Bears of Burden: WYATT

by Candace Ayers

  I waited for him to come back, but the longer I sat there, in his leaf shelter, the more tired I felt. I found a blanket rolled up in his bag and I pulled it into the shelter. I couldn’t get comfortable in his thick pants, so I slipped them off and changed into a long T-shirt and a pair of yoga pants. Then, I crawled under the thick, wool blanket and used his jacket as a pillow. It smelled like him, and soothed something in me that I hadn’t known needed soothing.

  He’d left so abruptly. I wasn’t sure where he’d gone. I’d called him a Neanderthal and then he’d just left. I didn’t think he was so easily offended, but just goes to show that I barely knew him. Maybe he’d gone to get his wounded ego stroked somewhere else. Somewhere like Sarah’s shelter.

  Anger seared through my body at that thought. He’d obviously been with her before. It wasn’t that far of a stretch to imagine them cozying up together in the twigs and dirt. Wyatt was smoking hot and Sarah was clearly willing to throw herself at him. The visual of her bending herself over backward for him burned itself into my brain and wouldn’t leave.

  I wasn’t sure if it was the shelter or the rage I was feeling, but I was suddenly glad to be out of his heavy clothing. I kicked the blanket off my legs and shoved his jacket away from me, too. If he was going to run around on me, one day into us being mates, there was no way I was signing up for a lifetime. I’d find my own damn way down the mountain the next morning. Alone.

  I tossed and turned for what felt like hours. Wyatt never returned, and when I finally passed out, my face was still furrowed in anger. I dreamed of punching Sarah in her smug little puckered kisser and giving Wyatt’s balls a “hello” with my kneecap. They both deserved it.

  At some point, the rain had started, but I hardly noticed. Not until Wyatt crawled into the shelter next to me, dripping wet. His body settling next to mine woke me up and when his wet arm was slung over me, I went ballistic. I screeched and fought to get away from him.

  I flailed and thrashed and my leg connected with something solid just before the shelter toppled over and ice cold rain pelted down on us.

  “Georgia! It’s me! Jesus!”

  I yanked the blanket over me and tried to be as small as possible to avoid the rain. “I know it’s you, you buttface. Look what you made me do!”

  He was already on his knees, working to fix the log I’d kicked out of place. “What the hell’s wrong with you? You want to freeze to death?!”

  I sat up, the top of my head connecting with the bottom of his chin. Crap! It felt like I’d rammed my head into a brick wall. “Why’d you put your head there?!”

  He cursed as he held his mouth and leaned out of the shelter to spit out blood. “You are a fucking detriment to my health tonight.”

  My slight worry for his mouth disappeared and I poked him. “You made me stay!”

  He grabbed a canister of water and swished some around before spitting it out. “What is wrong with you? Do you always wake up this volatile?”

  I shoved the wet blanket at him and held up my hands as rain continued to soak me. “This is what I woke up to! Of course, I’m a little pissy.”

  He jammed the log back into place and the rain instantly stopped flowing down on us. His hair hung, wet, in his face, and large droplets rolled down his bare chest. “You did this!”

  I was momentarily distracted as I followed the trail of water down to his lap. His barely covered, obviously naked lap. “Are you naked?! You couldn’t even dress before coming back from her shelter?”

  “What the hell are you talking about? I told you I sleep naked.”

  I crab-crawled as far from him as I could get and glared. “Maybe you should go sleep naked with Sarah. I promise you I don’t mind. I’m more than happy with just the shelter. She can keep the man.”

  I didn’t have time to scream before he grabbed me and yanked me into his arms. He pulled me over his lap and landed his hand on my wet ass once, twice, and then a third time.

  Words failed me and I couldn’t take back the moan I let out at being manhandled the way I was. My pride told me to fight him, but my body and, unfortunately, my heart, told me to let the man take what was his.

  CHAPTER 15: Wyatt

  Thunder rang out around us and I hastily scattered off Wyatt’s lap. I stared at him with wide eyes and my mouth agape. Lust was pounding through me much like the rain pounding on the small shelter, insistent that I pay attention to it or be drowned. My hair was plastered to my head and I knew I must look awful, but oddly, none of that mattered. For the first time in my life, I was staring at a man, unconcerned about my physical appearance as I contemplated taking him to bed. Or ground. Whatever.

  “Come here.”

  His bossiness ruffled my feathers. He was just what I’d called him earlier. One hundred percent Neanderthal.

  “Don’t tell me what to do.” I gritted my teeth and got up on my knees, “And don’t you dare do that again. What you just did, I mean.”

  He got to his knees, the blanket fell away, and I was instantly aware of a very big exclamation point between us. Very big. “You deserved it. You probably deserve more.”

  My face and chest went red. “Touch me again and I will make you wish you’d never been born.”

  His big hands clasped the back of my head and around my waist and he dragged me into his chest. Suddenly pressed against each other from shoulder to knee, he groaned and his hand fisted in my hair. “I was born to touch you.”

  My body went up in flames. I slammed my mouth into his and he dove for mine. Sense and reason flew out the window. I cared about nothing but him. I just needed him.

  His kiss made me feel like I was spinning down the mountain. My head buzzed and tingling started in the tips of my fingers, slowly creeping, taking over my entire body. Just when I thought I would float away, he lowered us to the ground. With his weight on top of me, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders to keep him there.

  Wyatt kissed me like I was air and he needed me to breathe. There was something that edged on desperation that made me feel a little wild. His hands captured my face and he worshipped my lips with his, soft and gentle first, then rough and hard. His tongue slid into my mouth and swept away any other kiss I could’ve ever remembered.

  I tasted berries on his breath and flicked my tongue over his lips. “Did you eat some of her pie?”

  He growled and sat up, on his knees, straddling me. “Woman, I am here with you, trying to show you that you’re the only woman my eyes can see. Stop talking. Especially about her.”

  He looked like some sort of dark angel, ready to ravage his woman in his cavernous lair. His face was drawn tight, part anger and part lust. His body was all hard muscle and sex-appeal and he wanted me. Just me.

  “Don’t tell me what to do.”

  His eyes flashed pale, nearly the color of the sun, as they raked over my body. “Don’t ask me crazy questions.”

  I pushed myself up and nipped at his right nipple that was in front of my face. When he moaned, I flattened my tongue and licked before running it across his chest to the other one. “Shut up.”

  He rolled us over so I was on top and bucked his hips against me. “Take your shirt off. Slow. I want to see you.”

  Instead of arguing, I caught the bottom hem of my shirt and did as he demanded. I slowly pulled it up and off, as my breasts tumbled out in front of him. He sat up like I had and cupped one of them in his massive hand. When his lips closed over my nipple and his teeth teased me, I cried out.

  He kissed the skin under my chest and then over my ribs. “Pants. Off.”

  I didn’t stop pushing them down as I commented about his commands. “Your vocabulary is the size of a matchbook.”

  When I didn’t move fast enough, he grabbed them and ripped them from my body, pinching and tugging my skin in the process. Moisture leaked from my core. Something about this sexy caveman brute and his eagerness to have me, set me on fire.

  Then, he was tugging me up, up, until I was kneeling with my thi
ghs spread wide over his face. I gasped as he bit my thigh and grabbed my ass with both hands, squeezing, like he was squeezing lemons, and separating my cheeks.

  “Wyatt!” My shocked scream was carried away on a roll of thunder and then I was screaming again, pleasure clenching my throat until my voice broke and all that was left was a thick, lust-filled moan.

  His tongue speared into me, fucking me as deep as he could get it. His nose rubbed my clit in time with his thrusting and in seconds, I was drifting away on the first waves of an orgasm. As my body lurched forward, I grabbed at anything I could and caught the stick holding the shelter together above us. It rocked dangerously, but managed to take my yanking.

  While wave after wave of orgasm rolled over me, Wyatt moved his tongue to my clit and flicked it there gently, prolonging my orgasm until I was crying for him to stop.

  When he did stop, it was to flip me over and slide me down until he could impale me with his cock. I felt him rock into me for the first time. He was thick and long, filling me until it was just shy of painful.

  Wyatt moaned and buried his face into my neck. “Fuck.”

  I raked my nails down his back and locked my legs around his waist. “Yes, Wyatt! Yes!”

  He pulled out and then slammed back into me. His teeth scraped across my skin and I felt something release inside of me. I understood the desperation he must’ve felt earlier. I needed him, more of him, all of him. I wanted him in me, on me, over me, any kind of way I could get him.

  I sank my teeth into his shoulder as he hit a spot in me that no other man had ever touched before. He growled and jerked us up so that I was in his lap, straddling him. The position made him feel impossibly larger in me. Our bodies rocked together, faster, harder. My breasts smashed into his chest and the dusting of hair he had there was just rough enough to drive me closer to the edge.

  The rain changed direction and blew in through the side of the shelter. It drenched us, but I barely noticed. Staring into Wyatt’s eyes as he took me, kissing his swollen lips, I was a woman gone.

  His hands slapped my ass and then gripped it as he thrust into my body harder. “Georgia, I’m not going to last.”

  I tossed my head back and licked rain from my upper lip. His eyes moved to my neck, glowing golden again. I knew what he wanted. I knew and for a second, it didn’t scare me. I kissed him hard and then buried my face into the crook of his neck, leaving mine exposed. I felt besotted with him, like the world was spinning so fast around me that we would take off at any second.

  Wyatt’s thumb moved to my clit and he circled it once before I came apart in his arms. I clenched tight around him and felt his body jerk as his orgasm started. Then, I felt him vibrate against me seconds before his teeth sank into my neck. I screamed his name as my orgasm doubled, then tripled in intensity.

  My body was exploding in pleasure that grew and grew until I was writhing in his arms, helpless to do anything but let it overtake me. I could feel his hot seed filling me as he growled out my name. I was vaguely aware of my body turning to jello.

  CHAPTER 16: Wyatt

  I held my mate in my arms, feeling complete and more satiated than I could ever remember feeling. She was mine. It might’ve made me a Neanderthal, but it was true. She wore my mark on her neck like a sexy necklace. She already smelled slightly of me and I couldn’t contain a roar of pride at knowing that anyone else who got close to her would know that she was spoken for.

  She shivered slightly and I cursed. The rain battered away at us, leaving us both dripping wet and quickly growing cold. I reached my arm out of the shelter and grabbed the small flap I’d put across the top for just that purpose. I pulled it down and the rain instantly stopped pelting us. I found my jacket stuffed to one side of the shelter and wrapped it around Georgia’s shoulders.

  My body was naturally warmer than hers so I wrapped her in my arms and held her to my chest. Her head fit just under my chin and her little hands immediately tried to wrap around my sides to hold me. Feeling her reach for me sent a new emotion flowing through my body. My bear even curled up to it like a little puppy. In one night, she’d brought us both to our knees.

  I pressed a kiss to the top of her head. The mate bond was more than I’d ever expected. I’d always heard stories about how intense it would be, but there was no preparing for the real thing. I felt like I’d just been knocked off my feet and dragged by the hair to a place where the sun shone brighter. Where the whole world was new and different.

  The guys would eat me alive if they knew I was thinking about sunshine and puppies while a sexy, naked woman was on top of me. Thorn would get it. He’d just mated with Allie. He’d been an idiot, though. He’d run from his mate like she was the plague. There was no way I was running from Georgia. I knew what I wanted and I was taking it.

  *

  I woke up to Georgia straddling me. My morning wood turned to rock and I growled. “What are you up to, little one?”

  “Isn’t it obvious?”

  I about choked when she lifted her hips and then took me into her tight channel. Fur threatened to erupt all over my body as I nearly lost all control. “Georgia…”

  She rocked her hips back and forth and tossed her head back. Her hair was kinked in all sorts of places, looking about as wild as I imagined it could, and dragging across my thighs as she moved. She smelled like sex and berries and rain, and a little something wild from me. I could smell our sex on her skin and I’d never smelled anything better. Her eyes opened wide as I grabbed her hips and lifted her, just to drop her back down on my dick.

  “You give the best damn wakeup call, sugar.”

  She rocked her hips faster and I swallowed the urge to flip her over and take control. She could set her own pace. I wanted to watch her use my body to pleasure herself.

  As her hips moved, I could feel her walls tightening on me. A pretty blush started at her chest and worked its way up to her cheeks and down to her stomach as she got closer to coming. Her hands were suddenly on my chest, nails clawing into my skin as she bit her lip and came with a greedy sounding little mewl.

  I shook with the need to take her. My hands dug into her hips and I had to squeeze my eyes shut so I wouldn’t see her beautiful face all scrunched up with pleasure, her lip caught between her teeth and her tongue stroking out to wet it. If I saw it, I’d come early and embarrass myself in a way that hadn’t happened since I was fifteen.

  “Wyatt.” Her voice was husky and revealed her desire. “How do you want me?”

  I stilled.

  “Tell me. On my knees? You’ve already had me on my back, but I’m not opposed to trying it again. Just tell me what you want.”

  My voice was barely more than a growl when I spoke. “Hands and knees. Now.”

  She climbed off of me and then positioned herself. She was stunning that way, exposed and waiting for me. She was giving me everything and I was determined to make sure she knew how fucking much it meant to me.

  I moved behind her and stroked her ass before dipping my fingers into her from behind. The ragged cry of pleasure threatened to break me. I wrapped her hair around my fist and thrust into her, a loud roar ripping from my chest as I discovered what home really meant. Right there, in my mate, that was where I was meant to be. Filling her, pleasuring her, making sure she knew damn well that I belonged to her as much as I demanded she belong to me.

  “Mine. You are mine, Georgia.”

  She gasped as I thrust into her, harder and faster. “You don’t… You don’t even know if you like me outside of this.”

  I stilled with just the tip of my cock inside of her. “I know. I know more than you could possibly begin to guess just how much I like you. You were made for me, sugar, and I was designed and created with you in mind. I like all of you.

  “I like this.” I slowly pushed back into her and then pulled out. Then, I cupped her long, slender neck in my hands and turned her face to the side so she could see me. “And I like this.” I pressed my lips against hers.


  She moaned into my kiss and then stared up at me with huge eyes. “How are you doing this to me?”

  I moved again, gentler and more determined to put everything I felt into my movements, so she wouldn’t be able to question my feelings. “You’re doing the same thing to me. I’m yours just as much as you’re mine.”

  The words set something off in her. Another orgasm crashed through her body, taking mine right along with it. I would make her understand. I had to.

  CHAPTER 17: Georgia

  The feelings that were bubbling to my surface and threatening to break through were dangerous. They screamed commitment. They screamed forever. I wasn’t that kind of girl. The longest a relationship had ever lasted for me was a couple of weeks. That’s how long it took before the little annoyances became deal-breakers. Yet, even dressed in just a pair of ragged cargo shorts and a black bandana to keep his hair out of his face, Wyatt was still the sexiest man I’d ever seen. My body was definitely cheering for a long haul.

  The man could make sex an Olympic sport. He had me cumming like a freight train and in under a minute. I’d never experienced anything comparable to the pleasure Wyatt Drexel wielded. And I was terrified of it.

  I was so scared that I needed to get out of the damn shelter as soon as I could, before the feeling of claustrophobia overtook me. I’d barely pulled my tank top over my head when I hurried out as fast as I could, crashing headlong into someone climbing just as hurriedly into the shelter.

  Our heads connected and I saw stars for a moment. Then, I realized a body was stumbling backwards, towards the small drop behind. I reached out blindly and tried to grab an arm or leg, or anything I could, but when my fingers connected with a chest, I ended up providing just the needed amount of force to topple them backwards. The resounding scream and thud were nearly drowned out by the rustle of leaves.

  I blinked away the pain of a near concussion and crawled over to the drop-off. When my eyes uncrossed and I could focus again, I almost felt bad. Almost.