Alpha Bears And Brides (Red Lodge Bears) The Complete Collection

by Vivian Wood

  “We’re fools,” Finn said, dropping a kiss against her nape as he rose and shucked his boxer briefs. Noah mirrored his movement, and they both chuckled as Charlotte stared at their naked perfection, her eyes widening. Each twin had the thickest, longest, most beautiful cock that Charlotte had ever seen.

  Noah glanced a Finn and made a discreet gesture. Finn took Noah’s place, sprawling out across the bed with his head resting on a pillow. He took his cock in his hand and gave it a firm stroke, licking his lips as he looked Charlotte up and down.

  “Come to me,” Finn beckoned. “Straddle me, Charlotte. You were so tight around my fingers, I can’t wait to fuck you.”

  Charlotte gaped for a second, surprised at Finn’s dirty mouth, but Noah gave her a light slap on the ass that got her moving. She looked at Noah for a moment, biting her lip.

  “Don’t worry about me yet, darling,” Noah told her. “Let me see you ride his cock.”

  Charlotte flushed, loving every filthy word that came out of his mouth. She climbed onto the bed, straddling Finn. She ran her fingers up the length of his erection, biting her lip as she thought of the pleasure that awaited her. Never had Charlotte been so dirty, so hungry. Never had she felt so free. Every bit of pleasure only made her want more from both men, and she wanted to experience everything they had to offer.

  Finn fisted his cock, lifting and guiding her until the thick crown pressed at her core. Charlotte pressed down, enjoying Finn’s tortured groan as her tight channel stretched to accommodate his thickness and length. He filled her so completely, thrusting up into her tightness, making her cry out his name.

  Finn set a slow, deep rhythm, rocking up into her body. He gripped her hips to steady her as she began to move, riding him in gentle strokes. She felt Noah’s hands brush her back as he knelt behind her, cupping her ass and hips and breasts, encouraging her to move faster.

  “Take him deep, Charlotte,” Noah purred, his teeth nipping the nape of her neck. Noah’s hands pushed her forward, pressing her closer to Finn, who gave her a deep, thrusting kiss to match the movement of his hips. Charlotte lost herself in Finn, his kiss and his cock fueling the fire burning low in her body, heating her blood once more with molten passion.

  Noah’s hand caressed her lower back, cupped her bare ass. When his fingertips teased the tender crease between her cheeks, she lost her rhythm. She broke her kiss with Finn, who merely turned his face to lick and kiss her neck instead. Their pace slowed as she tried to comprehend Noah’s plan.

  “Trust me, darling,” Noah murmured. A lone fingertip slid down, down, down until it pressed the clenched ring of muscle between her ass cheeks. “I’m going to touch you here, and make you cum.”

  Noah’s touch disappeared for a moment, and he rolled off the bed. When he returned, he used a softly probing fingertip to spread a cool, slick substance over her tight hole.

  “Relax for me, Charlotte,” Noah urged. “Finn is making you feel so good, making your body burn… Just relax for me. You don’t have to move, let Finn do all the work.”

  Charlotte sought Finn’s kiss once more, moaning as he resumed his slow, deep thrusts. She focused on the pleasure, moaning when Noah pressed his fingertip into her body, sliding his finger deep into forbidden territory.

  She blushed and cried out when Noah introduced a second finger and slid then both deep, a strange new heat blossoming in her body.

  “Good girl,” Noah said, using his fingers to mimic the same thrusting rhythm that Finn used to fill her channel. Just as Charlotte began to tighten and truly burn with need, her orgasm nearing, Noah withdrew and spread more cool cream over her ass.

  “I’m going to take you, Charlotte,” Noah told her. “You’re going to cum harder than you ever have in your life, I promise you.”

  Charlotte looked at Finn, her heart thrumming in her chest. Finn kissed her and gave her a slight nod, and she nodded back. Finn slowed his movements, nearly stopping as he held Charlotte’s hips still for Noah. Finn slid his hand between their bodies, his fingers fluttering over Charlotte’s clit, making her bite her lip to hold in the scream building in her throat.

  Noah’s thighs brushed Charlotte’s bare ass for a moment, and then she felt the blunt head of his cock at her rear entrance. Finn thrust up into her body in lazy strokes, but Charlotte was riveted on the hot press of Noah’s cock into her ass. Noah moved in slow inches, gripping her hips and hissing as he stretched her oversensitive flesh.

  Finn pinched her clit, making her cry out, and Noah plunged deep at the same time.

  “Fuck, you’re so tight. I can’t…” Noah cursed, his words trailing off. Heart pounding, body burning, clit pulsing, Charlotte still would have given anything to see Noah’s face at that moment.

  She lifted her hips, pressing back against Noah, appreciating the stinging pleasure of being so… full. Finn grunted, his breathing labored. Noah set the pace, thrusting and withdrawing, guiding Charlotte’s movements as she rode Finn’s cock.

  Charlotte cried out, her body filled with the two men, starving for release.

  “Noah… Finn… Please…” she whimpered.

  They moved as one, thrusting hard and fast, Finn’s fingers never leaving Charlotte’s clit. For a long moment she was suspended in time, sensation and sound rippling through her body, she a mere conduit of their pleasure.

  Her peak came in an instant, blowing all thought and choice and knowledge from her mind. Her body clamped down, tight muscles fluttering around the two cocks that penetrated her. The heat and light and colors in her mind had no beginning or end, a vast stretch of pure, mindless, burning satisfaction.

  The only thing that drew her down was Noah’s growl in her ear and Finn’s answering shout, both men stiffening for a split second before pounding into her body without rhythm, each man pulsing hot, salty lashes of seed deep into her body. Charlotte’s whole body shook as both men took her primally, reducing her burning need to ashes, shaking her to the very core of her being.

  Noah withdrew and collapsed on the bed beside his twin. After a long moment of breathless, silent communication between the two men, Noah sneered at Finn and let out a deep, near-threatening growl. Charlotte tensed, not understanding the sudden aggression, but Noah was already pulling her into his arms, away from his twin.

  Noah wrapped his arms around her and laid her out over his own body, taking her lips in a searching, scorching kiss. He stroked her hair, sweeping the tumbled mass from her sweat-slicked back so that he could rub circles over her back, up and down, soothing and cherishing her.

  “Noah…” Charlotte whispered, her breath slowing and deepening.

  “Shhh, darling,” Noah said, kissing the top of her head. He continued to caress her bare back, even after he drew a thin blanket over them both.

  Charlotte felt the mattress shift, and a part of her knew that sweet Finn was fleeing the bed. But she was so tired, and Noah’s touch felt so good…

  Her eyes closed, despite every effort, and darkness soon claimed her overtaxed mind and body.

  40

  Ten

  Noah floated up from the drowsing sleep he’d found, Charlotte’s warm form still wrapped in his arms. He turned his head, seeking his twin, and saw that he’d stepped out onto the hotel room’s narrow concrete balcony.

  Easing Charlotte from his arms and settling her into the thick comforter, Noah rose and donned his boxer briefs. Stepping out onto the balcony, he saw that Finn had put on his slacks and was buttoning up his shirt. Finn stared out over the St. Louis skyline, gentle rays of sun beginning to light it from the easternmost point on the horizon.

  Finn didn’t look over at Noah, but his clenched jaw and tense movements made his discontent evident enough.

  “What?” Noah asked, folding his arms across his chest and leaning against the metal balcony railing.

  “I didn’t say anything,” Finn said, avoiding Noah’s gaze. He continued to dress, tucking his shirt in and rubbing a hand through his close-cropped hair.


  “Bad hangover?” Noah asked, trying to make conversation, warm Finn up a little. Finn scowled and started putting on his shoes, bending to tie the laces.

  “Alright, seriously. What’s your deal?” Noah demanded.

  “Nothing,” Finn insisted, straightening and leveling Noah with a stony look.

  “Bullshit. I can feel your lie, Finny. Why are you being such an asshole?” Noah asked.

  Finn crossed his arms and leaned against the opposite wall, turning his head to look out at the skyline once more.

  “It’s just typical, that’s all. Who can resist Noah Beran? Not Charlotte, obviously.”

  Noah growled at his twin.

  “You can’t be serious right now with this jealous bullshit. She didn’t choose me, she chose both of us! We both got a taste, and I don’t recall you complaining when you were balls-deep inside her.”

  “Nothing has changed since last night. I saw the way Charlotte looked at you, all starry-eyed. I heard you calling her ‘darling’. We both know how this is going to go down,” Finn said. “She’s probably half in love with you already. Prince Charming, showing up at the stroke of midnight to win the damsel’s heart. It’s clear as day who she prefers.”

  “You’ve decided that, have you?” Noah challenged.

  “I didn’t decide anything. I never had a chance,” Finn hissed.

  “This is not high school, Finn. Charlotte isn’t Rebecca Hastings,” Noah said, bringing up the first girl they’d ever fought over.

  Finn flinched, and Noah was surprised to see that his twin was still sensitive about something that had happened between them over a decade earlier. When he remained silent, Noah pushed on.

  “You’re a grown-ass man, Finn. You want something, you take it. If it’s difficult, you fight for it. Everyone else around you is making choices, moving on, enjoying life. You’re the only one who’s just… treading water,” Noah spat.

  “As if this is what I want!” Finn exclaimed. “Do you think I want to be the one who stayed close to home? Do you think I want to be the momma’s boy of the family?”

  Noah laughed.

  “First of all, that’s Gavin. Second of all, these are your choices! If you don’t like your life, change it!”

  “Easy for you to say. You always set goals and go after them, regardless of the rest of us. When Pa got sick, it was just me and Gavin and Ma taking care of him. The rest of you were off living your dreams while I was juggling hospital stays and chemotherapy schedules and…”

  Finn broke off with a frustrated huff. He glanced up at Noah, recrimination blazing in his eyes.

  “I got into four top-tier PH.d programs. Did you know that? Cornell, Yale, Stanford, NYU. Free rides at all of them.”

  Noah blinked, confused.

  “You did?”

  “Yeah, I did. I was planning to get a doctorate so that I could teach at the college level,” Finn said, looking more irate than ever.

  “I had no idea,” Noah admitted.

  “Yeah, well, I worked my ass off. My undergrad thesis was published, something that no one in the family deigned to notice. Not that it mattered, because before I could choose a school, Pa got his diagnosis. What was I supposed to do, tell Ma and Gavin that I was too busy shooting for the stars to help them out?” Finn gave a disgusted grunt.

  “Pa’s been in remission for over a year, Finn. There’s nothing holding you back now, is there?” Noah argued, making a sweeping gesture.

  “There’s always new fires to put out,” Finn said, a determined glint in his eyes.

  “And you’ll just keep running around, doing everything for the Beran clan. Yet somehow, for all that effort, you aren’t even in the running to take Pa’s place as Alpha. Neither is Gavin,” Noah huffed.

  From the icy expression on Finn’s face, Noah knew he’d found a sore spot.

  “Well, this has all been great,” Finn said, shaking his head. “Really, such great quality time with my other half.”

  “You’re the one who always instigated these weird threesomes,” Noah said with a shrug. “You were sated enough a couple of hours ago.”

  “Yeah, well now I’m not. You say it’s time that I raise my expectations; I guess right now is a great time to start.”

  With that, Finn brushed past Noah and went back into the hotel room. He stopped and dropped a kiss on Charlotte’s head. She shifted and sighed, but didn’t wake. Finn stalked out of the suite without a backward glance, leaving Noah alone with a beautiful, curvy blonde and a mind full of dark thoughts.

  41

  Eleven

  Charlotte paced her living room, cell phone in hand, trying to get up the nerve to make a simple phone call. She thumbed through her contact list, hovering over Noah Beran.

  “Quit being a wimp,” she scolded herself. “He’s just a guy. This isn’t a big deal. Call him and ask him for another date.”

  Of course, Noah wasn’t really just a guy, was he? Charlotte’s stomach fluttered as she thought of their last date, at the intense sexual experience she’d shared with Noah and Finn. When she awoke in Noah’s arms, Finn nowhere to be found, her confusion quickly gave way to a soul-deep blush at what they’d done only hours before. What she’d encouraged Noah and Finn to do to her body. The wanton way she’d climaxed, harder and longer and better than anything she’d ever experienced before.

  When Noah woke, his scrutiny was more than Charlotte could handle. His hand brushed her hip, setting her aflame all over again, and she panicked. Turning down his offer of a leisurely breakfast in bed, with the implication of more soul-rending sex to follow, she dressed and fled. Noah barely had time to put his number in her phone before she was out the door, mentally lashing herself for her complete awkwardness.

  Three days later, she’d had enough of driving herself crazy with doubt and recrimination. Charlotte was curious about Noah, couldn’t get him out of her mind. The feel of his hands on her skin seemed to be burned into her consciousness. It was different than she’d ever felt about another man, more… grave, somehow.

  Taking a deep breath, she hit dial. Noah picked up on the third ring.

  “Charlotte?” he asked, his voice a deep rumble. Charlotte shivered and nodded, blushing when she realized that he couldn’t see her gesture.

  “Hi, Noah,” she sighed.

  “I was wondering when you were going to call. I’ve run through most of the interesting tourist attractions in St. Louis,” he joked.

  “You’re still here?” she asked, her heart squeezing.

  “Of course. I don’t think things are settled between us, do you?”

  Charlotte paused for a moment, surprised.

  “No, I would say not,” she said at last.

  “I hope you’re calling because you want to see me,” Noah said.

  “I am,” Charlotte said. “I thought you might go out with me tonight, if you’re free.”

  “Completely. What should we do?” Noah asked.

  “There’s an Italian place I love downtown, I thought we could go there. Or we could see a show at the Fox Theatre,” she suggested.

  “Dinner sounds good. I’d like us to be able to talk, get to know each other a little more,” Noah said. “You know, dazzle you with my personality.”

  Charlotte couldn’t suppress a giggle.

  “Alright,” she agreed. “I’ll text you the address. How does seven o’clock sound?”

  “Not as good as right this second, but I’ll take what I can get.”

  Charlotte laughed again before saying goodbye and hanging up. Holding her phone to her chest, she bit her lip to hold back a squeal of excitement. She had another date with Noah Beran!

  42

  Twelve

  Charlotte sat across the table from Noah, trying to be sneaky about checking him out as he perused the menu. In the candlelight, she noticed that his dark hair had some subtle caramel tints, natural highlights that any brunette woman would kill for. Those caramel tints flirted with the smooth, natural tan o
f his skin; Charlotte blushed when she realized she knew that Noah’s tan was natural, because she’d seen him buck-naked and noticed that he bore no tan lines.

  After several moments, Charlotte realized that Noah’s searing green-blue gaze was on her face, his lips quirked upward in amusement.

  “Interesting thoughts?” he asked, and Charlotte’s blush deepened.

  Her phone buzzed on the table, and she frowned at it. She grabbed the phone and stuck it in her bag.

  “Sorry. Um, no. Nothing interesting at all,” she lied, opening her menu and pretending deep interest in the long list of pastas and entrees.

  “Should we order some wine?” Noah asked.

  Charlotte made a face.

  “I overdid it on Saturday. The idea of wine turns my stomach,” she admitted. “I think I drank more than a bottle by myself.”

  Noah gave her a sage nod.

  “How about calamari? Are you an appetizer person?” he asked. The expression on his face made it pretty clear that an affirmative answer was the only correct one. Before she could answer, Charlotte phone buzzed again.

  “I’m sorry. It’ll stop in a second. I don’t know who’d be calling right now, except…” She stopped, biting her lip. Except work. It could easily be the hospital calling her with vital information about one of her patients, though she didn’t work again until the following evening.

  “Charlotte.” Noah reached out and pulled her menu flat against the table, then covered her hand with the warmth of his own. “Just take the call. It’s not a big deal.”

  After another moment of guilty debate, Charlotte nodded. She grabbed her phone and checked her texts, her stomach sinking in an instant.

  “The face you’re making doesn’t bode well for our evening,” Noah commented. Charlotte looked up at him, guilt expanding in her chest even as she struggled to stay calm.

  “It’s work. One of my longterm patients isn’t doing well. She might not make it through the night,” she sighed.