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

by Vivian Wood

  Finn caught her hands, bringing both up to rest on his broad shoulders. He gripped her hips and pulled her lower body flush against his, pressing his cock against her mons. Nora released a sigh, half relief, half frustration.

  Finn grinned again and leaned back, adjusting her a little so that the ridge of his erection parted her heated lower lips, touching her from her clit to her core. He bucked his hips, teasing her with the soft abrasion of cotton against her most sensitive flesh.

  Finn kissed her then, his tongue seeking hers, thrusting and provoking. He rocked gently until Nora responded by rolling her hips, desperate for him to hit the right spot. Finn's fingers speared into her hair, controlling her movement, as his free hand came up to lift her breast once more.

  He kissed and sucked her nipple, rolling it with his tongue, forcing a throaty cry from Nora's chest. Heat rose in her core, the flames licking higher with every deft swipe of Finn's tongue, every snap of Nora's hips. Her whole body flushed with warmth and need, her skin tightening with the intensity of her growing desire.

  Finn released her breast and eased back watching Nora as she sucked in deep breaths, shamelessly rolling her sex against his rock-hard erection. One part of her wanted to move, to rip off his boxer briefs and take him inside, deep and hard. One part of her wanted to keep going, knowing that she was close to the brink, that with just a little more rocking she could find sudden release.

  Finn tightened his fingers in her hair, making her gasp as she rolled her hips faster. His other hand fondled her breast, pinching her aching nipple, making her womb flutter with excitement.

  "You could come just like this, couldn't you?" he asked, looking impressed.

  "Yes," Nora breathed, turning her head to lick and bite his wrist.

  "You really are very bad, aren't you?" Finn said, more a statement than a question.

  His hands moved away, dropping to her hips. He pushed her back a fraction, denying her aching need.

  "Finn, no!" she protested, but he was having none of it.

  "I told you that I'm in charge, didn't I?" Finn drawled, giving her a smirk. "I didn't say you could come yet, darling."

  Before she even realized what was happening, Finn had scooped her up and flipped her over onto her hands and knees, driving her into the middle of the bed. Her knees were parted, leaving her spread wide, naked and vulnerable. When she tried to snap her knees together, Finn stopped her, his strong hands holding the inside of both of her thighs.

  "You're asking for punishment, Nora," he crooned. "Don't move, now."

  Nora felt him move, heard a rustle as he divested himself of his last piece of clothing. She glanced backward, her mouth parting as she took in the sight of a proud, fully naked Finn moving onto the bed behind her.

  He knelt between her legs, his knees brushing her inner thighs. Nora jumped when his lightly-calloused palms landed on her outer thighs, skating up and up in slow increments until he cupped both of her ass cheeks.

  "You have an amazing ass," he muttered, almost to himself.

  He ran a single fingertip from her lower back down her crack, giving a soft chuckle when she clenched in alarm.

  "Don't worry, we're not quite there yet. Lots of other things to explore first," he said.

  Nora bit her lip and craned her neck to watch him, her gaze eating up every glorious inch of his bare, tanned, muscular body. Truly, Finn Beran was some kind of god.

  He brushed two fingertips along the seam of her sex, finding her clit and rubbing it in soft circles until she moaned and pressed her face into the comforter. He stopped for a long moment, his hand palming her ass once more, rubbing up and down slowly.

  Nora tensed without knowing why. His hand vanished, and then in the next second it landed with a loud slap, making her jump again. He rubbed the sting away, then sought her clit. Again he rubbed and teased, stoking the flames higher and higher, and again he paused. He fondled her other ass cheek this time, then paused.

  Slap. This time Nora didn't jump, but she did wince a little at the stinging burn.

  Finn grabbed both of her cheeks in his hands and squeezed them hard, making a satisfied sound deep in his throat.

  "This is mine," he told her. Sliding his fingers down to her soaking lower lips, he spoke again. "And this, this is mine. Mine only."

  He slid one thick digit into her aching channel, making her cry out and thrust back against his finger, wanting more, needing to be filled. When he withdrew, Nora moaned in frustration.

  "And this..." he said. His fingertip trailed upward from her core, tracing the tight rosebud he found there. Slick from her own juices, his fingertip penetrated her easily.

  "Oh!" Nora panted. "Finn!"

  "This is mine, too," he said with a chuckle. He slid his finger in and out, his movement agonizingly slow. Nora was so desperate to come that even this invasion felt amazing, and she had to stop herself from thrusting back on his finger as she had before.

  When he pulled away, she nearly cried.

  "Finn, please!" she groaned.

  "Please what, darling?"

  "Please... please make me come," she begged.

  Finn grinned.

  "Since you asked so nicely, darling," he said.

  He surprised her by sprawling out across the bed next to her. Nora's gaze snapped from his face straight down to his cock, which stood at perfect attention. She licked her lips, ready to climb him and bring them both relief. When she made to straddle his hips, he tsked.

  "No, no. We're still not there yet. I'm too big for you, darling. I won't take you until you've already come at least once."

  Nora looked at him, confused.

  "Okay..." she said.

  "I want you to sit on my face," he said, matter-of-fact. Like he asked people to do that every day of the week.

  "Finn!" Nora said, drawing back.

  "I'm going to fuck you with my mouth. You're going to come on my face. You're going to love it," he promised.

  "I can't do that," she whispered, thinking of his face being so close to her imperfect thighs... her... her everything.

  "Do it one time, for me. If you don't like it, I'll never ask again. But I bet you'll beg me to do it every single time I fuck you," he said, raising a challenging brow.

  "I don't..." Nora bit her lip, squirming. She was so horny, so close to going over the edge. She'd only have to do it for a few seconds, probably...

  "Trust me?" Finn asked, pulling her close and brushing a kiss over her lips.

  The sweet sincerity in his tone broke her. Nora nodded, unable to meet his gaze, but she didn't miss the way Finn licked his lips. It made her shiver.

  She straddled his shoulders, her movements awkward until Finn put his hands on her hips to guide her. By the time he pulled her body down to meet his mouth, her entire body was flushed with embarrassment, and Nora thought her lust was gone.

  Then Finn's tongue touched her body, running from her core up to her clit. His lips covered the taut bud, his tongue flicking as he sucked softly, and Nora knew she was wrong.

  "Oh-oh-oh!" she stammered.

  His tongue burned her alive, made her womb feel heated and full, made her breasts ache. Finn held her with one hand, helping her balance enough so that she could relax a little without smothering him. Nora palmed her own breasts, teasing and pinching her nipples just as her mate had done earlier.

  Without realizing it, she began to rock against him, seeking his tongue. He sucked and licked, bringing her closer and closer until she thought she'd die of it. He kept his touch soft, as if trying to draw out the moment as long as possible.

  Nora arched her back, moaning with want and frustration.

  "Finn, please!" she cried again, pinching her nipples as hard as she dared, settling more and more of her weight against his magical mouth.

  Finn groaned against her flesh, but didn't change his pace. Instead, he cupped her ass cheek with his free hand, then trailed his fingertips to her back entrance. Nora tensed for a moment, ready to pro
test, but Finn sucked her clit harder, freezing her in place.

  His tongue worked her clit, burning her alive, even as that naughty fingertip pierced her tight rosebud, working in and out. Waves of hot sensation filled her body, doubling when Finn slid his finger deeper and deeper.

  The sensation caught her off guard. It made her head swim, combining with the feeling of Finn's tongue and her own touch on her breasts, made her feel so dirty and full and possessed...

  Nora exploded, a guttural cry wrenched from her chest as her entire body clamped down, clenching and convulsing. For the longest moment, she was conscious only of wave after wave of jerking pleasure. She saw nothing, knew nothing, felt everything.

  When she sucked in a breath and slowed to a halt, she found that Finn was supporting her, his big hands splayed out on her thighs just under her ass. He worked his tongue against her body, lapping slowly until she sighed and pulled back.

  "Unf," was Nora's only comment. She pushed herself off Finn and collapsed onto her side, releasing a deep gush of breath.

  "I hate to say I told you so..." Finn said, giving her a mischievous grin. "But... I did tell you, didn't I?"

  "I can't even bring myself to ask where you learned that," Nora muttered. "That is a dirty trick."

  "That's only the start, just making you ready." Finn slid his fingers around his cock, bringing Nora's attention back to his steel-straight length.

  "Do you want me to--" Nora started, but Finn cut her off.

  "As much as I would love to feel your mouth on my cock, darling... Trust me when I say I can't wait to teach you how to use your mouth on me, take me into your throat..." He sighed, shaking his head. "But not our first time. I want to fuck you so bad, I think I'm half dying."

  "So fuck me," Nora shot back, her lips twisting into a smile. She liked this dirty, raunchy side of Finn. The way he talked made her hot all over. Her body stirred again, though she'd found release only minutes before.

  "I want to," Finn said, frowning. "But I have to go get a condom from the bathroom."

  Nora gave a sharp bark of laughter.

  "I don't think so. We're mates, aren't we? It's not like bears can give each other human diseases," she scoffed.

  "Are you sure, Nora?" Finn asked, his gaze dark on hers. He stroked the length of his erection, and Nora could see the slick glint of moisture that beaded at the tip. She shivered, licking her lips.

  "God, yes," she said, grabbing his shoulder and dragging him closer.

  Their mouths clashed together, tongues and teeth thrusting and nipping. Finn paused to lay Nora out on her back, knees up and apart. He knelt between her legs once more, leaning down to brush a kiss on her lips, another on her nipple. She squirmed, the need to experience him crushing her.

  Finn grasped his length. Brushing the blunt head against her core, he slid up and down, lubricating himself with her wetness.

  "Stop me if I hurt you," he said, his expression dark. Nora nodded, trying to reassure him. Her mate would never hurt her, intentional or not.

  With that Finn pressed the thick tip to her core, pushing inside in painstakingly slow degrees. Nora gasped at the sensation of being stretched, the feeling bordering on painful, but the worshipful expression on Finn's face held her tongue. Eyes closed, brow hunched, Finn bit his lip as he worked himself into her tight channel, thrusting and withdrawing, using her excitement to ease his way.

  He held himself in such perfect control, it was almost hard to watch. Nora wanted to rip at him, to writhe under him, make him shatter and shake. The second that he filled her to the root, his cock possessing every inch of her channel, Nora raked her fingertips down his shoulders, shifting underneath him.

  Finn shuddered, withdrawing and thrusting deep, making Nora cry out in an exquisite blend of pleasure and discomfort. He was too much, too big, too long, but also he was.... Finn. She loved every second of it and wanted more, would kill for more.

  "Yes, love," she whispered to Finn. "Fuck me. Take your mate."

  Finn's eyes snapped open, those baby blue eyes turning molten, electric. He put his hand on her shin and pushed her knee to her chest as he began to move, tightening her further.

  "You are so fucking perfect," Finn told her, releasing the animal he'd been holding back. He thrust and withdrew, setting a furious pace, filling her body and hitting every single nerve ending with each motion. "God, I knew you were worth the wait. Fucking hell, Nora. You're so tight."

  He moved faster and faster, his breath jerking from his body each time he slammed himself home. Nora could see the tension spreading through Finn's every muscle, could tell that he was struggling to hold himself back.

  "Put my legs over your shoulders," Nora said, desperate for him to go deeper, hit her g-spot.

  Finn complied in a flash, holding the tops of her thighs as he speared her sex, pounding and pounding. The change made Nora's eyes roll up in her head; he was so deep inside now, pushing so hard, she could almost feel him in her womb. It was so intense that it almost hurt, but then Finn leaned back, easing the sensation. At the same time, the thick head of his cock started hitting her g-spot with every thrust.

  "Oh! Oh, Finn, fuck! I'm going to--" Nora didn't even get to finish her sentence. Her vision blanked again, her world dissolving. She was vaguely aware of movement and sound, smothered, drowning in a fierce orgasm that had every innermost muscle clenching and spasming.

  Finn's roar brought her floating up to the surface. He held her thighs in a bruising grip as he bellowed his release, pounding and pulsing into her body, showing his teeth as he jetted fiery lashes of semen into her core.

  He was still for a long moment, eyes shut tightly. His hands caressed her thighs, but he didn't move, didn't free her as he came down from his near-violent release. A shudder ran through his body, a flutter of muscles rippling down his torso.

  "Jesus," he said at last, his eyes opening, gaze laser-focused on Nora's face. "Are you okay?"

  Nora pursed her lips, pretending to consider his question.

  "I don't know. Is 'too many orgasms' a legit complaint?" she asked.

  Groaning, Finn slid from her body, toppling over beside her like a felled tree. Nora turned on her side to face him even as he wrapped an arm around her waist, drawing her in.

  "I didn't hurt you, then?" he asked, his concern genuine. "I didn't mean to lose control like that. It won't happen again."

  Nora huffed out a laugh.

  "It'd better happen again!" she cried, pushing at his chest. "I loved every second of it."

  "Yeah?" Finn asked, giving her a suspicious glance.

  "Fucking right. You felt my body's reaction, didn't you?" she asked.

  "I was kind of... wrapped up... I couldn't concentrate," he said, seeming sheepish.

  "So you didn't hate it either, then," Nora said, a naughty grin alighting on her lips.

  Finn gave a soft growl, tugging her close. They lay like that for ages, until Nora was nearly asleep, exhausted from sheer pleasure.

  "This is it for us, you know," Finn murmured against her hair.

  Nora started, waking from her drowsing.

  "What do you mean?"

  "I mean... you and me. We've got each other, and only each other, for the rest of our lives." His voice sounded a little awed, as if the thought simply hadn't occurred to him before now, or hadn't sunk in.

  Peering up into Finn's face, Nora brushed back a lock of dark hair from his forehead.

  "I know. Are you sorry?" she asked.

  Finn gave her a somber glance, then shook his head.

  "How could I be?"

  Nora wasn't certain how to respond to that. It was the highest sort of praise, coming from someone as wonderful and handsome as Finn. Silence reigned again, until Finn spoke once more.

  "Are you sorry?" he asked, his voice soft.

  Nora looked at him, a soft smile on her lips.

  "I feel the same as you do. How could I be sorry about this?"

  They kissed, slow and soft, bo
dies touching, hands roaming. Before the kiss could turn heated, they heard a commotion at the door.

  "What the fuck, Nora? Are you coming, or not?" Wyatt shouted, pounding on the bedroom door.

  Nora looked at Finn, then dissolved into giggles.

  "Yes, just not with you!" she shouted, cackling gleefully.

  Finn chuckled and kissed her again, hands cupping her breasts, kindling her hunger once more. Wyatt pounded on the door again, muttering curses.

  "Go home, Wyatt!" Finn hollered. "Nora's got everything she needs right here."

  And Nora knew that she really, truly did.

  102

  Seventeen

  Wyatt sat on a bale of hay in the barn of the Lodge, sipping expensive whiskey straight out of the bottle. He’d fled Portland, leaving Nora and Finn tangled up together and happy in their bed. He couldn’t see that through their bedroom door, of course, but he didn’t need to. He’d witnessed the whole scene before, one of a number of outcomes in a series of visions that he’d received two months earlier.

  The other outcomes had been far less pleasant. Nora, given to an abusive older man. Nora, getting snatched off the street in the dead of night, victim of Seattle street violence after she’d run from her father. Those weren’t the worst of his visions, though.

  The worst had been an image of Nora’s father, standing on a hillside. He held two long-stemmed white roses, staring down at identical grave markers. One old, one new. Nora, laid to rest beside her mother.

  Even now, the thought sickened Wyatt.

  “Thought I’d find you here,” came a familiar voice.

  Wyatt turned his head to watch Luke stroll into the barn. Wyatt smirked, leaning back and waving a hand to the hay bale beside him, offering his big brother a seat.

  “Where’s your mate?” Wyatt asked Luke.

  “Funny, I was about to ask you the same thing,” Luke said, arching a brow.

  Wyatt scowled, turning and taking another sip from the bottle. The whiskey burned as it went down, dulling all the other feelings, the dark, creeping, persistent shadows that filled his mind. Booze dulled the visions, too… a nice side benefit.