What a Bear Wants

by Winter, Nikki

  “I need you to—”

  “Shhh,” He soothed, one hand curving over her hip and sliding between her legs. “I know exactly what you need. Just let me take care of you.”

  Fallon’s head fell back against his shoulder as he worked his middle finger between the slick folds of her pussy and strummed her engorged clit. Her gasp filled the space, going straight to his balls; causing them to draw up tightly. His cock left chalky trails on the dip of her back as she ground against his hand, seeking more.

  Ransom pressed his mouth to her ear as he glided two fingers into her soaked passage, staring down at the way his hand moved inside her in an obscenely attractive way. “Do you know how good it feels to be able to touch you?” His thumb rolled over her clit and she went on her tiptoes. Ransom followed, not letting up in the pressure of his hand until he felt that telltale clench. Then he stopped, wanting to draw it out a bit longer, wanting her pussy to be on fire for him.

  “The way you smell...the way you taste,” He ran his tongue up the side of her neck, nipping her just under her ear. “Completely and totally intoxicating, baby.”

  Fallon gripped his hand, pushing his digits deeper as she moaned, her hips moving to meet his ministrations. Cream coated his fingers on every pass and he was tempted to lick off every drop. She tried to reach backwards and take him into her hand but his soft, “No” stopped her.

  “I love the way your pussy grips me like it doesn’t want to let go.”

  Her nails dug into his forearm when he found a certain spot inside her and stroked it insistently. Her quiet sob as she turned her face into his made him press his lips to her own, his tongue thrusting in and out the same way his fingers were doing with her sex.

  Her groans and growls filled his mouth, spurring him to continue pleasuring her until she pulled out of their kiss. “Ah...Ransom...can you...please...”

  “Tell me what you want.” He added a third finger as he dropped the shower puff and used his other hand to tug at her nipples. “Say the words.”

  The undulation of her hips increased and a flood of juices met his hand as he increased the pace. “Uh...uh...uh...”

  “Do you need to come Fallon?” Ransom sharply bit down on her earlobe as he pinched her nipple and she cried out. “Ask me nicely.”

  “Please...can I...can I come?”

  “Good girl.” He murmured into her temple before twisting his fingers until her nails became claws and she yipped. “Now you can come.”

  “Mmmm...fuck, fuck, fuck...ahhh...”

  Waiting until her over-sensitized body calmed, he propped her back against the tiled wall with a quick press of his mouth to hers and then hurriedly ran over his own body with soap, rinsed off, shut the shower heads down and found clean towels to wrap them both in.

  Once again swinging Fallon into his arms, he started for her bed, shaking her a bit when she closed her eyes. “Look alive, baby. We are far from being done.”

  He smiled a bit when he distinctly heard her murmur, “I feel like vaginal reconstruction is most assuredly in my future.”

  ***

  Fallon found herself gently laid out on her bed with a bear hovering over her, the smell of candy apples and his own natural earthy scent teasing her nostrils. There was something different about the way he handled her this time, something almost...tender. From their experience just an hour ago he clearly knew she wouldn’t break but Ransom was touching her with a soft reverence that made her heart beat a little faster and her exhales a little harder as he ran his lips over her forehead, the tip of her nose and her mouth, stopping briefly to linger there, nipping and sucking her bottom rim before releasing it with a wet pop.

  She whimpered and reached for him when he pulled away but he held fast to her hands. “Hush.”

  Fallon’s lashes swept upwards as she stared at the way his hair made a messy, highlighted halo around his head. “Why won’t you let me touch you?”

  Ransom swept his hands down her sides. “Because this isn’t about me.” His fingers danced along her hips. “The first time, in the woods, that was for the beast and the man.” He leaned over and kiss her collarbone. “This time is about you.”

  Shaking out of his grasp, she ran her fingers through his hair, playing with the silver tipped mass. “If it’s about me, I should get to do what I want right?”

  His brows rose. “No.”

  She burst into laughter. “Yes I should!”

  He shook his head. “I don’t like that smirk.”

  “What smirk?”

  “Your doggie grin. It’s the one you canines use when you’re trying to look innocent while chewing on shit that you know you shouldn’t be.” He pinned her arms above her head as he yanked her towel off and tossed it over his shoulder. “I trust neither you nor your sneaky wolfie ways, female.”

  “But if you let me do what I want,” Fallon softly murmured. “It could potentially end with your dick in my mo—”

  Ransom put a hand over her mouth, looking as though he were fighting for control as he closed his eyes and drew in a shallow breath. “You’re ruining my game plan, baby.”

  She nipped his palm and when he reopened his eyes they were no longer those green flecked amber irises. Good, that meant he was about to lose control. “Is the end goal of your game plan to fuck me hard enough that we find out exactly how sturdy this bed is?” Fallon asked when he pulled his hand back.

  “No.”

  Her brows dipped and he smiled softly as he brushed her still damp hair away from her face. “It’s to show you that it’s okay to be a little selfish sometimes.”

  Selfish? Fallon wasn’t exactly sure she knew the meaning of that word. She put her time and energy into making sure that everyone else was taken care of because that’s what a good alpha did. She had families that depended on her decisions to keep them alive and well so being selfish was never an option. Sacrifice and compromise were her constant companions and she’d come to understand that it had to remain that way so she could continue to be an efficient leader.

  Ransom’s snort drew her attention back to his amused face. “You can’t do it can you? You have no idea how to simply receive without wondering what you have to give in return.” He waved a hand around her room. “How long did you debate with yourself about keeping the flowers?”

  For hours. Fallon had stared at each arrangement, contemplating what exactly to do with them before she decided she couldn’t give them up. The candy and the gift baskets she’d given away to different pack members, even some of the residents at the lodge, but the flowers...she loved them too much to hand them over to someone else. Anyone could pick out a card or a teddy bear but the time it took for these elaborate bouquets to be made wasn’t lost on her. And knowing Ransom as she did now, she realized that it wasn’t a task he’d passed on to his assistant or some employee. No, he’d clearly done each one himself and that wasn’t something she could overlook.

  “Look at me, baby.” Ransom quietly demanded.

  She focused on him again, noting that his eyes had shifted back and he’d clearly gained control of his baser urges again. Goddammit.

  “My gifts and emails started off with what I thought was the intent of getting you to agree to a meeting so you could look over blueprints and business plans and then sell Wilder Lodge to McKenna Co.; walking away from the deal with a pretty penny in your pocket and the world as your oyster.” He smirked. “I’ve realized how full of shit I really was because there’s no goddamn way I would’ve been able to watch you amble by me.” His fingertips stroked just below her belly button and she desperately wanted to push them down to her slowly moistening core.

  “And I don’t think you would’ve been able to amble away either.” Ransom’s stare rose from where his fingers played and back to her face. “Because we both know what we are to each other. Don’t we, baby?”

  Fallon swallowed and nodded, unable to say the actual words out of the fear that she’d jinx whatever was happening between her and this la
rge, strange male with the crooked smile and innate silliness. Yes, she was well aware of what happened to a predator when they found their mate and all signs pointed to that very thing transpiring between them but that didn’t necessarily mean Ransom really wanted to be mated to her. Maybe the newness of having a she-wolf held him to her at the moment. Or maybe he simply thought he was ready to be tied to one person for the rest of his life. There was still so much that they had to learn about one another. This...thing between them was fragile, immature. It had the potential to grow but the fear that it wouldn’t thrive kept her admission silent.

  She’d never really thought about a mate or a family of her own but the way Ransom touched her, kept touching her, made her wonder how it would feel to come home to this every day.

  “You don’t have to say it, Fallon.” He whispered, pressing into her relaxed form as he rested between her legs and balanced his weight on his forearms. “I just need you to acknowledge it.” Ransom leaned down and kissed her once then again. “Because you have to understand that I belong to you and it’s been that way for the last few months.” His eyes crinkled at the corners as he grinned. “Ever since that very first email.”

  Before she could respond to that he captured her mouth with his own right as his hips moved and his cock slid against the creamy folds of her pussy, the underside rubbing across her clit until she arched upwards with a yelp. He lifted a bit to place her left leg on his shoulder and she had a brief moment to feel exposed before he let go of her lips to wrap his around one of her nipples, using his teeth to gently bite down on it while pulling and sucking.

  Fallon found herself completely lost in the need to have him inside of her. “Ransom...”

  Her right leg soon met the same fate as her left, becoming hooked over his forearm as he spread her wide, his dick still moving against her in a steady rhythm that had her hips rising as heat built in her core and began to spread outwards. She heard moaning and slight snarls, realizing it was her before she turned her face into the pillow beneath her head.

  “Let me hear you.” He insisted. “I love it when you moan for me.”

  The walls of her pussy clenched down, seeking what was so close yet seemed so far away. “Ransom...please...now...”

  “God you feel so good.” His voice was no more than a low rough whisper. “So fucking wet. Just for me. Tell me it’s just for me.”

  “It’s just for you.” Fallon sobbed out as she felt the crest of her orgasm building. When Ransom suddenly pulled away, she jerked upwards. “No!”

  “Shhh,” He pushed her back down into the bed before standing. “I’m not going anywhere.” She watched his dick bob as he headed into the bathroom and reappeared with a strip of condoms in his hand.

  Waggling his brows as he rolled one down his length, Ransom said, “Like a boy scout, baby...like a boy scout...”

  The laugh in the back of her throat got stuck as he repositioned himself over her, pinned her right leg to the bed and lifted her left before shoving inside of her, the way made easy by the arousal he’d so effortlessly caused and she felt it all the way down to her toes. He held her down more firmly, groaning as he withdrew and thrust back in, tapping her womb and causing her mouth to open on a silent gasp.

  “See how good submission feels?” Ransom rasped as he let her right leg go and brought them chest to chest, keeping the left one bent. “Don’t you like when I take control?” He nipped her collar bone. “Don’t you like the way every inch of me fills up every inch of you?”

  Fallon curved her arms over his shoulders, kneading the thicker muscle mass between the blades with her claws. “Yes...” Her pussy pulsed around him and she could feel every steel-hard part of his dick.

  Her eyes closed as the pleasurable shocks taking place between her thighs began a muted throb in her pussy that seemed to be rapidly peaking into something that felt as though it would twist her inside out. Ransom’s hips pistoned as he fucked her harder, his cock tunneling in and out of her core with the clear intent to make her scream.

  She found his earlobe with her teeth and bit down. He gave a short roar and reared upwards, the punch of his hips now stronger as they shook her bed with every thrust. Fallon gave a trembling cry as the head of his length brushed against the small mass of nerves deep inside her. He mashed their pelvises together, grinding into her clit with every movement until she heaved in one deep breath and let it out on one deep groan before the tide of her climax swept in and pushed her off the edge she’d been dangling on. “Fuck...fuck...fuck...fuck...”

  Ransom kept up his body’s incessant motion, causing her to break again on a muted howl. He let go of her leg to slap his palms against the comforter before his head went back and his roar rattled the windows as he came.

  The only sounds in the room were their harsh breaths as they each came down from the rush of their satisfaction.

  Her grizzly grunted as he slowly pulled out of her and dropped off to the side.

  “Okay,” Fallon panted. “Maybe I do like you.”

  She tried not to be insulted when Ransom went off the edge of the bed laughing.

  Chapter 13

  “Wait, your parents are where?”

  Fallon chuckled as she looked up from their intertwined fingers and gazed at Ransom’s face. His expression was purely curious, slightly confused bear and it was adorable. “Alaska.”

  He blinked. “Why?”

  “Why what?”

  “Why are they in Alaska?”

  “Why wouldn’t they be in Alaska?”

  His eyes narrowed. “You’re trying to make me crazy again aren’t you?”

  She gave a cheeky grin. “I dunno, am I?”

  He moved as if to roll over on top of her and she held up her hands. “Alright! Alright!” It was a game they’d been playing since this morning had come and gone, fading into the afternoon. Leaving Fallon’s bed clearly wasn’t something her grizzly was interested in because each time she mentioned getting up, he tried to crush her. Meaning Ransom would roll over and comfortably place his weight between her legs and press her down into the mattress before fucking her back into lucidity. It was...well it was pretty great but at this rate they were going to run out of condoms and her vagina was going to attempt detaching itself and making a run for it.

  Fallon had to admit that this was the first time in a long time she just decided to be lazy. She liked it. She liked that she had her own personal teddy bear even more. When he wasn’t trying to push her into an inexcusably obscene of orgasms he simply wanted to listen to her talk. It was...sweet.

  In the last few hours she’d learned that he didn’t think he was completely obsessed with honey—even if he had a Bee Farm down south that personally made his supply. He was clearly close to Maddox and adored his parents even when they were frustrating him. He loved his work because it gave him the opportunity to travel and if he didn’t have to wear a suit, he wouldn’t.

  Ransom’s sense of humor was dry but made her laugh hysterically when he explained to her exactly why he’d been taught to “guard his balls and go for the jugular” while hunting. Apparently there had been an incident with deer hooves that had put him off of being an omnivore for a whole two weeks. He was book smart but he wasn’t arrogant and he’d been incredibly sheepish when he told her about being a honor student all through high school and college. He loved to swim and he actually preferred catfish and bass over salmon.

  At thirty-four he lived a well-balanced life that he seemed to be genuinely happy with—which was good because no one wanted a depressed grizzly running around.

  “They’re in Alaska because they occasionally like to go and run with the full arctic wolves.” She smiled softly as she finally answered him. “It’s a traditional thing for the elders to return to where their pack originated from when they retire as leaders. I’m sure you noticed that at least thirty percent of the pack is Native American.”

  “Kind of hard to miss, baby. You have United Nations living on your land.
”

  She chuckled. “Well there’s a reason for that. We’re descendants of the original Athabascan tribe, named by the Cree Indians who resided in the interior parts of Alaska; some would say the harshest parts.” Fallon’s fingers ran over his chest. “Legend has it—”

  “I’m sorry, legend has it? Did I just stumble into darkest recesses of the library where there may be decapitated bodies buried—which is the reason it smells like death but everyone ignores it because they’re too afraid to find out if their theory is correct? ”

  Fallon brought her open palm down on his stomach, satisfied when he winced. “I’m trying to give you a history lesson. A tale of triumph and pain. A tale of my people. Quiet down, Snuggles.”

  He laughed but didn’t interrupt again.

  “Now,” She continued, adjusting herself in his hold. “Legend has it that the conditions along the Kuskokwin—the river they had settled near at that time—became so unbearably hard during one winter that the Dena—also known as the people—began to find themselves lacking supplies. They used every available source for food but the struggle to survive increased because there were some things they just couldn’t do, some skills that they lacked being that they were full human. They couldn’t hunt as well as the predators around them as the days went on because they weren’t equipped completely to handle the conditions of their territory. It was the one time their natural resources seemed to be failing them.”

  “Which meant that people began to die.” Ransom murmured in clear understanding.

  She nodded. “Yes. An elder of the tribe, their Shaman, had watched so many, too many, of his own slowly wither away and he knew that as an old man his time was surely closer than anyone else’s so he made a decision to do something to stop his tribe from definite extinction.”