by Honey Jans
"Come on, baby bear, let's go see what Ma left us to eat.” He saw Lane wince at the private nickname and smiled. He'd been dubbed Papa being the oldest, and Tyson much to his chagrin Mama, being a sympathetic telepath. Striding toward the cabin where, as expected, all the lights were lit and smoke was drifting out of the chimney meaning the fire was lit in the fireplace, he finally started to relax. The spa would be filled and ready for him too. Ma knew he'd be stiff and sore after the supposed peace parlay. After he loosened up, all he'd need was a cold beer and a helping of some of Ma's home cooking and he'd be back to normal.
"Hold it,” Lane said.
Lane's tense tone told Cruz something was up. He and Tyson turned to him in unison to see him looking at his divers watch. If the electronics whiz was worried about one of his sensors something was seriously fucked up. “What's up?” Cruz looked down at his matching watch to see the luminous dial glowed red, telling them by heat signature that an intruder was inside. Ma would be long gone by now and the cabin locked up tight, so who was inside? Cruz felt his tension shoot up like a Geiger counter.
"I knew these things would come in handy one day,” Lane crowed.
At least playing with his gadgets had brought the kid out of his funk. Shit, he couldn't believe that he'd missed the fact that there was an intruder. He glanced Tyson's way and saw the same shocked look on the telepath's face. Knowing Tyson usually sensed danger before they met it didn't make him feel any better. Had the Sundowners broken through the shields after all? He gave hand signals and the boys took flanking positions, one on either side of him. He stuck his key in the lock braced for an attack. The door popped open before he could turn the key in the lock. Fuck! The damned place was unlocked and the shields were down. Ma wouldn't have left it that way. The dizzying scent of a female Werebear in heat hit him like a brick, making him growl under his breath as his cock stirred. He knew the boys felt it too as they growled low in their throats. Damn! He surveyed the empty room, seeing the shoes by the door, women's sandals, one strap broken. “We've got company,” he said under his breath.
"She smells like heaven,” Lane said, slipping past him and into the room.
Cruz shot his younger brother a wry look. “I thought you were in love."
Lane gave him a chagrinned look. “Sheila hasn't mated me yet. So I'm still on the marriage mart."
Tyson rolled his eyes. “Don't you know a trap when you see one, cub?"
"Keep it down and watch out for the Sundowner's clan,” Cruz cautioned. He didn't feel them. As a matter of fact, all he felt was horny, but he wouldn't be led around by his cock. Cruz moved out without saying a word and the boys joined in on the hunt. Entering the kitchen he spied a dirty bowl and spoon on the breakfast bar. “Five o'clock,” he said under his breath and the boys turned toward it. “Someone's been eating my chili."
"Bold housebreaker,” Lane said.
"And hungry,” Tyson agreed. “Not your typical bear swain, I think."
Cruz could feel it too. There was something different but tempting about her, like she was a rare hybrid. “Maybe the Sundowners wanted to send us a message. They can get to us anytime. I wonder if she's still here,” Cruz said, starting a search. He saw one of Ma's prize afghans on the floor next to his leather wing chair. “Someone's been sitting in my chair,” he said under his breath.
Tyson chuckled beside him. “Sounds like Goldilocks. I wonder if she's in my bed."
Cruz frowned at the slang term for a mortal woman who threw herself at Werebears because of their sexual prowess. He'd never much liked the way his kind made light of the softer emotions.
"An ugly mug like you couldn't get that lucky,” Lane teased.
Moving back out into the hall he picked up her scent mingled with jasmine bath oil. Had she actually stopped to take a bath? He couldn't help smiling at her audacity, but it wouldn't stop him from dropping the hammer on her. His body tightened in anticipation. He stopped short at the bathroom door. The tub was empty but her clothes were strewn across the floor. A glance took in a mud-stained white blouse with red chili stains and a pair of denim shorts followed by a matching set of red satin bra and panties.
She was all but leading him by his dick to the bedroom...where she'd no doubt try to blow him away. Anticipation unfurled inside him making him feel alive again when he bent to pick up the red bra. He could swear it still carried her body heat and it smelled like her—strawberries and woman. “Someone's been using my spa,” Cruz said as his hand tightened on the lingerie.
Lane nodded. “It's a little departure from the storybook, but intriguing,” he added with a grin.
Tyson winced when he looked at the empty bottle of bath oil. “Shit, she used the last of Carol's jasmine bath oil, big sister's going to kill us."
"Don't sweat it; I ordered another bottle for her birthday.” Cruz grinned when he saw his brother's relief. Carol could be hell on wheels, but she was family. “Come on, let's go find her."
They moved silently toward the bedrooms, looking for their naked spy. They walked past Lane's room with its waterbed, empty.
Lane poked his head in the door and grumbled, “Shucks."
Tyson grinned. “Better luck next time, kid,” he said and strode toward his room with its antique sleigh bed. “Damn,” he grumbled, finding it empty. Then he turned to look at Cruz. “Only one bed left."
Cruz let out a long suffering sigh. Shit. This wasn't starting out well, not when the very thought of her had him primed and horny. “That's kind of what I figured."
Tyson smiled. “I'm sure you can handle one little virgin bear."
He surged into the room and froze, taking in a sexy seminude Goldilocks sleeping in his bed. Shit, she was wearing his robe. Someone was playing a warped joke on him. Her golden curls spread out around her head like a halo and her closed eyelashes looked like angels wings. He gulped. “Goldilocks is sleeping in my bed, it seems."
Tyson grinned. “Someone really wanted to get leverage against you."
Cruz didn't know why she was there; he just knew he needed to get rid of her before he did something really stupid like give in to temptation to fuck her. The front of her robe slipped open to display cleavage voluptuous enough to make a monk horny and he was no monk. His fascinated gaze lingered on the dusky edge of her perfect pink nipples, like ripe strawberries, and his cock came to life. She'd look hotter than hell wearing emerald nipple clamps. He let out another growl, his cock straining at his pants. She wasn't a Sundowner, he recognized all their females.
"Some guys have all the luck,” Lane cut in joking. “Care to share, bro? I could help you interrogate her."
Lane knew the rules, whoever made her come the hardest got to keep her. In essence it was up to the female to choose her mates. And despite his earlier feelings, he wanted her more than he could possibly explain. Feeling territorial, Cruz stepped up to her. “She's mine,” he blurted out, startling himself. Her eyes popped open, huge, sapphire blue, and shocked, and he felt like he'd been sucker punched. Change that to sapphire nipple clamps. He watched her nipples bud.
He watched her mouth drop open in a perfect O of surprise and asked, “Want to tell me what you're doing in my bed, Goldilocks?"
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Chapter 3
Honey stared back at Cruz Bear in drowsy wonder. She recognized the leader of a rival pack even though she knew he wouldn't recognize her. She wasn't mating material so why should he? All her erogenous zones sizzled to life as she stared at him, her eyes widening when she detected his aura's glow. Damn, her weird non talent was getting worse. Maybe Jolene was right and she was losing her mind. On top of that, she was reacting like a dame in heat but she couldn't be. So why was her body tingling, her nipples stiffening, her pussy creaming? Her hungry gaze latched onto Cruz seeking answers. His aura glowed red hot, the atmosphere crackled around him, and she practically drooled. Yum! Licking her lips, she found her voice. “Maybe I was waiting for you, Papa Bear.” The narrowing of Cr
uz's dark eyes should have given her a clue to his mood, but she was too caught up in fantasyland to notice.
"Were you now?” he asked.
She smiled as he came closer, moving with an aggressive stride that took her breath away. He was close enough to reach out and touch if she dared and her fingers itched to do just that. But she didn't want an audience even if they were part of the dream team. She frowned at Tyson and Lane and they started to waver before her very eyes. Holy cow was she doing that?
"Just concentrate on me, baby,” Cruz said gruffly.
Her fascinated gaze flew back to Cruz, her heart doing a little pitter pat as his brothers vanished. She refused to believe that she'd made them poof. More likely they were powerful enough to transport with a thought. Cruz's impatient growl drew her attention away from the puzzle of his vanishing brothers. He towered over her looking like the dangerous predator he was but for some crazy reason she wasn't afraid of him. She'd never heard of him harming an innocent. Somehow she trusted him not to harm her. He might break her heart but he wouldn't kill her.
Even from a few inches apart, his body heat rippled through her, making her glow. She could feel her cheeks redden as she focused on his ruggedly handsome face. Then her fascinated gaze traveled down his powerful body to his skintight leather pants and she gulped. Damn, judging by the bulge, he was huge. In turn his sultry gaze lazily swept down her body making her burn. His hot gaze lingered on her bare breasts and her nipples budded for him. Bare breasts! Gadzooks, she was flashing him. The robe had come open, a provocative, slutty display. Even as she squirmed on the sheets she didn't move to cover up. “You've got my undivided attention, Papa Bear."
He frowned, saying softly, “Do I now?"
If she wanted to find out what it was like to get properly laid he was the ideal candidate. After all, she'd had the hots for him for years. “Of course you do. It's just like in the fairy tale, don't you see?” she murmured.
"So I found you in my bed and now you're mine,” he said, reaching for her.
Honey let out a breathy gasp when his hand closed over her shoulder, sending a zing through her, curling her toes. A force field seemed to snap between them and she watched his cock actually pop the zipper on his leather pants. She let out a stunned gasp. It was almost like she was drawing power from him, but how?
"Damn,” he growled, looking down at his burst zipper for a moment and then looking at her inquisitively.
Honey knew exactly how confused he felt. Then everything seemed to happen at once. He came down on top of her with a throaty growl of satisfaction. She moaned, spreading her legs to make a nest for his rigid cock against her creaming sex.
"I don't care who the fuck sent you to trap me,” he said gruffly, gazing down at her. “You're mine, Goldilocks, and I play for keeps."
A thrill went through her at his vow, even though she knew he wouldn't keep it. It was the answer to her wet dreams, but she knew better than to believe in them. As soon as he took her, he'd realize she was a fraud and dump her, but she wanted a little taste of paradise before it fizzled. “You talk too much,” she grumbled, before kissing his tight jaw.
He groaned in response and pressed her down into the mattress, claiming her with a fierce kiss. She wriggled a little against him, shuddering and kissed him back. Heat and instinct seemed to take over as a fire swept through her. He nipped her lower lip and she trembled, opening her mouth for him, sizzling when his tongue surged inside, taking her mouth, just like she wanted him to take her sex. He tasted heavenly, like coffee, chocolate, and honey. She let out a little growl of her own, surprising herself. Then his hand slipped down between their bodies to cup her mound and she gasped.
"Like that, do you, Goldilocks?” he said, then let out a low masculine chuckle.
She blushed, but couldn't deny that she loved it. He stroked her again and she whimpered, pulsing hot and heavy against his hand.
"Tell me,” he demanded, pinching her clit a little.
She cried out at the little hint of pain and moisture poured out of her pulsing slit. “Yes, I love it. More please,” she begged, lifting her ass off the bed to arch toward that teasing hand. She was going to find out if this bear stud was really as big as the rumors had it.
"Good, my naughty Goldilocks,” he said with a growl. “Deny me nothing and I'll give you everything.” He let out a low growl, pushing back the robe to bare her. She went still.
Honey quivered as he said the magic words from her dream. Damn, was he the phantom lover who'd haunted her dreams? Taking her just so far before fizzling away? Now she knew why the fates had sent her to him. Not that he'd believe it for a minute. She was no beauty, certainly not long-limbed and athletic like her Were counterparts. She was a rounded, softer mortal. But when she saw the look of sultry wonder in his dark swirling eyes, it made her blood heat and melted any doubts. He looked like he wanted to devour her and it thrilled her to the core.
"Mine,” Cruz said, cupping her breast and squeezing.
"Yes,” she said with a moan at the display of dominance. She wanted to find out what it would like to be on the bottom. He pinched her nipples, rolling them between his thumbs and forefingers, tugging on them as she let out an extended whimper of need. She pressed her eager sex to him, dry humping his leg, arching into him, crying out as she exploded.
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Chapter 4
Cruz felt the last shred of his self-control crumble as Goldilocks came for him. The mating fever she was exuding washed over him, undeniable and definitely tasty. She was like a gift from the gods and who was he to turn down such splendor? If she brought him to his doom so be it. For tonight he'd live. “Spread your legs for me, Goldilocks; show me you really want me.” He groaned when she obeyed him, parting her long legs to show him her perfect, pink, wet sex, her swollen clit. God, but he wanted her. His fingers traced a path down her slick sex, to home in on her swollen clit. She cried out, closing her eyes, arching off the bed, as he played with the sensitive nub. “That's it, love. Go wild for me."
Cruz kept his thumb on her clit, and slipped one finger into her tight wet sheath, before his little finger ghosted her anus. She quivered, as if startled by the dark caress, and then moaned, as he finger fucked her that way, her body clutching at him. When he couldn't take it anymore, he shed his ripped pants, still amazed that she'd been able to make him pop them freeing the animal in him, and settled between her warm thighs.
He rubbed the tingling head of his cock against her creamy sex, and she lifted her ass off the bed, trying to complete their union, her eyes squeezed shut. Damn it all, he wasn't going to let her reduce him to just some blind, anonymous fuck. “Tell me your name, Goldilocks,” he demanded.
He watched her eyes pop open, and smiled when her steamy, pleading, gaze locked with his, like she really saw him, really wanted him.
"My name is Honey,” she said with a sigh.
He swallowed a hungry groan. Of course it was. She was so sweet he was tempted to lick her all over. She could have her pick of any stud. Why him? “Do you really want me, Honey?” he demanded, rubbing the head of his swollen cock against her again, teasing her a little, making her hiss with pleasure. The sound sent a shock wave of need through him.
"Oh yes,” she said with a needy moan.
Satisfied for now, he plunged into her and winced when she cried out in pain. Damn, he wasn't used to deflowering virgin bears or whatever the hell she was. He watched her bite her lip and look up at him shamefacedly, like she expected him to reject her. What gives? Then her pulsing cunt milked at his swelling cock, sending tingles through him, and driving him out of his mind and he stopped thinking. He'd find out her secrets later. Right now, they needed to mate. He rocked into her again and again, drinking in her fevered cries. Feeling himself grow inside her even more to an extent he'd never felt before. It was as if the goddesses were saying this was right. As he neared paradise, he ground against her, wanting to make it goo
d for her. As good as she made him feel. Then she cried out coming, screaming his name. He growled deep, his balls tightening as he shot his load, coming over and over again as he slowly filled her with his seed. She clung to him, her after spasms guiding him as he completed their union. Then he rolled off her, pulling her close to his side as he came back to earth. When she let out a pleasured sigh and cuddled against him, he drank it in as his due.
But lying there in the afterglow as their auras still bathed the room in a rosy glow, he became suddenly wary. Why was she here? He'd been too horny to get the truth out of her a few moments ago. On the bright side, she wasn't turning against him as many Were females would, trying to rip out his jugular or his balls. And her clan wasn't attacking, sensing that he was in a weakened position. It went to support his theory that she was other. Hell, he ought to know about being weird, being an outsider himself. Only Ma knew his true colors. More mystic than true Werebear, he had powers the others didn't know of. But laying here speculating about her wasn't getting the job done. Now that he'd taken her, it was his job to protect her even if it pissed her off.
He let go of her, smiling at her groan of protest. At least he knew she wasn't lying to him where this was concerned. She'd wanted him as much as he'd wanted her. “Come on,” he said, rolling out of bed. The love-drunk look Honey gave him almost made him relent, climb back into bed, and rock her world again. But he needed to plan, and he sensed that she needed more from him than a roll in the hay. Instead of giving in to his animal urges, he reached out for her hand and tugged the protesting golden-haired beauty out of his bed. Just the sight of her naked curves was enough to stir his senses and jumpstart his cock again.
He groaned as all the blood drew out of his head making it swim and quickly manifested his robe back on her, tying the sash firmly around her waist. He didn't know who he wanted to cover her from more, himself or his lusty brothers. He already knew that if she stayed she'd have them too, as part of her harem. It was their way and he accepted it even if the possessive part of him didn't like it one bit. It was one of the main reasons he'd never gone for the mating ritual. He'd seen it turn out tragically. Now he was well and truly stuck. Even as his natural reluctance reasserted itself, her feisty grumbled protest as he covered her made him smile. They were paired if only temporarily and he could handle it.