Bear Your Heart (Alpha Werebear Romance) (Forever Mated Book 1)

by Lynn Red

  The kiss he gave me then was the sweetest, most delicious kiss I’d ever tasted. As he sucked my bottom lip between his teeth, Ale inhaled deeply, shivering as he exhaled. He slid his hand down my chest, unhooking my bra as he passed it with his trembling fingertips. As soon as my nipples tasted the slight chill of the night air, I quailed and my nipples puckered and pebbled. I arched my back, trying to show him what I needed as moonlight pooled around the two of us.

  Ale considered my eyes with the same longing I’d seen for so long and never recognized before, but that’s what it is. He needed me just as much as I needed him. He ached for me just like I did for him.

  He took one nipple in his mouth and swirled his tongue softly and slowly around it as he cupped my other breast and skimmed the tip with the pad of his thumb. A trill of excitement worked its way down my chest, over my stomach, and settled between my legs. Involuntarily, I made a purring sound or...something. I’m not sure what it was, because I’d never made it before. Whatever it was, it made him smile, and it made him suck harder.

  “Do the other one,” I whispered, biting my lip to keep from squealing out my pleasure. “Other...yes...oh my God yes...”

  Ale slung a knee between my legs, and ground against me, forcing yet another part of me to ache with pleasure. “I need more,” I whispered. “Please, please give me more. I can’t take this teasing, I’m about to explode. I need you in me,” I was almost whimpering as I said it.

  He switched and slid his tongue in an obnoxiously patient, delicious circle around my other nib as he moved his hand down between my legs and stuffed two fingers inside me. When I grabbed his hand, and forced it nearer, he added a third.

  The sweetly painful stretch of my sex around his fingers was more a constriction than a stretch, but it didn’t matter. With every breath I took, my pussy squeezed his fingers tighter and tighter. He pushed against me, swirling his fingers and grinding with his palm on my clit. Every time he thrust his fingers, every time he pressed on my clit, electric surges snaked up my back, bringing me dangerously close to another climax.

  Sensing it as my pussy clenched his fingers, Ale slowed, and pulled his fingers out one by one. “You sure you want more?” he asked for what seemed like the eighteenth time since we’d come out here under the stars, crunched down in the leaves.

  I nodded slightly. “Not want,” I whispered. “Need.”

  When Ale pushed the swollen tip of his cock inside me, stars erupted from my core. I opened my eyes wide and stared up into the night sky, but I couldn’t tell the actual stars from those dancing in the sides of my field of vision. He wrestled his way in, stretching me so achingly sweet that I could hardly contain myself.

  Halfway in, I shoved my hips up to meet him. “So deep,” I moaned. “So, so deep...yes...so good...”

  Instead of saying anything, Ale just hunched over me, took my left nipple into his mouth and sucked gently, nibbled softly, and pulled his cock out of me before sliding it back in so slowly that I was shaking by the time I felt his balls against me. “You’re shivering,” Ale remarked with a smile. “Something tells me you’re not cold.”

  He pulled back again, nibbled on my right nipple and then ran his tongue in a circle around it. Where the tip of his tongue went, waves of hot and cold surged through me, and when he slowly pushed into me again, instead of shivering, I let my head fall back into the leaves. A sigh of pleasure escaped my lips and I moved my hand down between my legs. I wrapped my hand around Ale’s shaft.

  “I like feeling you go in me,” I whispered. His sweat and my sex mixed in the air, creating an intoxicating scent that I could tell from the look on Ale’s face was driving him absolutely crazy. As inch after inch of him slid through my hand, slick from my juice, I shuddered and squirmed. “Faster,” I hissed through clenched teeth. “Faster, baby, come on, give me what I need.”

  Without a word, he thrust deep and hard into me, stretching me with every stroke. My mouth lay open, and I couldn’t open, or close my eyes more than half way in either direction. “More,” I whispered, “give me more, please, please, please.”

  Ale grabbed my hands, and pressed them into the leaves underneath us. He arched his back and drove deep. I let out an accidental scream as the pain of him moving in me melted into pure pleasure. Ale couldn’t help laugh softly. “Sorry,” I said, laughing with him. “Don’t want to attract any attention.”

  Instead of saying anything back, Ale pulled away and thrust in deep. I threw my head back into the leaves and clutched his hands in mine. The harder he pumped, the harder I squeezed his massive hands. I could feel every line, every curve and contour of his cock as his heavy balls slapped against my most sensitive skin again and again. Every thrust, every deep, pounding, painful, wonderful thrust sent my soul soaring into the air.

  Ale sat up on his knees and took his hands away from mine to hold my hips. I angled to meet him, and started to pump my hips up and down, stroking his cock as he pushed deep into me over and over.

  Feeling him in me, I drew a deep breath and exhaled slowly, shaking as the air left my lungs. He went to kiss me, but I put a finger on his lips and pushed him back. “Not just yet,” I said with a sly grin. I pushed on one of his shoulders, hoping he’d get the hint to turn over on his back. When he didn’t, I pushed harder, but once again, he was either feigning ignorant, or just sucks at taking hints. “Roll over you big idiot,” I said as he took the tip of my finger between his lips.

  “Oh!” he said with a dumbfounded smile. “I wondered why you were trying to start a wrestling match.” Ale slid his arms underneath my arched back and in one quick movement, lifted me up, slid underneath me and settled down into the leaves. Not once, not for a single second, did he leave me.

  As soon as I had him right where I wanted him, I pushed my hips down with all my weight, shoving him so deep inside my pussy that I cried out, then bit my lip to squelch the noise. It ached, it hurt so, so, so good that I couldn’t stop myself from lifting myself and slamming down onto his throbbing cock until I felt him start to pulse inside me. “I’m not done with you,” I said as I leaned over and ran my tongue around his nipples, then kissed Ale’s neck.

  “Use those claws,” he said, and grabbed my hands, then placed them on his chest. “Fuck me and claw me.”

  With him fully inside me, I started rotating my hips as soon as his twitching cock calmed down a little. I pushed forward, then back, then swiveled my hips, never once letting him come up for air. I opened my hands when Ale began to breathe harder, and dragged my nails down his muscled chest, leaving red hot tracks. He let out a roar that startled me with its hungry urgency, and when I did it a second time, he grabbed my hips and thrust up into me as I twisted and bore down on him.

  For what felt like a wonderful eternity, we moved together, both of us climbing toward the plateau we knew was coming, and that we knew we couldn’t back down from.

  “I’m...” he groaned, “I can’t stop it, I’m...”

  “Coming,” I finished for him. A flush covered my neck and shoulders and chest, and my nipples ached beautifully in the cool night air. I grabbed his hands and put them on my breasts. “Me too, squeeze me. Squeeze hard, please, please...oh God...oh yes!” The air came from my lungs in white-hot blasts that I couldn’t control or contain.

  Neither of us spoke, we just breathed together. Our hearts pounded in time with each other, and then I felt it—Ale’s cock stiffened and swelled. He thrust up into me one last time, and set off my orgasm as he erupted inside me. I shook from head to toe, and a guttural “Ooooooohhhhnnn” escaped my lips in a voice that was so deep and feral I didn’t recognize it. With every pump of his cock, Ale thrust into me deep and hard and stiff until he was empty.

  As soon as the muscles deep inside stopped squeezing and milking at him, I slid off, took his erection in my hand and slid my mouth down him, tasting both of us together. I licked the tip, gave him one last suck, and for my effort got the last few drops he had left. Then, I collapsed to his
side, leaves sticking to both of us from the sweat and the sex that covered our bodies.

  Ale slid an arm underneath me, cradling my neck like the most wonderful pillow in the world. He pulled me close, kissed my forehead, then my lips. For a long moment, we just lie there under the stars looking up into the sky. I had just closed my eyes and got another lungful of that delicious forest smell of earth and leaves and pine trees when I became aware of his breathing. I curled up against his side and let the warmth of this man—this bear—soak through my naked skin.

  “So,” he asked after a long, long time of just letting everything soak in. “What was the question again? Sorry, something distracted me from giving you a good answer.”

  I laughed out loud, a booming, rounded laugh that came straight from my belly. Now that is something I haven’t done in a long, long time. “I thought that whole production was the answer?”

  “Oh,” Ale said with one of his gorgeous, damned smiles. “I can’t pretend to know what’s going to happen a year from now. Hell, I don’t know what’s going to happen a month from now, or a week from now. I assume Exile’s dead, but he’s come back from worse.”

  “Worse than being run over and then blown up?” I pushed myself up on an elbow to look at Ale’s face and see if he was giving any indication of joking. He wasn’t. “But how?”

  Ale shrugged. “He’s got his ways. I can’t really say I understand them. But then again, I can’t say I understand most independent movies, so I might not be the best source of information. Nana Singer knows what he does, and so does Jasper. If you care that much, you should ask one of them.”

  “Right now,” I said, “all I care about is right here.”

  “So, does that mean you’re staying?”

  I looked over at Ale, his eyes twinkling as he looked back into mine. “I can’t tell you what I’m going to do in a week, a month, or a year. But for right now? There isn’t anywhere I’d rather be.”

  “Good enough for me,” Ale said. “I’m just glad to be along for the ride.”

  I snuggled back down against him, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and closed my eyes, taking another deep breath. “Me, too,” I whispered. “Me, too.”

  *

  “Where you two get off too?” Jasper asked as we sauntered back into the cabin, hours later. Our clothes were all rumpled, and there were some stubborn leaves in my hair, so we looked a little like the couple that caught a quickie in the office copy room.

  Ale grunted a laugh and one of the two jeep driving lunatics, who I’d learned was called Crank because, well, he was always cranked up, howled out loud with laughter. All the grown-ups were in the back room of the cabin, meaning, the second of two rooms. The youngsters were running around in circles in the front, and sometimes charging out the door to take a lap around the building.

  “I guess they have a lot of pent up energy,” I said with a grin.

  “Well,” Ale started with a sort of sauntering drawl, “you’d know all about bears and our pent-up energy, huh?”

  I felt myself blush deeply. The red heat crept up my neck and turned my entire face into a blotchy, red, mess. Looking over at me and taking a swig from his bottle, Jasper slapped his knee and laughed so hard he started turning a little purple, and I thought he might pass out.

  I narrowed my eyes. “You should get that checked out, Jas,” I told him.

  “Get what checked out? I’m a hundred and sixty-three years old. What’n the hell’m I worried about?”

  “I’m a nurse,” I said. “I can’t help but worry when I see somebody turn purple. Plus, I want you to be around for a while. If you won’t get something for your blood pressure, I’ll do it for you.”

  “Oh, don’t worry about me, baby girl, you worry about you. When my time comes, it’ll come. That’s somethin’ I never much understood about you humans. Always worryin’ about dyin’ and all. How do you ever live if you spend all’a yer time worried about bein’ dead?”

  I shrugged, and Ale slipped an arm around my waist. He was careful to move the bottom of my shirt out of the way so that his hot, radiant skin was against mine, which sent a shock of warmth up my back. “I dunno,” I said finally. “I think maybe if we lived to be two hundred years old, we might not worry about it so much. But when you only get eighty or so years, you gotta keep tabs on turning purple.”

  Jasper considered this for a long moment, and I saw Ale and Nana Singer both fighting to keep themselves from laughing in my peripheral vision. Crank didn’t bother hiding his feelings and just cracked up so hard and heavy that he looked like he was going to keel over dead. Didn’t turn purple though, so that’s something, at least.

  “I guess I get it,” Jasper finally said before falling into silent thought again. We all leaned in closer to him, waiting for whatever sort of swampland wisdom he was about to drop. For all his hilarious faults, Jasper always did manage to have tidbits of immense profundity that seemed to fall from the sky and come out of his mouth at the strangest times.

  “Time’s a funny thing, ain’t it?” he said. My mind was already blown, but neither I, nor anyone else, said anything. We didn’t want to interrupt the old bear’s train of thought, because as much as he was likely to spout off something amazing, he was just as likely to get distracted and start talking about professional wrestling.

  We were all still leaned in, listening closely to whatever it was Jasper was about to say.

  “Aw hell,” he said, looking irritated. “Done forgot what I was about to say. It was pretty good, too.”

  I snickered. “You were talking about time being fun—”

  “Oh yeah!” he shouted like a triumphant warrior who had just conquered his greatest foe and was standing with a foot on the enemy’s caved in chest. “Well anyways, here’s what I was thinkin’. If’n you got time to do what you want, does it much matter how much time you got?”

  Ale flattened his palm against my side, and I wrapped my arm around myself to take his hand. “Makes sense to me,” Ale said as he looked down at me. “After all, if you live a thousand years and never have what you want...or what you need, then what’s the point?”

  Even Crank, with his half-wild nature had fallen silent. Nana Singer was just smiling with her eyes closed. I got the feeling that she really wanted to start spinning around and singing, but was content to just watch what happened, and listen to the words instead, at least for now.

  “Yup,” Jasper said. “I’ve had my cubs, grandcubs, great grandcubs. Mate’s been dead twenty years, and now I got alla you.” He was looking at me when he said that. “I mean, I’m guessin’ I got you? Hate to lose a good ‘un back to the human world.”

  I shrugged. “Like I told Ale, I don’t’ know how I’ll feel a month from now, but I’ve never felt more at home than I do here, with you ‘uns.” I was trying to poke a little fun at Jasper, but he was so deep in thought that he didn’t catch it. I heard Ale and Nana Singer chuckle lightly.

  “Good,” was all Jasper said. “When you get as old as I am, you ain’t real keen on losing friends.”

  I squeezed Ale’s hand. “A friend? Is that what I am, Jas?”

  He finally laughed. “Oh, baby girl, no,” he said. “You’re family.”

  His words warmed me from the inside out. I turned to Ale. “Am I? Family, I mean?” I whispered as Jasper went back to his bottle of hooch and Nana Singer and Crank went back to cutting up.

  “Like you said, you don’t know what you’re going to do in a month, or a year, or a week. But as long as you want to be here, you’re family.”

  Still holding his hand, I cuddled down tightly to Ale’s warm body. “Is that what you want?” I asked him.

  “Never wanted anything more.” His voice was comforting and soothing, and the words wrapped me like a blanket.

  “Good,” I said with a grin. “’Cause for now, you’re stuck with me.”

  He kissed me softly on the side of my head, stroked my hair, and right then, I knew I was home.

&n
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