Chapter Six – Vicky
She knew it was moving too fast, but she couldn’t stop it, and didn’t want to stop it. If any of her normal, human friends had told her they had slept with a man they had only just met, she would have told them they were stupid. Yet here she was, half-naked, with Dermot sucking her breasts, making heat pool between her thighs and her clit ache for his mouth to lick her there too.
Her cheeks flushed at the thought. That would be too much, too intimate. But damn it, if she didn’t want him to stroke and lick every part of her body.
He broke away from her breasts, and she wanted to object, but when he stood before her and began to remove his clothes, she decided that seeing him naked was worth the loss, but only for a moment.
First, he undid his shirt, and her fingers itched to run across his smooth chest and touch his nipples; then she would follow the trail down lower, to touch his cock, which was bulging in his pants. No. Wait, he was undoing his belt and dropping his pants. She no longer had to imagine what he looked like.
She didn’t have to worry about whether he wanted her, it was much too obvious. His huge cock was proud and erect in front of him. Vicky came towards him and reached out to touch him, fascinated by him. Silken skin covered a hard rod of desire; she stroked her hand up and down his length, listening to his sharp intakes of breath.
“Why don’t you get naked too,” he whispered when he finally had some control over his emotions. His hands were fumbling as he tried to focus, while her hands stroked his cock. Then he hardened his resolve to undress her, and his hands went to her jeans and undid the button. Pushing them down off her hips, he let them fall to the floor. “Step out,” he commanded.
She did as he asked, trying not to think about how naked she was, in front of this man who was a complete stranger. But he was her mate too. She had to keep telling herself that. They might have just met, but they were everything to each other. From the moment they met, they were each other’s world, and he might just be the thing to fill the emptiness in her heart.
Dermot moved closer, his hands cupping her breasts, massaging them in his large hands. It felt divine, and the heat between her legs grew in intensity, her sex throbbing to be touched and teased in the same way. Although part of her wanted to draw back and hide from him.
Inside her head, her reindeer stood alert, wanting to join with her mate, wanting to complete their relationship in the most primal way. Vicky wanted the same thing, and Dermot knew how to give her what she needed.
He led her to the bed, easing her down and then lying next to her, stroking her skin, caressing her body with his fingers. She lay still, barely breathing as he brought her to the height of her arousal. She wanted him inside her.
“Please,” she said, urging him on.
“Are you sure?” He kissed her, his lips firm on hers, his tongue slipping inside her mouth. As he drew back, questioning her, she knew that she had never wanted anything more in her life. She needed him. Maybe Mrs. McKinley was right and the reason to come to Bear Bluff was so that she would find Dermot. Perhaps he was the thing she needed to turn her life around.
“Yes,” she answered, burying her head in his shoulder, nipping his skin, drawing her tongue along his neck, and then sucking on his ear lobe until he groaned in submission.
Dermot moved his hand down over her stomach, his fingers brushing her mound, and then he rubbed them against her clit, making her world explode. She whimpered against his neck, taking in the scent of him, allowing it to reassure her.
Taking her courage in her hands she opened her legs for him, allowing him to press deeper. Dermot moved, slowly, gently, teasing her with his fingers, feeling her heat. Confident she was ready for him, he moved, his body slipping between her thighs, and he lifted his weight onto one elbow, and used his free hand to guide himself into her wet sex.
She tensed at the invasion, and he comforted her, telling her it was all right. Trying to relax, she lifted her hand to stroke his back, feeling the hard muscles under his skin as he tensed and relaxed, moving to press deeper inside her. Then he stopped: what was wrong?
“I’ll take it slow,” he said, “and try not to hurt you.” He pressed forward, and then thrust harder, ripping through her innocence. She gasped, her nails digging into his flesh.
Breathe, she told herself.
Dermot eased back out of her, and then thrust forward again, his cock rubbing against her inner walls. As the pain subsided, she began to allow herself to enjoy him making love to her. Soon, the only sensations she felt were good ones, his body worshipping hers with each long lunge in and out of her.
He kissed her neck, along her collarbone, and then moved his body so he could claim her nipple in his mouth. She gasped as he grazed his teeth over it, the hard bud sending wonderful signals to her brain, which heightened her arousal until she felt her orgasm so close she could reach out and touch it.
Wrapping her legs around him, she urged him on, and he responded, confident now she was enjoying his affections. Harder, faster, he took her. She lifted her hips to meet him with each thrust, wanting to be his equal, to have some part in the pleasure that was unfolding between them.
Then he lunged forward hard, pressing deep inside her and crying out in pleasure. His cock pulsed inside her, his seed spurting deep into her sex and filling her with the potential of life. Would they conceive a child? She hadn’t given it any thought, and as quickly as the idea came to her, it was swept away by her climax, which crashed into her, making her cry out his name.
He kissed her, caressed her as she came back down to Earth. They were both utterly spent, their breathing laboured, bodies moist with heat, but mingled in with that was satisfaction. They had found each other and learned they fitted together perfectly.
Vicky closed her eyes, wanting to savour this moment with him. All the anxiety she had suffered over the last few months melted away. She wanted to stay here with him, cocooned from the world for as long as possible.
And then her phone rang.
“It’s OK. Leave it,” she said when he reached to pass her the phone, which was on the nightstand.
“What if it’s important?” he asked and grabbed it, passing it to her. “I don’t mind, if that's what you're worried about. My brothers are always calling me at the worst possible times.”
She took it, and looked at the number on the display. Her face flushed red; she couldn’t answer it, not with Dermot there. “It’s OK. No one important,” she said as she let it ring.
“You sure?” He looked at her, reading her face. She couldn’t look at him, and turned away, putting her phone down.
“Absolutely. I’ll speak to them when they call back.”
And right on cue, the phone began to ring again. She held her breath, what should she do?
“Would you mind giving me a moment while I take it? I’ll tell them I’m busy.”
“Sure,” he said, slipping out of bed and pulling his pants on. “Coffee?”
“Yes, please. Milk, no sugar.” She held the phone to her chest, waiting for him to go out of the room before answering it. “Yes?”
“Vicky, thank goodness,” a worried voice exclaimed.
“What do you want?” she asked. “I’m busy.”
“Busy doing what? Do you know what day it is?” the voice asked.
“Of course I do,” she hissed. “But I told you, I can’t help you.”
“You at least have to try.”
“I have tried, but something is wrong.”
“You could still come, he might be able to help you,” the man’s voice said, a hint of desperation contained in his words.
“I don’t think anything can help me. I’m sorry, but I have other plans now.”
“Other plans?” His voice was astonished. “Vicky, stop being the victim here and get yourself to where you know you have to be.”
“I am where I have to be. I have found my mate, and I am not leaving. You will have to go ahead without me.”
“That’s just it, Vicky, I don’t think we can. We need you.”
“I’m sorry. Please don't call again.” She ended the call, blinking back tears of desperation. Then she slid the phone under her pillow, out of sight.
Chapter Seven – Dermot
“Everything OK?” he asked, passing her a cup of coffee. “You look upset. I never asked you before. I should have, but is it another man? I mean, we are mates, but you might have been dating before … us.”
“No,” she said shaking her head. “Nothing like that at all.” However, he could tell there was something bothering her and he needed to help.
“If you need to talk, that’s what I’m here for,” he said, sitting on the edge of the bed, not sure what he was supposed to do or say.
“I know,” she said. “And thank you.”
“But we are complete strangers,” he finished for her.
“Yes. I mean I know how much you mean to me, but it doesn’t mean we can know everything about each other in an instant.” She took a sip of her coffee, watching him over the rim of her mug.
“So where do we begin?” he asked. “I suppose we can tell each other what we do. I’m a paramedic, as you might have guessed.”
“The ambulance did kind of give it away,” she said smiling, making his heart race with desire. She was so beautiful; her eyes lit up when she smiled, although there was a part of her deep inside, where happiness didn’t reach. Dermot wanted to grab it and pull it out into the light, chase it from her so she would always be filled with joy and love.
“I have lived in Bear Bluff all my life. I have two brothers, and although we had a reputation for being a little … mischievous when we were younger, we all came good. My brother Declan is the sheriff of Bear Bluff and my younger brother is a firefighter.”
“And do they have mates?” she asked.
“No. Or at least, they didn’t. But there seems to be more Christmas magic than usual in the air tonight. I think we have all got lucky.” He shook his head in bewilderment, missing the pained expression as it crossed her face. “What about you?”
“There is nothing much to tell,” she said evasively.
“That can’t be true. You turn up in Bear Bluff the night before Christmas Eve—where did you come from?” He smiled, trying to put her at her ease. “You are real, aren't you?”
“I am real, but I … I don’t want to talk about it. Not yet. I don’t want to spoil this moment.”
He put his mug down on the nightstand and slipped into bed beside her. “I won’t press you, if you don’t want to talk. Just tell me one thing. Are you in some kind of trouble? Because if this big, bad bear needs to protect you, it’s best I know now.”
She snuggled next to him, something he found he really liked. “Nothing like that.”
Although he wasn’t sure. After the phone call she seemed wary and more distant; whoever was on the other end of the line had upset her. But true to his word, he didn’t press her for answers. She was right: this was a good night, for them alone. Anything else could wait until the morning.
Chapter Eight – Vicky
She woke up in a strange bed, with a strange man. It took her a moment to remember everything that had happened. It took her a moment more to realise this was the happiest she had felt for weeks. Sitting up in bed, trying not to wake him, she tried to tell if she was back to normal, if things were how they were supposed to be. Her reindeer told her no.
Her hope slipped away. She had thought that maybe one night with her mate, her true mate, would have made her feel more like her normal self, not that there was anything normal about her. It wasn’t just the fact she could turn into a reindeer that made her different; she was born with a gift more special than that, a gift that she had lost and she wasn’t sure why.
That was what frightened her. If she didn’t know why, then how could she ever hope to reclaim it?
“Hi, beautiful,” Dermot said, making her jump. “Sorry, you were miles away.”
She heard the concern in his voice and knew she had to get a grip on herself, or she would have to explain things to him and she didn't want to, not yet. He would think she was such a failure.
“Morning. I was just thinking how things had changed, you know, since we met. Yesterday I hadn't set foot in Bear Bluff. Now I have a mate, and a new life, I guess.”
He rested his head on one hand, looking at her, stroking her arm affectionately with his free hand. “I have always lived in Bear Bluff, like I told you, but if there is somewhere else you need to be, somewhere you want to live, I can be flexible. I’m not some big old bear who is going to demand you leave everything you have behind and move here to be my wife.”
She stroked his chest, feeling the warmth of his body, and knew if she didn’t get out of bed, they would probably spend all day her making love. And as wonderful as that sounded, she needed to eat. If not, she would be the grumpy bear, not a good thing when you haven’t even been on a first date.
“You know, I have no proper food in the cabin,” she said. “All I have is some fruit juice and a couple of bars of candy.” She moved away from him, about to swing her legs over the side of the bed and get up when she remembered she was naked. Searching around, she couldn’t remember where her clothes had ended up last night, or if her robe had made it out of the suitcase.
“We can go to the diner,” he said, scooting out of the bed butt naked, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Taking her courage in both hands, plus the sheet to cover her a little, she did the same, feeling embarrassed by her curvy thighs and voluptuous breasts, but he didn’t seem to mind. Relax, she told herself, losing the sheet and grabbing some fresh underwear and a clean shirt. She pulled on the same jeans she had worn yesterday; they would be the most sensible thing to wear in the snow.
“OK?” he asked, now fully dressed and waiting by the door for her. “Or do you want me to make the bed?”
“My, you are house-trained,” she said.
“I have been waiting for you for a very long time,” he said, pulling her to him. “So I have had to learn to look after myself.”
“You’re not the kind of old-fashioned guy who wants to chain their woman to the kitchen sink, then?” she asked lightly, although her body was responding to him in the most delicious ways.
“Most certainly not,” he said, lowering his head so he could whisper in her ear, his breath caching on her neck. “I wouldn’t chain you to the kitchen sink. That would be a waste. But I might chain you to the bed instead.”
Then he kissed her, pulling her close so she could feel the strength of his arousal against her thigh. It took all her resolve not to place her hand on his cock and make him want to drag her back to bed. However, when her stomach growled, he broke away and said, “Come on, let’s eat. I want to keep your strength up. I am hoping we have plenty of calories to burn off in bed when we get back.”
“Don’t you have any plans for today?” she asked as she grabbed her coat and they made their way outside.
“No,” he said, gasping as the cold took his breath away. The snow was falling thickly, the courtyard covered with a generous layer of white. When she glanced upwards, the clouds looked heavy with more snow, and he turned to her, smiling. “I think a prolonged period of hibernation might be in order for this bear.”
“Is that right? Well I don’t have a cave for you. Maybe Mrs. McKinley has an old shed you can sleep in.”
“I was thinking more of your bed,” he said, his voice rising so she could hear him through the snow, which was determined to muffle any noise.
She laughed, and then bent down and picked up a handful of snow, rolling it into a snowball and throwing it at him. He ducked, and it sailed over his head, but he seemed to be happy to join in her game, and while he led her to the diner, they threw snowballs back and forth until they were both wet, cold, and gasping for breath.
“I am going to treat myself to hot chocolate,” she said as they sat
down, at a table.
“I might join you. This is Christmas Eve, after all; I think, considering the circumstances, a little self-indulgence is deserved.” He saw her face fall. “Hey, you OK? Did I hit a nerve? Have you lost someone, is that why you came here on your own for Christmas?”
It was as close as he could get to guessing the real reason she saw here, and part of her, the part with four feet and antlers, wanted to tell him the truth, to see if he could help them. But she couldn’t tell him; he would think she was absolutely bonkers. “Not someone. Something,” she said, and then the waitress arrived and Vicky concentrated on the menu, avoiding his eyes.
“I’ll have a full breakfast,” Dermot said, closing the menu and looking over at Vicky. “Going to have the same?”
“I might,” she said. “Yes. I will. And hot chocolate, please.”
“Two breakfasts, two chocolates, Linda, thanks,” he said.
“No problem.” She kept glancing at Vicky, and then couldn’t resist asking, “So, are you two … you know … an item?”
“We certainly are.” Dermot grinned.
“I never thought I’d see the day. Now if you can just find the perfect mates for those brothers of yours, we can all rest easy. Town thinks you three are the bears with the biggest sore heads this time of year.” With that, she flicked her ponytail and turned around, leaving Dermot grinning even more broadly.
“You really do have a reputation,” Vicky said, bemused.
“We were only ribbing Declan yesterday about being bah humbug. Or bear humbug. Wow, hard to believe we won’t be sitting in the bar next year, drowning our sorrows before our Christmas shifts.”
“Do you have to work today?” she asked.
“No. Tim took my shift. He’s just moved here and has no family, said he would rather spend it at the hospital. They put on a real good show for the kids, and other patients that have to spend Christmas on the ward.”
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