock. He groaned and tensed further, his shaft kicking against her fingers.
Rather than startled, she felt empowered.
How would he react if she kissed him?
Licked?
Heat scalded her cheeks. Sucked him?
She wanted to find out. Before she even knew what she was doing, she had leaned over him and was running her tongue up the length of him. Saint arched to meet her, his big body shuddering, making her feel even more powerful. She explored him with her tongue, from root to crown, and wrapped her lips around him. Groaned. He was hot in her mouth, but silky smooth against her tongue as she laved him.
When her tongue swept over the blunt head of him, she tasted him, a drop of seed on her tongue that had a startling effect on her.
She growled, a fierce need to make him give her more rushing through her, making her grip him with her hand and suck him harder. He grunted and his left hand lowered, tangled in her hair as she moved her mouth on him, hungry for another taste.
“Holly.” Saint gripped her hair as that moan leaked from him, began moving her on him as he pumped his hips.
She growled and gripped them in both hands, pinned him and sucked him, forcing him to submit to her. The primal need to taste him grew stronger, had her snarling and resisting him as he tried to lift her head.
“Holly,” Saint said, his tone commanding, but gentle. “Let me go and I’ll give you what you need.”
Oh gods.
She trembled at the thought, was quick to release him and lift her head. Her gaze collided with his and her brow furrowed when she saw in it that he meant those words, that he could ease this wild need building inside her, one she feared was going to take control again.
Saint dropped his hand to her jaw, smoothed his palm across it as he held her gaze. She eased back as he sat up, kept looking into his eyes, seeing a promise in them, one that had her trusting him because she knew deep in her heart that he would come good on it. He would tame this wild, primal, and frightening part of her.
She only had to submit to him.
She breathed through the urge to growl that came over her as she thought that, tamped down the need to seize command of things again, and managed to get herself under control.
Saint reached for the shoulders of her satin dress, sending a tremble through her as he made contact, his thumbs brushing her bare skin. The satin sliding over her skin made her shiver, made her nipples pucker as Saint’s gaze fell to her breasts. She was hyper-aware of him as he leaned towards her, as he reached behind her to the zipper of her dress and lowered it, the sound loud in the thick air. A moan fell from her lips as he kissed her throat, licked close to her nape, and her eyes slipped shut as she leaned her head away from him, unable to resist the urge to give him better access to her neck.
His own moan joined hers as his bare chest brushed hers, as he finished lowering the zipper and eased back, taking hold of the shoulders of her dress again. It slipped down over her breasts, sending a thousand shivers cascading over her skin, and the heat of Saint’s gaze seared her as his eyes dropped to her chest.
He pulled her up onto her knees as he dropped his head, and she arched backwards as his lips brushed her left nipple, agonising heat shimmering over her skin from that point. Her dress pooled around her spread thighs, teasing her oversensitive flesh as Saint pulled her nipple into his mouth and sucked it, rolled it between his teeth and had her pressing forwards, consumed by a need for more.
He gave it to her by lifting her dress, his hands burrowing beneath it to cup her backside. His fingers pressed into her flesh through her panties, parted her and dipped lower. She tensed and rose up on her knees, moaned as his fingers brushed between her plush petals.
“Gods,” Saint muttered darkly, moved to her other breast and sucked on it, harder this time as his fingers delved between her thighs, as he stroked them over her flesh. He broke away from her and kissed up her chest, murmuring huskily, “You’re so wet.”
She was. Was that a bad thing? She hoped it wasn’t, and then found she didn’t care when Saint tore her panties away, when he cupped and stroked her, found her bundle of nerves and sent her shooting into the stratosphere.
Her cheeks burned as she rocked against his fingers, unable to stop her hips from moving, a slave to the need building inside her. Saint only made it worse as he trailed a finger upwards from her nub to her sheath and pressed inside a little.
She growled, couldn’t hold it back as desire for something else filling her there flooded her. She didn’t want his finger. She tried to wriggle free, managed to get her hand between them and find his shaft. She gripped and stroked it, fever burning her up as she thought about it inside her. When she tried to move to make it happen, Saint stopped her, his grip on her hip too strong for her to win against him.
“I want this to feel good,” he husked against her throat, licked it and ripped a moan from her as his tongue flicked the lobe of her ear. “Need to get you ready. There’s no rush. I’m not going anywhere.”
Her primal instincts weren’t listening to him, or to her, had her restless even when he pressed a finger inside her and they tried to hijack control again. Pleasure built inside her as he pumped her slowly. When he added another finger, stretching her, the tension inside her eased again, her instincts to mount him and take him falling away, replaced by a desperate need for more.
She moaned and kissed him, stroked his length as she thought about him inside her, as he filled her with his fingers.
She was close, balancing on the precipice, just needed another push.
She growled when Saint denied her, when he withdrew his fingers and removed her hand from him, but it faded into nothing as he pulled her dress up and discarded it. Calm washed through her as he fisted hi
s cock, as he clutched her backside and lifted her. She shuffled towards him, her eyes on his length, aching with a need to have it inside her.
She gripped his left shoulder as he raised her higher, as he pressed his hand to the small of her back to draw her closer and reached around her thigh to hold himself again. She shivered, moaned and closed her eyes as he brushed the blunt head through her folds. As he nudged inside.
When he tried to take it slow, she growled again. She didn’t want to draw this out. Her need of him was too painful, had her going out of her mind. She pressed back onto him, flinched a little as he stretched her and it stung, but the pleasure of him filling her was too intense for her to care. He groaned as she sank onto him, as she drew him into her heat. Her eyes opened, slowly widening as he claimed her backside and lifted her slightly before driving deeper into her.
Oh, she could get used to this.
He captured her mouth as he moved her on his cock, each delicious long stroke of it both satisfying her and maddening her. She rolled her hips, couldn’t stop herself from participating, began riding him when he groaned, showing her that he liked it.
Holly shuffled her feet forwards, trying not to dislodge him as she wriggled onto them. He leaned over her slightly as she moved on him, kissed him and gripped his shoulder, riding him hard. He groaned and growled, gripped her hips and pumped her harder, faster, but it still wasn’t enough. She wanted more. Needed more.
Sweat trickled down her spine, dampened her chest and made her stick to Saint as they moved together, their fast breaths mingling with each choppy kiss as they both reached for a release that wouldn’t come.
Why wouldn’t it come?
Her face screwed up, frustration rolling through her. That frustration only became fury as Saint pulled out of her, but it was gone in a heartbeat as he spun her away from him and brought her back down on his cock, spearing her from behind.
His breath fanned her nape as he clutched her thigh, holding her off him, and pumped her hard and fast, ripping a moan from her with each thrust. His other hand delved between her thighs and she cried out as he stroked and teased her, breathed harder as the need mounting inside her reached a crescendo but still refused to break.
Holly growled and reached over her head, clutched Saint’s nape and pulled him to her, clawed at him and scented blood. He growled, sending a thrill rushing through her, and she clawed again, on fire with a need only one thing could sate.
“You sure?” he muttered and licked her neck, had shivers chasing over her as she ached for him to go through with it, to give her what she wanted.
“Yes,” she cried as Saint drove into her, as he kissed her nape again.
“This is forever, Holly.”
Was he determined to make her mad at him?
The sensible part of her said he was only trying to give her an out, but the rest of her said to hell with it. This was what she wanted. Saint. Forever.
“Forever with the man I love?” She panted those words. “Think I can handle that.”
Saint stilled. Infuriating bear.
“Man you love?”
She growled and twisted, unable to wait another second. He fell forwards as she tried to move to face him, and she ended up on her back on the furs with him on top of her. He pressed his hand into the floor, holding himself off her, his dark eyes searching hers.
“You love me?” he whispered.
She nodded. “I love you.”
He smiled, warming her to her bones. “I love you too.”
But he still didn’t look as if he was going to bite her.
She was about to take matters into her own hands when he reared back, flipped her onto her front and filled her again in one hard thrust. She swayed forwards, groaned as he grabbed her and pulled her up to him, sitting again.
Cried out as his fangs plunged into her nape.
Pleasure detonated inside her, rolled through every inch of her to stun her as he thrust deep inside her, his length throbbing as he spilled, as she quivered and milked him. Bliss ebbed and flowed through her as he gently moved inside her, as he held her with his fangs, and it wasn’t only hers. It was his too. It curled through her together with his feelings, love that she could sense in him now.
When he finally released her and pulled out of her, she twisted to face him, settled herself astride his thighs and kissed him. The taste of her blood on his tongue ignited another fierce hunger, one she obeyed as she pushed up on her knees, as she caught his cheek and turned his head.
Sank her fangs into his nape.
He groaned and growled, and she moaned with him, the earthy taste of him on her tongue sending another fierce hit of pleasure rolling through her.
She forced herself to release him, eased back and stared into his eyes, catching the love shining in them as he gazed at her, as their bond slowly wove them together. Beautiful. Unbreakable.
“Love you,” he murmured, brushed his knuckles across her cheek and looked at her in a way she thought a male never would.
As if she was his entire world.
“Love you too.” She rewarded him with a kiss, one that warmed her all over and made her feel light inside.
She had come to Cougar Creek to escape being unable to find a male, and instead she had run into her mate.
A bear who had taken her captive, but in the end, she had been the one to steal something from him.
She had stolen his heart.
And now he was hers.
Forever.
The End
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Cameo couldn’t believe the turn her life had taken. Being on the run from a drug cartel had not been in her binder, but apparently she couldn’t plan everything that was going to happen to her. She swallowed her desire to curse as she kept her eyes fixed on her boots, carefully watching her footing as she navigated a particularly treacherous stretch of the narrow dirt trail that cut through the forest, hugging the base of a steep white mountain.
Even though she tried to keep her focus on not falling into the pines and firs that lined the slope to her right, part of it kept drifting to behind her. She tensed and froze as a sound echoed through the forest and she imagined someone was there, closing in on her. Her heart lodged in her throat, hammering there, and her breaths came faster, fogging in the chilly air. She resisted the urge to hurry onwards and started slowly moving again. Rushing was a sure-fire way of making herself trip and if she fell and hurt herself out here, only one of three things was going to happen.
She would freeze to death.
One of the local predators would eat her.
Or the men she was sure were following her would catch her.
Cameo breathed hard as the trail narrowed even further and sharply began to ascend to a part of the forest where the trees were sparser and the snow had been able to settle on the ground. She held back another curse. This wasn’t good.
Her breath misted in the air in front of her face as she picked her way over a tangled root that crossed the path, gripped a whip-thin sapling with her left hand and eased along a section of trail that had a sharp downwards angle to it that made
her feel the mountain was determined to hurl her off it. Sweat dampened her brow beneath her thick woollen hat, irritating her. She wanted to wipe it away, but she wasn’t about to remove her gloves. The temperature was declining rapidly as the afternoon wore on and she couldn’t afford to lose any more of her body heat. She wasn’t sure she would be able to light a fire to warm up when it got too dark for her to continue.
They might see it.
They might find her.
Cameo wasn’t sure how they had caught up with her.
Back in Banff, she had been sure she had lost them, had started to relax while stocking up on supplies and had even spent the night in a motel, but then a red SUV had tailed her rental to the outskirts of the town and hadn’t left her rear view for close to fifty miles. When she had taken a precautionary detour to prove to herself that she was just being jittery and she wasn’t being followed, the SUV had remained on her tail.
Cameo had panicked and tried to lose them, had made it far enough ahead of them that they would have lost sight of her on the winding highway, and had turned down another road.
She had picked a doozy.
The road she had thought would lead her north towards another main road had led her to what amounted to little more than a forestry track. Recent tyre tracks had given her hope that she would find a cabin somewhere at the end of it, some place where she could call for help even when she hated the thought of pulling anyone into danger. When she had reached the end of the track, there had been several vehicles parked there, all of them covered in snow.
Cameo had parked her car next to them, dressed quickly for the weather and grabbed her backpack, and hadn’t stuck around. She had headed into the mountains, following a trail at first, but she lost it somewhere in the woods as a storm had closed in and had ended up taking a quick break to check the map in her pack.
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