Grizzly Secret (Arcadian Bears Book 3)

by Becca Jameson

  She froze, releasing his cock to tip her head back. Her legs shook. She was so aroused and so close to coming, it hurt. And the way he now held her wrists above her head didn’t make things better. It amped up her desire.

  “Spread your knees wider. I don’t want you to masturbate while I can’t watch. Keep sucking.”

  She stared at him, her mouth watering. Could a person die from arousal? After blinking several times, she turned her gaze back to his cock bobbing in front of him, glistening with her saliva, and she wrapped her lips around the head again and sucked, tasting his precome.

  Salty. Musky. Alton. Hers.

  Her nipples brushed against his thighs as she sucked him deeper. The drive to swallow him was strong. The need between her legs was intense. He knew what he was doing. Driving her crazy.

  “Payback,” she communicated into his head.

  “I wouldn’t make threats if I were you,” he returned.

  His tone in her head made her ardor amp higher. She wanted more. This was so hot. The way he held her firmly, her raised arms making her breasts stand at attention.

  Sexy as hell.

  Suddenly he was grunting incoherently, and he thrust forward one last time, grabbing the back of her head to steady her.

  The first pulses of come to hit her throat were shocking. She’d never been in a position like this before. He knew it too. After all, he was her one and only partner. Every experience she had belonged to him.

  When she found a few brain cells, she managed to suck him down, swallowing his come until it slowed and subsided. His erection remained intact, but he released the grip on the back of her head and tugged her hair to pull her back until he popped out of her mouth.

  Still holding her hands, he helped her to her feet, pressed her wrists to the center of her chest between her breasts, and kissed her lips. “You’re so damn sexy. How do you get hotter every day?”

  His words warmed her soul. She felt the same about him.

  “I want you to let me spank you. I want to take you over my knee and spread your legs and spank your sweet bottom until you squirm and can’t keep from coming at the touch of my hand.”

  She blinked. There was no way to hide how fucking hot she found the idea.

  He smiled. “You like the idea.”

  Did she ever. He’d swatted her ass just the one time before, and she thought she’d orgasm from the one simple spank.

  Was he needing to blow off steam, and this was his method? Or was it her that needed to blow off steam, and this was the chosen way to get it out of her? She didn’t care. “Do it.”

  He led her to the couch, sat on the cushion, and bent her over his lap. The sway of her breasts alone was enough to make her moan. When he grabbed her arms, pulled them to her lower back, and clasped her wrists together, renewed wetness leaked between her legs. She squeezed them together.

  “Spread your legs,” he demanded in that new commanding tone of his that she loved. “Wider,” he added when he was apparently unsatisfied with the space she created.

  The position was so erotic she made an unrecognizable sound.

  He rubbed a hand over her butt cheek. “How did we go so long without me realizing you liked a little kink?”

  She had no response. She was sure no response was needed. He could see her thoughts. And she hadn’t been aware of her desire for rough sex until recently. It wasn’t as if she’d been holding back.

  “Keep your legs parted, Jos. I don’t want you getting yourself off by squeezing your thighs together.” His first swat landed high on her left cheek, making her stiffen for a moment before the heat spread through her body, and she moaned.

  She should be embarrassed at her reaction. He could smell her arousal. It wasn’t as if she could hide it.

  “Oh, baby.” His second spank landed on the same place on her other cheek. Matching warmth coursed through her, but she was more prepared and didn’t stiffen.

  His hand smoothed over the hot spots, caressing her before traveling down her thighs.

  She expected him to stroke between her legs, so she was disappointed when he instead lifted his hand to swat her thighs, one at a time.

  She was going to come. Holy shit. It wouldn’t take much more.

  “Give me the first one, baby.” His next spank landed harder at the junction between her thighs and her cheeks.

  She shot off, her orgasm taking over fast and hard. The pulsing of her clit made her gasp. She’d never come like that without contact to her pussy. Her cheeks heated, making her glad they were shielded from his view by her hair hanging around her face and her gaze toward the floor.

  Still gripping her wrists at the small of her back, he finally stroked a finger through her lower lips after her orgasm subsided. She was fully aroused instantly. Needing him inside her.

  Instead of giving her more of what she wanted, he audibly sucked his finger clean of her juices.

  She arched her back, lifting her head, squirming in his grip. But she said nothing. The only thought in her mind was to beg him to fuck her, and she wouldn’t do it.

  Her butt burned, but she wanted more.

  As if he read her thoughts, he swatted her butt cheeks again, several times in rapid succession.

  She inhaled a sharp breath, wiggling against his lap.

  When he rubbed his hand over the burning sting, he soothed her with his words at the same time. “You okay?”

  He knew the answer, but she liked that he was looking for a verbal. “Yes,” she breathed.

  “More?”

  “Yes.” How had she found herself wanting her mate to spank her like this? It was so damn hot, though. She didn’t want him to stop.

  He hit that sweet spot again, the junction of her thighs with her butt. More wetness leaked from her pussy. Several more swats to the same spot had her on the edge, her body tight and throbbing.

  Suddenly she found herself on her feet, her hands released, her belly in front of him. He held her up by her hips, or she would have swayed.

  His lips grabbed one of her nipples before she could focus on him.

  Her hands were in his hair as she tipped her head back, her eyes closing. Damn, it felt fantastic to have him sucking her nipple into his mouth. He didn’t simply lick the tip, he sucked hard. A sharp pain that quickly turned into pleasure spread through her body.

  He gripped her hips tighter, holding her in that position, a knee situating itself between her legs, forcing them wider.

  She must have tugged his hair too hard. His voice rang in her head. “Put your hands behind your back, baby.”

  She released him and did as he asked, forcing her chest to arch more fully toward him.

  And then one of his hands slid to her ass and gripped the warm flesh. The other reached around from behind and stroked her pussy.

  She lifted onto her toes, afraid she might fall. But he had her.

  When he thrust two fingers into her, she cried out. The feelings were so intense. Was it because of the binding or from the dominance? She didn’t care. It didn’t matter. As long as it felt this good, who cared?

  With a few fingers straying to stroke her clit, he continued to fuck into her with his thumb, pressing toward the front of her channel with each pass.

  She whimpered, afraid she might shatter into pieces, while her legs threatened to buckle.

  But he knew that. His grip on her ass was firm. She wasn’t going to fall on his watch. He continued to work her hard. Stars danced behind her closed eyelids. She felt like she might break free as if from a tether and float away if she came. But when her orgasm hit, it hit hard. And she didn’t fly off. Instead, he grounded her, fucking her with that thumb and strumming his fingers over her pulsing clit.

  She made incomprehensible noises, unable to share specific thoughts with him, but hoping he read her well enough to know how much this meant to her.

  Before her orgasm was fully complete, he removed his fingers, lifted her into his arms, and carried her in a cradle position to
his room.

  Thank God it wasn’t far. She landed with a bounce on her back, but before she could focus on him, he dragged her by the thighs to the edge of the bed, spread her open wide, and lowered his face to her pussy.

  She collapsed onto the mattress, her arms giving out where her elbows held her up. His lips suckled her clit, his tongue flicking repeatedly over her sensitive bud that had spasmed only moments before with the best orgasm of her life. Now it was growing again.

  She wouldn’t have thought it possible, but she needed him inside her as if she hadn’t been permitted an orgasm for weeks or months. A breathy, hoarse voice she didn’t recognize managed to come from her. “Alton…God…inside me.”

  He ignored her, thrusting his tongue into her channel, his nose nuzzling her clit.

  She screamed. Her body trembled, needing release as if it had been denied. Her feet hung limp when he reached under her knees with both hands to hold her thighs open wider. There was no way to command any part of her body to do a thing, so her arms lay at her sides doing nothing.

  In a split second, just before she thought she might seriously come for a third time in minutes, his mouth disappeared, his arms reached under hers, and he hauled her body farther across the bed. “Don’t come until I tell you to.”

  She opened her eyes, searching for him in the dim light of dusk. She should have been able to see him fine in any light, but her vision was distorted by lust. Was he serious?

  He climbed between her legs, and his cock lodged at her pussy while she was still trying to grasp the meaning of his words.

  “I mean it, Jos. Don’t come. I’ll tell you when.” And then his cock was inside her, filling her so full she gasped.

  She grabbed his biceps and held on to keep from being pounded across the mattress and flying over the opposite side of the bed. She blinked. Don’t come? Was he crazy?

  She couldn’t breathe. It took all her energy to focus on his thrusts in and out of her while she gritted her teeth against the need to come. If she had fully comprehended how it would be to be bound to him, she would have thrown caution to the wind and completed this binding years ago. What the hell had they been missing out on?

  Because no way would she believe the binding wasn’t the primary reason for the hotter-than-fuck sex that kept getting better by the hour.

  His cock felt like it touched her soul. And he was panting with every thrust. When his breath finally hitched, he tipped his head back and shouted into her mind, “Now, baby. Come with me.”

  The moment his semen shot against her cervix, she came with him, her pussy gripping the hardest erection she’d ever known him to have.

  The world stopped spinning. All their problems disappeared. They were one being. United. Powerful. At peace with the universe.

  Chapter Twenty

  Alton’s heart was full. He stared down at his sleeping mate, loving the way her hair fell all around her while her mouth was parted just enough to breathe through. She was so out of it, she had no idea the sheet had slid down to expose her fantastic tits to his gaze.

  It was early. The sun was just rising, but Alton knew instinctively this day was going to be long and insane. He’d spent all afternoon, evening, and night with his mate, but there was no way for them to play hooky from their respective problems today. They needed to touch base with their families and forge a path for the future.

  As if he’d conjured his father unintentionally, Allister popped into his head. “Alton. You available?”

  “Yes.”

  “I know this is inconvenient, but you probably need to come into the office today.”

  “I figured that would be the case. Planning on it.”

  “And, son…”

  “Yeah, you need me to come alone. I get it. I’m sure Joselyn will also need to head to Glacial. And I’m not any more welcome there than she is at Mountain Peak.”

  “I’m sorry, Alton. I know this is a mess. And obviously you expected it to be too, or you wouldn’t have put off binding to her for all these years.”

  “That’s right. And the timing stinks, but it also forced us to face our fears head on. Nothing’s going to come between me and Jos, Dad. You need to realize that. No matter how bad things get, she and I will stick together, even if it means leaving town and not returning.”

  “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.”

  Alton jerked his attention back to Joselyn when he realized she was awake and smiling. She reached for his arm and stroked her hand up and down. “Morning.” Her smile lit up his world. It made whatever they would encounter today worth it.

  He leaned over to kiss her. He was overflowing with love and emotion. He wouldn’t have thought it possible to feel more for her than he’d felt for all these years, but he was wrong. The binding made their connection so much stronger.

  “I have to go deal with my family this morning,” she declared.

  “Yeah, me too.” He cupped her face. “I don’t like it.” More than that, he abhorred the idea. Separating from her so they could each go face a bunch of rabid dogs didn’t sit well with him. He had a bad feeling in his gut that told him to grab his mate, pack the SUV, and drive straight out of the city.

  “We have to try,” she continued, undoubtedly reading his mind. “Heading into the office is not my first choice of fun activities for today by any stretch of the imagination, but we need to know we did everything we could to smooth things over between our families.”

  He nodded, wondering how it was that she was the voice of reason this morning.

  “I need to nose around a little. I’m not buying the idea that someone in your pack broke into my office and stole those mockups. I believe there’s got to be a leak in my pack. Someone who could easily walk into my office, take a few pages they knew I wouldn’t miss, and meet up with someone from your office to hand them off.”

  “But why? Who would sabotage their own pack like that?”

  She shrugged, running her sweet hand up to cup his face. “Money?”

  He smirked. “More likely sex.”

  She giggled. And then her face grew more serious. “Actually, that might not be a joke. What if it is sex?”

  He frowned. “I was kidding. Who would trade company secrets for sex?”

  She lifted a brow. “Someone who thinks they’re in love.”

  He pulled himself to sitting and swung his legs over the side of the bed as Joselyn did the same next to him. “I’m in love, and even though there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, no way would I share company secrets.”

  “Obviously neither of us would, or we wouldn’t have found ourselves so shell-shocked Monday morning.”

  He stood and turned around to straddle her knees, bury his hands in her thick hair, and tip her head back. He needed to see her expression, read her eyes.

  She flashed him another of her amazing smiles. “Whoever stole those pages from my office was desperate. And even though I realize we’re half joking, I’m not going to rule out the possibility that sex is involved, which means at least one of us might be looking for a woman.”

  He nodded. She was right. His uncles and even male cousins weren’t the only ones who could have pulled this stunt. And although it seemed simple that one of the grouchy, older generation would do anything to sabotage the work of their fierce competitor and long-time rival, maybe he needed to focus on someone younger. Possibly female.

  When he got to the brewery, he would open his mind to the possibilities. Everyone needed to be considered a suspect.

  He kissed her again. “I think we need to get out of town for a few days.” He hoped she would agree.

  She smiled. “Best idea I’ve heard in weeks.”

  “Good. So we’ll each head into our respective breweries, tidy up as best we can, and bail.”

  She nodded. “Let’s take both cars, just in case our few days turns into longer.”

  He hated to admit she was right. If things continued on the current path, they might need to let the
masses simmer for a while.

  “I’ll meet you back here later this morning. We can head out together. Follow each other.”

  Except for the part about driving separately, he liked this plan. His mood perked up considerably at the thought of going someplace where no one knew them and no one would bother them. They wouldn’t have to jump up tomorrow morning and separate. “Perfect. Let me know when you’re done at the brewery.”

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  Joselyn had every intention of heading straight to the office, but as soon as she got in her car, her mother reached out to her. “Honey, where are you? Are you safe?”

  “Of course. I’m just leaving Alton’s apartment. Heading to the brewery.”

  “Glad I caught you. Come to the house first.”

  “Okay. Everything all right?”

  Her mother sighed into her head. “Nothing we didn’t expect.”

  Joselyn decided not to push her mother. It would be easier to head to her parents’ house and deal with whatever was happening when she got there.

  When she pulled up to the house, she noticed two extra cars parked out front. Apparently, the gathering included both her parents and her Uncle Marlin and his mate Josephine. Marlin was her father’s closest brother, in age and temperament.

  For a moment she sat in her car, enjoying the silence. She stared at her childhood home, wondering when the world had turned upside down. The log-cabin feel of the enormous ranch house was deceptive from the outside. It blended in with nature, the only color being dark green trim that matched the evergreens. She had always loved the way it sat nestled among the trees, inconspicuously placed as if one with nature.

  It looked too peaceful, incongruent with the war waging among the occupants. Easing from the car, she braced herself for a fight.

  As Joselyn stepped onto the porch of her childhood home, she glanced around. The air was so peaceful. The universe had no idea there was a storm brewing among its inhabitants. It was a brisk morning, cold but tolerable. A thin layer of snow blanketed the land from the lazy flakes that had fallen all night long. A gentle breeze gave her favorite rocking chair a little push.