by Honey Jans
"Let me have a taste."
She leaned forward, trembling on the brink, knowing that there was no way she was backing away from the challenge. Then his mouth brushed over hers, his aura mingled with hers, and she closed her eyes and kissed him back. He was different than Cruz, a little more tentative, but nice. When he pulled back to gaze into her eyes, she was breathless. Tyson's grin told her he read her mood. His flaming gaze passed over her breasts and her nipples budded hard while her sex was suddenly drenched. Damn!
A tingle of anticipation made her heart race. Tyson seemed to read the surrender in her eyes, muttered something that sounded like thank you and leaned in to kiss her again. She bit back a growl as his hot mouth slanted over hers. Damn, the hunky Werebear could kiss. Then he pulled her into his arms. Her budded nipples brushed against his chest and a jolt went through her.
"Nice,” he said, sitting down and lifting her onto his lap. “Don't let it throw you, love. It's your choice and I want you too."
A blush heated her all over as her sensitized sex pressed against his growing erection. She tried her best not to squirm and drive them both insane. Well, that had firmly put the ball in her corner. “I'll do my best, but I'm kind of new at this. I've never been trained to handle a harem."
Tyson grinned. “I think you're a natural, sugar. How about you consider me your test subject?"
Honey bit her lip, more tempted than she wanted to admit. What the hell, she'd let nature take its course. “I do have this seduction theory I'd like to test out."
"I think I can tick off a few of your boxes, sugar,” Tyson said with a slow smile. “You've got yourself a new addition to your harem, Goldilocks."
Emboldened as the fever hit her, she leaned forward the few inches it took to kiss him. His husky growl thrilled her. She broke the kiss to nibble his jaw.
"What's next?” he asked, groaning.
"Now we see if I can seduce you,” she said, looking up at the gleam in his dark eyes.
"Sugar, I'm seduced,” Tyson groaned.
Encouraged as she felt the sexual tension build, she smiled, adding, “With your pants on."
"Not fair,” he complained with a husky laugh as she shimmied off his lap to tongue his flat nipple through his white tee-shirt, making it hard.
He let out a growl.
Honey smiled against his moist skin. If she didn't undress him, he wouldn't know how inept she was at this. She scattered kisses down his washboard abs, feeling them contract under her mouth as he hardened and groaned under her ministrations. Then she was over the hardness of his cock. It jutted out for her practically jumping under her ministrations as she knelt on the floor. Her lips skimmed over the hard ridge under his chinos and she ached to really taste him. Instead she settled for pressing her tongue flat against his cock and stroking up. His cock grew so stiff his snaps popped and he let out a pained growl.
"Have mercy and let me loose before I get a case of blue balls that cripples me."
"So you're really seduced,” she asked, before licking up his shaft, pleased that she'd gotten such a fevered response from him.
"Totally, little queen,” he said with a growl. “Please."
She gave him another lick, craving his taste and his cock popped out hard, ebony black, and pulsing with life. She took a moment to admire it for a moment and he groaned. It wasn't as long as Cruz's but it was bigger around. A drop of pre-cum glistened on the tip as if drawing her and she leaned in to lap it off, bringing a groan from both of them. Then she swirled her tongue around his cock's head, flicking against the flap before opening up to take him in. She savored the taste of him, like honey and man drawing on him until he was bucking under her, his balls drawing tight to his body, and then he howled, coming with a blast. She drank down every drop, her pussy pulsing along with his coming.
Then in a move so fast it made her head spin, he picked her up and reversed their positions so she was perched on the stool and he stood before her, smiling a sensual promise in his eyes. She smiled up at him. “I did it. I seduced you."
"Um hum,” he said, leaning forward to kiss her.
"You don't have to,” she said with a gasp as he kissed his way down her body, giving her a taste of her own medicine. After all, he'd volunteered to be a test subject, he didn't have to reciprocate. She groaned arching toward him.
"Oh no, sugar,” he said then chuckled. “I'm not the only one who's going to be tortured.” He flicked his tongue over her nipple inside her bra.
When his teeth scraped against her tingling peak, it drove her wild. She cried out, everything inside her contracting. Her pussy clenched, going soaking wet in an instant. It was like he was drawing out the animal side of her.
Then he moved down to kiss her bared abdomen when her clothes slipped up. Just the feel of his hot wet tongue on her belly button was enough to drive her mad. She had turned from a sex-starved spinster into a sex maniac overnight. It was enough to make a girl dizzy. Then he pulled her shorts off and laid his tongue flat against her clit, wetting her panties and the sensitive woman flesh beneath. She screamed with bliss, her breath catching in her throat. He sucked her through the cotton and she came, her eyes rolling back in her head. Then her panties dissolved and he proceeded to drive her mad. She whimpered as he lapped at her with his rough tongue, seeming to savor her juices.
"That's it, sugar, cream for me,” he murmured.
His tongue stroked up her wet slit, making her shudder again and again until she was weeping with ecstasy. Then he sucked on her clit drawing hard on it, nipping it as his fingers thrust into her cunt and she came with a scream. When she drifted back to earth she was sitting astride him again, this time bare sex to his rampant cock, her budding nipples tingling as they rubbed against his chest, and she was gone. She whimpered, unable to stop herself from rolling her hips as he thrust into her. She gazed deep into Tyson's dark and stormy eyes. He was watching her, enjoying her enjoying him. “What are you doing to me, you bad bear?” she murmured.
"Pleasuring my little queen,” he said, leaning forward to nibble her nape as his arms wrapped around her.
Honey trembled at his words, he really meant them. Her hands clutching his shoulders because he made her feel dizzy with desire, she murmured, “Don't make promises you can't keep. The fates will never make a match for me."
"Why don't you let us worry about that?” he said with a sad smile.
She watched his eyes darken in response and trembled. They'd risk their necks for her. She wouldn't allow that, but she could live in the moment for now. “Okay,” she said and watched his satisfied masculine grin. Then he rocked against her, bumping her clit and her eyes rolled back in her head. Frantic for more, she arched her hips, taking him deeper, her passion-swollen clit pressing against him, and cried out in pleasure. He was holding back, trying to be gentle, but she wanted all his Werebear strength.
"Easy, love,” he said, holding her tight to him as he thrust deeper up into her.
"No,” she sobbed, crying out her pleasure as he controlled the thrusts. “More please,” she demanded. Then he surged harder, and she cried out. She kissed him then, their mouths joined as their bodies were. Tyson's tongue thrust into her mouth in tandem with his cock's thrusts into her pussy and she dissolved around him into a puddle of need. His shaft rubbed against her G-spot and she started to quiver, waves of orgasm starting as a ripple and then completely overtaking her.
He stiffened, his thrusts harder, fiercer, and came high and hard inside her. Honey clung to him as she came back to earth and then snuggled against him. Tyson smoothed a hand up and down her spine, and then held her tight. Wrapped in the warm cocoon of his arms, she closed her eyes, feeling sated and protected, and curiously sleepy.
"That's right, sugar, trust me to take care of you,” Tyson murmured as he listened to a gentle snore come from his little queen. He smiled sadly. She was right, he wouldn't get to keep her but she'd helped him open his heart and he hadn't thought any woman could do that. After losing Fleur, he'd vo
wed never to risk his heart again but now he felt healed.
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Chapter 11
Cruz came down inside the gates of the Lockwood compound. Honey's grandfather, Black Jack, liked things old school, thus the rugged setting. If the gruff old Bear had his way, they'd all be living in caves. After sleeping with Honey last night, Cruz had known he'd have to settle this with the old bastard to keep her safe. He'd left her in the care of his brothers, partly because he didn't want to see her mate them, but also because he knew that he could trust them to keep her safe.
He walked down the path, feeling spying eyes on him, but kept loose. As expected when he stepped toward the council fire, Black Jack's guards shambled out of the mist and flanked him. He cast an eye over the motley older crew guarding the place. Obviously the young Werebear warriors and females were out in the mate hunt making it a vulnerable time for all concerned. He was surprised that Black Jack had allowed his numbers to be so weakened. Cruz kept a tighter rein on his own people.
Black Jack arched a wooly brow as he cast a surly glance his way. “Heard you tried to invade our territory the other day, boy. You've got a hell of a nerve coming back here."
"I was here on a rescue mission,” Cruz said, grimly impatient that his mission was delayed by this old news. “One of your women sent out a distress call. I came to check it out."
"What kind of distress call?” the old man demanded.
"She texted my brother that she needed help,” he admitted, seeing the older man frown even though he rolled his eyes at the text reference.
"I haven't heard of anyone in trouble. Who was it?"
Cruz hesitated. If the distress call had been genuine it might be a mistake to say her name but everything in him said it had been a ruse to pull Lane into danger.
Black Jack saw his hesitation and waved his guards back so they couldn't overhear.
Cruz gave him a nod. “She said she was Sheila."
"You sure about that, boy? There is no Sheila in our clan."
"I figured that out, once I got jumped,” Cruz said wryly.
"Didn't stop you from injuring one of my sentries,” Black Jack said with a growl.
Cruz remembered the sentry who'd challenged him while he was limping back to the exit portal. “Sorry about that. I couldn't tell if he was in league with the smelly bastard who jumped me."
"So what are you doing back here? There were some who said your clan wanted war."
Cruz stepped closer to the man. “And there are some from my camp who think you want war. We both know it's bullshit. We have more personal matters to discuss.” He stepped closer, stopped masking, and knew the instant the old man sensed Honey's essence on him. He'd wear her brand until he was either chosen or eliminated by the fates.
Black Jack let out a low growl of outrage when he looked at him and sniffed the air, and then he waved his guards away. “What the blazes have you been doing with my Honey child?” Black Jack demanded in a low tone.
Cruz froze, feeling all attention on them from the hangers-on in the camp. Black Jack was too irate to carefully choose his words and Cruz didn't want Honey to suffer because of it. “Why don't we take this inside,” he said not wanting to volley Honey's name around the campfire.
Black Jack waved his hand and they zapped into his den. Cruz found himself sitting in a leather wing chair across from Black Jack who was seated behind his big mahogany desk.
"Talk fast,” Black jack said, adding in a surly tone, “They may be your last words."
Just how much of the truth could he trust the patriarch with? Outside of the ambush and the attack on Honey, the Lockwood clan had been peaceable. Sure they'd had their share of power struggles and intrigue but that was true for all of their kind. “Who would want to hurt Honey?” he asked watching the old man turn somber.
"Hurt Honey, what are you saying?"
"Did you know she was holed up at your fishing shack?"
"No. She said she was going off on a cruise with her girlfriend before she moves to Chicago. I figured after the way things turned out, it would be good for her to get away."
"Yeah, she said her stupid clod of a boyfriend joined someone else's harem.” He knew the old man picked up on his jealousy when he gave him a thoughtful look.
"What happened?” he asked, crushing the pen.
"The shack was invaded, some fool took a potshot at her, and she came running to me.” He watched the old man absorb what he said and frown at the last part. “I take it you didn't send her to lure me.” But he already knew that it wasn't true.
Black Jack's eyes glittered. “Give me a little more credit than that. My granddaughter doesn't have any powers."
He read past the old bear's cagey expression. “Bullshit,” Cruz said flatly. “I'm sure you must have sensed her latent powers."
Black Jack scowled. “I couldn't be sure. Besides I never wanted this life for her. She deserves a safe human life. Anyway her powers wouldn't have been released if you hadn't touched her."
Cruz held steady, waiting for retribution. “Someone else must have known or guessed her powers. We can't let them get to her."
"I'll send my guard to..."
"She'll never agree to that. She made me promise not to tell you."
Black Jack gave him a smile. “She's going to kick your ass, boy."
"No doubt,” he said, picturing her outrage. “You sure did raise a stubborn granddaughter."
"She gets it from her mama who, even though she was mortal, lured her own harem and pair bonded with my son Seth. After they died, I did my best to raise her as human. I didn't want her to face the danger of a guardian. If you've brought danger to her, I'll..."
"I have a plan to keep her safe.” Black Jack's words had given him hope that he might get to keep her. Her mother had been mortal and the fates had pair bonded them. “After the heat is over, I'll set her free."
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Chapter 12
Honey yawned as she slowly came awake in a strange bed, feeling more than a little confused. Where was she? And then it all came back to her...the break-in at the shack, her coming into heat and sexual awakening at the hands of first Cruz and then Tyson Bear. She blushed, tingling all over, and sat up. This antique sleigh bed wasn't Cruz's four-poster. Her last memory was of falling asleep on Tyson's lap after he'd made her come like a screaming banshee. By the process of elimination, this had to be his bedroom.
She cast a fascinated glance around the room feeling Tyson's vibes come off every inch of the elegantly decorated place. Black leather and erotic art. Then she saw the painting on the wall, a beautiful dusky woman and knew in an instant it was the love that he'd lost. Fleur, he'd called her. Feeling in kin with the image, she said softly, “I think I helped him heal."
She pushed back the covers, amused to see that she was fully dressed. Tyson was a gentleman. But where was he? This was the second Bear brother who'd run out on her after sleeping with her. It wasn't a good track record for a harem mistress. She forced back her desire to fall back asleep and rolled out of bed, wincing when her knees wobbled. She gripped the headboard, stifling a yawn. Why was she so sleepy? The clock on the wall said it was midafternoon. Perhaps they really were using some kind of weird sleep spell on her. She vaguely recalled warning Cruz about that before she'd zonked out. Damn it all, she had to take charge of her harem now and set down some ground rules.
She opened the bedroom door to find Lane standing there as if waiting for her or standing guard. She rocked back on her heels startled and he reached out to steady her. The heartbreaker's grin he flashed her was enough to make her steps falter and her heart go pitty pat. His very real delight at seeing her was enough to disarm her. “Thanks,” she said, standing on her own two feet and gently disengaging from his grip.
"You're welcome, love,” he said with a little pout of disappointment as she pulled away.
She would not b
e deflected by him or the sensual heat blooming inside her. “Were you waiting for me?” she asked sharply, knowing she desperately needed to regain control.
"Of course I was. I wanted to make sure that you were okay. After your fright at the shack I knew you might need me."
He said it with such sincerity that she felt like an ingrate for doubting him. “Thank you,” she said, knowing that it was inadequate. At the flicker of pleasure and something else in his eyes she wondered yet anew if she was being manipulated. “Is Cruz back?” she asked and saw deception flick in his eyes for a moment before he shook his head.
"Not yet. I'm sure he'll give me a call soon if he needs help..."
Her attention piqued at his words. “Help with what?"
"Um, a few boring business details. Don't worry your pretty little head about them."
"Listen, Bear, don't bullshit me. I've got my MBA. Cracks like that will not get you where you want to go.” Now why did she say that? She wasn't actually going to sleep with him, was she?
The twinkle in Lane's eyes said he thought she was. “I'm sorry. I didn't mean to patronize you. I just didn't want you to worry."
She felt mollified by the sincerity in his words and reached out to pat his arm. “Don't worry about it. I tend to overreact when big bad male Bears underestimate me."
He grinned. “Believe me, I won't make that mistake again."
"How about Tyson?"
Lane shook his head. “He had some business to take care of too."
Her shoulders slumped. Boy, sleep with them and she sent them running. She was two for two. “Figures,” she muttered. “Well, it's been fun, but I've got to go..."
Lane moved to block her path. “Please don't go. I know they'll be back soon. Tyson wouldn't leave if he didn't have important business."
"What important business?” she demanded.
"He wanted to check out the shack before you left us,” he said with a shrug.
She was actually relieved by that revelation. “Oh, okay."
"Good. Come on, you don't want to go yet,” Lane said in a playful tone. “You haven't seen me do my stuff yet."