Barbara and Rick approached the cave cautiously. It was large and looked dry and clean, with a carpet of soft dirt and some dead grass and leaves that had blown in. Sunlight streamed down from above, making Barbara’s skin feel warm and tingly. She felt like she was glowing.
Rick moved into the cave and sniffed, and she thought, My man making sure the coast is clear. She loved seeing his protective side. She also didn’t pass up the opportunity to admire his awesome backside, with those meaty buttocks and strong, long legs. His broad shoulders tapered down to a slim waist sheathed in muscle. We’re going to do it! Barb thought, giddy as a college freshman. She felt naughty and impish.
“It’s safe,” he said. “No bears live here at the moment.”
“Maybe we shouldn’t,” she said, suddenly unsure. “I mean, those poor people are still out there looking for me …”
He took her hand and drew her inside. “They can wait just a little longer. They’re getting good exercise.” He grinned. “And so will we. Besides,” he added, “we’re only going to get the chance to do this once.”
“Do what?”
He grinned wider. He had some sort of plan, she realized. What could it be? That excited flutter inside her turned into a hurricane.
Taking the sack that she had made out of her shirt in one hand, Rick gripped her hand with his free hand and drew her further inside the cave. He ushered her around a bend, then another. Now they were deep in the cavern and no one passing by from outside (not that that was very likely) would be able to see them. It was quieter here, more peaceful. Barbara could hear her heartbeat and her breathing echoing off the tight stone walls. Some sunlight bounced off the bulwarks of rock, making the turns and illuminating the area, but it was a little darker in here. More private. As if Rick had lit the place with candles.
Still wearing that infuriating smile, he knelt down, opened up the shirt and spread the diamonds and opals and pearls along the cave floor. They glittered like the eyes of dragons—heck, like the hoard of a great dragon. His large hands moved, spreading the jewels out even more, and they mixed with the leaves and grass that had blown inside but still shone amongst them quite clearly.
“You better not lose track of those,” Barbara said, but she said it as an afterthought, overcome by the beauty and spectacle of it all.
“I won’t,” Rick promised.
He took her hand again and brought her down beside him. They were on their knees in the romantic cave, and the scant light twinkled off the diamonds and other jewels majestically all around them. Talk about barbaric splendor, Barbara thought, moved by the romance of it. Her breath caught in her throat as she inclined her head up to Rick, and it caught again when she saw him staring down at her, still smiling slightly, but more serious now.
“A nest of diamonds and rubies for my queen,” he said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and cupping the side of her head. “I can almost see why Tom wanted to make one for Brytha.”
Barbara held his hand against her face, leaning into the contact. “Yeah, I can see it, too. It was still wrong, though.” She eyed the glittering jewels all around her again, then turned up to Rick. “But yeah, I get it. Oh boy, do I.”
His face bent closer to hers. His lips brushed hers going one way, then swept back going the other. Suddenly, he shoved his lips against hers and kissed her passionately. She kissed back, playing her tongue against his, then biting his lower lip. Her hands pressed against his firm abs and tight pecs, feeling them jump beneath her fingers as he gathered her in his arms. Her breasts mashed up against him, her nipples hardening. His cock had stiffened instantly and was angled up against her belly. She felt it throb once against her navel and shivered in delight. She still wore her pants, but Rick’s hands flew to the zipper and began helping her out of them.
“Let’s just take care of these,” he said, kissing the side of her face.
“Yes,” she said. “Oh, yes.”
She stretched out on the bed of grass and leaves and winking jewels and let him pull her pants off, then her panties, which were soaked. His nostrils twitched, obviously smelling her arousal, and she felt herself blush. His look of ardor only intensified, his eyes going intense and flickering with lights of their own. Partly lifting herself up, she unclipped her bra and sent it sailing onto the pile containing her pants and panties. Now they were both naked.
He kissed her ankles, first one and then the other. His lips trailed up her right calf to the soft flesh of her inner thigh, and she gasped and squirmed. Her hands found his head and she ran her fingers through his soft brown waves.
His lips trailed closer and closer to her crevice, and she felt heat pool in her center.
“Are you … are you really … ?” she started to ask, but then he thrust a thick finger inside her.
She gasped again and arched her back. Trying to breathe more regularly, she spread her knees, giving him space. Oh, this was living! Having a confident, sexy bear-man kneeling between her legs—a man who loved her and wanted her as his mate—it was making her more turned on than she could ever remember being. And all those diamonds and pearls glinting in the romantic dimness around her only made it better. She felt like the barbaric queen of some fantasy tale being seduced by the kingdom’s greatest knight atop the hoard of a dragon he had just slain in single combat. Only no dragon had had to die for the pleasure she was now experiencing.
“You like that?” he said, teasing. Obviously he knew what he was doing to her.
“Uh-huh,” she said, nodding, unable to speak.
He thrust his finger in deeper, then kissed her clit. His tongue lapped it, sending a thrill throughout her, and then lapped it again and again, faster now. She cried out and squeezed her thighs against his head, loving the feel of his soft, lustrous hair. She locked her ankles behind his back, pinning his face against her moist cleft. He thrust in a second finger, shoving and widening her. She bit her lip and squeezed a breast, then flicked her nipple.
His tongue made circles around her nub, and she shuddered and gripped his hair tightly. His fingers plunged in and out, in and out.
“Oh,” she said.
At last he pulled back, and she reluctantly unhooked her ankles to release him.
“Is your back okay?” he said, and she could see her own moistness on his lips.
Blinking, feeling sweat on her forehead and cheeks, she nodded. “Plenty of grass,” she said. “I’m fine. Ooo, let me look at you.”
She’d been trying not to stare at him all day, but now, finally, she had license took all she wanted. And she would!
There was more than enough light to see him by, some of it winking from the gems. It illuminated that tall, dark-haired bear man on his knees before her, towering over her, with those broad shoulders and powerful hands gently gripping her knees. Sweat glistened on his muscular neck and ran down the hollow between his mighty pecs, trickling down to those awesome washboard abs. His cock stood up, huge and hard. It was clear going down on her had turned him on, as his cock gave a throb and a bead of white gathered on the tip.
“Like what you see?” he said, one corner of his mouth going up.
She nodded wordlessly.
“I like what I see,” he said, and the amusement left his face. Hunger burned in his eyes as he added, “You’re beautiful, Officer Barbara Thompson.” He raked up eyes up and down her body, and she had to stop herself from twisting in embarrassment. It was so obvious that he liked what he saw, though. His cock throbbed again, and more moisture gathered at its tip. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. And the bravest.” He nodded, as if to himself. “My bear picked the right mate for me, that’s for sure.”
“Mate,” she echoed, still amazed by the word. Just the same, looking up at Rick, she knew it was right. It just felt right, as if she and he were parts of a puzzle that fit together but had somehow never known they belonged together. Joined.
Well, they would be joined now, by golly.
“I want you in
side me,” she said.
Amusement returned to his eyes, but his desire only intensified. “I can arrange that,” he said, and with some light pressure on her knees spread her legs wider. She let him, eager for what would happen next.
He rubbed his cock along her cleft, sliding it up, then down, then up again so that his huge balls, swollen with cum, smacked her opening. She gasped as his shaft caressed her clit and sent waves of pleasure throughout her. She grew even wetter.
He bent to the side and his large hand scooped up some small items. Then he laid a diamond in the hollow of her navel and placed several others on her stomach. He picked up two more and placed them on her nipples. They stiffed even further, almost knocking the jewels off. She really was like a queen now, bedecked in glittering jewelry. But a barbaric queen who ruled out of caves and had bear shifter knights. Why not?
“My queen,” he said, as if thinking the same thing.
She smiled back at him. “Your queen says, ‘Enough foreplay, already!’”
She reached down, gathered the pre-cum off the tip of his cock and rubbed it down his shaft, slicking it, then positioned it at the opening of her crevice and wrapped her legs about his middle. She was so impatient to have him inside her that she would impale herself on him if he didn’t do it first!
Laughing a little, he said, “My lusty mate.”
He bent forward, placing his palms flat on the cave floor to either side of her, and shoved the tip of his cock inside her. She moaned and moved against him, taking in more of him. She wanted it all. He pushed in deep in one sudden rush, shocking her and filling her with his hot shaft. Tingles of joy radiated all throughout her body, and she gasped, then rocked her hips, loving the feel of him inside her. He shoved deeper, stretching her and filling her even more. His manhood throbbed inside her.
“My queen,” he said again.
He pressed his belly against hers, holding the jewels between them. One of his hands lifted up, took one of the diamonds off of her nipple and lightly made a circle around it, then again. He squeezed her nipple and she cried out, bucking against him. She didn’t care about the jewels on her body anymore. She just wanted him. She gyrated against him, and he thrust inside her, deeper and faster, deeper and faster. They found a rhythm and worked together, building toward an awesome climax.
This was amazing, she thought. Making love to a hot bear shifter, her mate, in a cave on a pile of diamonds and opals and pearls and rubies, with more jewels adorning her body. But maybe …
All of a sudden, she grinned. Twitching her thighs, she indicated that she wanted to reverse positions. Still joined, they rotated. She unlocked her ankles from around him and planted her feet to either side of him.
“That’s right,” he said. “Let the women do the work, that’s what I say.”
“Shut it, Winnie.”
“Yes, ma’am, Officer Hotpants.”
She moved up and down, loving the feel of his huge member inside her. She took a moment to admire Rick lying beneath her, this huge bronzed badass bear shifter who had taken on a whole convocation of eagles for her, surrounded by glittering gems as the sounds of their lovemaking echoed off the cavern walls. Then she remembered her plan. She reached down with one hand and selected a diamond with a flat back, obviously once part of a diadem or necklace or something, and with the other reached down to the base of Rick’s cock and gathered some of their mixed juices, then applied it to the back of the diamond.
As if crowning a king, she solemnly bent down and placed it on Rick’s forehead, right in the center, and with their juices creating a seal it stuck there. Shining resplendently, it blazed from his forehead, and she grinned down at him.
“Not a knight anymore,” she said. “A king.”
“Oh yeah?” he said.
“Yeah. It’s a little gross, I know, but it’s totally awesome.”
“Fine. But you have to be my queen.”
“Wha … ?”
He found another diamond, also with a flat back, applied their juices to it, then affixed the shining jewel to her forehead right in the center. She thought it would fall off, but nope, it held tight. She laughed in delight.
“Now we’re king and queen, all right,” she said.
“King and Queen of the Cave,” he said.
“All Caves.”
“Kind and Queen of All Caves. Everywhere. All bears owe us a tithe.”
“A tenth of every fish they eat.”
He wrinkled up his face. “I’m part bear, and not even I could eat that much fish. I think we ought to throw some honey in there, too.”
“Fine. A tenth of all their honey.”
“We have spoken.”
“We have spoke—”
She broke off as he pumped into her, once, then again, harder. She moaned and arched her back, moving against him. He cupped one of her breasts and squeezed it gently. Then he propped himself up and kissed the opposite nipple, running his tongue in circles around it, then flicking fast-fast-fast. She yelped. A lovely burning heat enveloped her, and golden wings carried her up and up.
Now that his torso was lifted off the ground, she wrapped her legs around his middle again. He kissed her breasts and trailed kisses up her throat, lingering on the soft flesh there. Their lips met, and he played his tongue against her seam, then thrust inside. She ground against him, faster. His face became taut with passion, his eyes like brands. The diamond shone like a star from his forehead.
Running his thick fingers through her hair, he said, “My queen. My mate.”
“My king,” she said. “My … mate …”
She cried out as pleasure swept her and carried her up into dizzy heights. She pumped faster and faster, lost in the orgasm. It went on and on, rolling over her, then back, then over her again. Suddenly she went rigid, gasping. Her cries echoed and reechoed off the rock walls. Her bliss must have triggered his. He burst inside her like a bomb going off, his hot jets squirting deep inside her, pulse after pulse. She could feel his cock throb again and again as his balls emptied. This only made her come again. At last they subsided, her legs still around him and his cock still buried to the hilt.
She kissed his diamond, then brushed her lips against his.
“My mate,” she repeated, panting.
He kissed back. “Mate.”
Chapter 12
Barbara was on duty when the call came in. Instantly she leapt up and joined Officer George Baines and Lt. Veronica Huxley, the only other two officers on duty, in the parking lot.
“This is it!” Barbara said, jazzed.
Huxley’s face was grim. “This had better work, Barb.”
“It’ll work,” Barbara said. “Trust me.”
“Let’s move,” said George with a look to the north, where the alarm was coming from, audible even from here.
Each jumped into their separate squad cars and raced through Pine Ridge toward the location that had sent out the electronic burglar alarm. Barbara grinned at the feel of the steering wheel beneath her hands. It was good to have a car again. After her first few days back she’d thought Huxley was going to refuse to issue her another cruiser, but apparently showing up with all the stolen property (albeit with some of it smelling a bit strange, and other pieces a little sticky) had done its work. Plus Lt. Huxley had been intrigued by Barbara’s plan to catch the Glitter Thief and his feathery bride.
It’ll work, Barbara told herself. It’ll work. Rick himself had done the alterations to the upper windows of the only two jewelry shops in town. She hadn’t even known he was handy like that, but then of course he’d been a construction worker for years, so that shouldn’t surprise her. It helped that there were only two jewelry stores in town, and both had agreed to this.
There! Howell’s Select Gems hove into view around a corner, and Barbara slammed on the brakes. Parking at the curb, she jumped out and joined Hux, who was already there, and George, who was just arriving, his eye shining. Alarms blazed from the small jewelry shop right in downtown
Pine Ridge, and Barbara was tempted to stick her fingers in her ears at the racket.
Seemingly not bothered by it, the unflappable Lt. Huxley brought a loudspeaker to her lips and said through it, “Come out with your hands up! We have you surrounded!”
Of course they didn’t expect the thief—or thieves, maybe—to do any such thing. They only had to scare them into leaving by the upper windows.
Indeed, just a moment later one of the second-story windows opened and two winged shapes shot out into the night … and were quickly enmeshed in the net that wrapped around them—a booby-trap courtesy of Rick Barnes, kickass bear shifter and fated mate of Officer Barbara Thompson.
Barbara couldn’t contain a laugh as the struggling eagles fell from the second story and landed on the pavement—lightly, since they weighed too little to land hard. They gripped velvet bags surely laden with stolen diamonds in their talons.
Barb, Hux and George rushed up to them, guns drawn, just as the eagles Shifted and became humans again. Thrashing and cursing, the two naked thieves glared up at the cops.
“Damn you!” said the woman that must be Brytha. Barbara thought she could see why Tom—and that must be him, spitting and swearing to the side—had been willing to risk so much for her. She was buxom and gorgeous, with a strong jaw and fiery eyes.
“How did you know?” the man that must be Tom asked wretchedly.
He had asked this of Lt. Huxley, perhaps perceiving that she was the boss, but the lieutenant surprised Barbara by raising her eyebrows and turning to Barbara.
“Barb, I’ll let you take this one. And,” she added, as if reluctantly, “I’ll let you write it up as your collar, too. It was your plan.”
“The plan worked like gangbusters,” agreed George, who was always agreeable. He was a nice but bland man, a likeable beta to Hux’s alpha.
To Brytha (ignoring Tom, who was laboring for breath), Barbara said, “Simple. You—or Tom here—always targeted individual homes before. But I knew that you’d just lost all the jewels you’d spent so much effort stealing. You wouldn’t want to start up so slowly again. You’d want it all back right away. You’d have to target a jewelry store this time. You’d avoided them before, but you couldn’t help it now. My only worry was that you wouldn’t return to Pine Ridge. But all your other crimes had been here, so I thought it a safe bet that you’d try your luck here again.”
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