Bear Outlaw

by Candace Ayers

  But Raoul could. And it was selfish of me to stand between them. Raoul and I shared everything. There was no reason why I should not share Anna—especially since I could not have her at all.

  I heard the door creak open, and I looked up, expecting Raoul. Instead, I was surprised to see Anna, still wearing the black satin gown she’d worn to the gala. She was wearing the rubies I’d given her for our wedding day, glowing at her throat and ears, and I felt my breath catch in my throat for a moment. She was a vision tonight, her pale skin made even whiter by the black of the gown and the red of the jewels, glistening like blood at her neck. I felt a sharp jolt of lust, a desire to grab her and pull her into my arms, to bury my fangs in her neck and drink from her. I forced it down, gritting my teeth.

  “Anna,” I said, keeping my voice even. “Is there something you need?”

  She walked towards me, her mouth tense. She sat down next to me on the chaise, and I stiffened, shocked. She rarely chose to be close to me.

  “Are you angry with me, Dimitri?” Her voice was soft, and her hands hovered in her lap. For a moment I thought she might touch me.

  I shook my head. “Why would you think that?”

  “You were…different tonight. Especially once we were home.”

  It gave me a jolt, to hear her call this place home. It was her home, would be her home for the rest of her life, but it still startled me that she thought of it that way. I had always expected that she would think of it as a sort of prison, a place she wouldn’t have chosen to be but was forced to occupy anyway.

  “Anna.” I didn’t know what to say. “This isn’t a conversation you want to have.”

  “You’ve always been very good at deciding what I should want,” she said, a touch acerbically. “Perhaps you should let me decide for once.”

  She’d become so very different in the past six months. Gone was the shy, passive young woman I’d arranged a marriage with. She’d become more sure of herself, carried herself differently. The first event we’d gone to after the wedding, she’d looked as if she’d been about to faint at any moment from nervousness. Tonight, she’d glided around the room effortlessly, making small talk and charming everyone she spoke to. It made me wish, desperately, that our marriage was not all a sham. That she would talk and laugh with me as easily as she did with others. That she would look at me the way she looked at Raoul.

  “You want Raoul, don’t you?” I said, my voice flat.

  “Raoul and I are friends,” she said carefully. “Nothing more.”

  “I see the way you look at each other. If I weren’t in the way…”

  “But you are,” she said calmly, looking straight at me. “And that is the way it will be. There’s nothing more to say on the subject, Dimitri.”

  “I know there is nothing I can do to keep you from hating me,” I said. “But I don’t wish you to be unhappy. I did promise you that I would do all I could to see to your happiness.”

  “I don’t hate you,” Anna said softly.

  I looked at her, startled.

  “I did, at first,” she said. “I hated you with a passion. You threatened my family, forced me to marry you…what else would I possibly feel? But over time…I’ve come to see things a bit differently.” She paused for a moment. “I’ve spent time, at these social events, with the men you work with. I’ve seen how you interact with them. I’ve seen the respect they give you—something very like fear. And while I don’t pretend to understand how your business works, I see that it is your position that keeps them from trying to take what you have built. I also know that my father’s mistake cost you someone very dear, and I can only imagine what that must be like. I did imagine it, when I thought of the cost of refusing to marry you. I would have done anything to preserve my father’s life, and did, and I imagine that you showed restraint, actually, in not killing my father in retaliation for losing someone you loved.”

  I stared at her, unable to think of anything to say.

  “I’ve tried to think what else you could have done, besides killing my father or demanding my hand in payment. You could have taken more of my father’s profits, but that might have beggared us, caused us to lose our home or be unable to eat. You couldn’t be responsible for such a thing, not with my mother so ill, especially. At least if you married me, you could see to it that I was well kept, and my family wouldn’t suffer. I see now that you chose what you believed was the least painful way to make my father pay for his mistake—which I see now was terrible—and still maintain your power. And while it is hard to forgive you for what you’ve taken from me, I also see what you’ve allowed us to keep. And for that, I cannot hate you.”

  For a very long moment, there was nothing but silence. I could hear Anna’s heartbeat, could see the faint flush of her skin. I was suddenly awash with desire, unable to think of anything but how badly I wanted to touch her. She was looking at me, too, her gaze steady, and I couldn’t bear it a moment longer.

  “I promised I would never touch you without your consent, Anna.” My voice was husky, my hands clenched. “Anna. Let me kiss you. Please.”

  She stared at me for a long moment. “Yes,” she said softly.

  I reached for her, the black satin slick beneath my hands. I pulled her to me, nearly in my lap, and I reached up, my fingers at the nape of her bare neck, just below the upsweep of her hair. I remembered touching the nape of her neck the night of our wedding, just as I began to unbutton her dress, and I shuddered with lust. Her eyes were wide, and she didn’t move. Her lips parted slightly as she waited, and I could take it no longer.

  I dipped my head, pressing my mouth to hers. She was soft, and warm—so very warm—and I felt her tense for just a moment, and then she was leaning into me, her hand resting on my thigh to brace herself as she let me kiss her, her lips parting as I deepened the kiss. I plunged my fingers into her hair, the pins loosening as I did so, and I tipped her chin up, devouring her. I could feel her body arch towards me, her breathing quickening as her tongue brushed against mine, her head falling back.

  In a flash, I’d grasped her waist and turned her so that her back was pressed against the back of the lounge, and I knelt over her, my hand tracing down her face, her throat, her collarbone. Her chest was heaving in the tight evening gown, and I wanted suddenly to rip it off of her, to see all of her pale skin in the firelight. I understood what Raoul had felt that night. I could sense the barely restrained passion in her, the pent-up need to be touched, and I wanted to give her all of it.

  But she’d agreed to a kiss. Only a kiss. I pulled back, dazed with lust, and she stared up at me, her eyes wide.

  “Dimitri,” she whispered. “How long have you wanted to do that?”

  “Since I unbuttoned your wedding gown,” I said, my voice rough. “Since I saw Raoul kissing you by the fire. I am not flowers and compliments, Anna, I don’t have the words Raoul does. But my god, I want you. I have wanted you.”

  “I didn’t know,” she said softly. “I thought…I thought you wanted as little to do with me as I wanted to do with you.”

  “Surely you saw how jealous I was of Raoul?”

  “I thought it was because I was your wife. Because you didn’t want him touching your possession.” I caught the hint of bitterness in her tone.

  “I don’t possess you, Anna. No one does.” I looked down at her wide eyes, her reddened lips. “But I want to.”

  Her fingers went to her throat. “Raoul mentioned…that first night…he said he wanted to taste me. Do you…do you really do that?”

  I felt my whole body ache when she said that. “Only to those who are willing,” I said, fighting to control the desire in my voice. “Sometimes donors, sometimes lovers. It’s not…quite what you’ve probably heard. It’s more…intimate than that.”

  She bit her lip. “I don’t know if I’m quite ready for that.”

  All I heard in those words was that this wouldn’t be the last time I touched her, and I felt suddenly elated. “That’s okay,�
� I said softly. “I would never ask more of you than you’re willing to give.”

  “You and Raoul,” she said, hesitating. “I know you’re more than friends. But what…exactly? I’ve never asked, and you’ve never really said.”

  I raised my eyebrows. I hadn’t expected that question. I sat back on the edge of the chaise, and she drew her knees up, the long skirt of her gown spilling around us. I struggled to organize my thoughts, still distracted from kissing her only moments ago.

  “I met Raoul two hundred or so years ago.” I saw her eyes widen. “I know, it’s hard to think of a space of time like that. Before I was…what I am, I could never have imagined it. And it is difficult, to be with one person for so long. It helps that we are not monogamous, so we are able to explore, knowing we will always come back to each other. Over the years, he has become my closest confidante, friend, and partner. About a hundred years ago, we participated in the marriage rituals of vampires, bonding us together for life. He is, for all intents and purposes, my husband.”

  “So you’re a bigamist.” Anna laughed, and I relaxed a little, glad that she wasn’t angry or frightened. “What are the rituals?” she asked, her expression curious.

  “For vampires and humans, it involves the exchange of blood. Between vampires, since we have very little blood of our own, it is more symbolic.”

  “So if you married me according to your rituals, what would happen?”

  “I would drink from you, and then you would drink from me, essentially mingling our blood.”

  Anna raised an eyebrow. “I thought it would be more…I don’t know. Weird, I guess. That doesn’t sound that strange, really.” She shrugged. “Kind of romantic, I suppose. Why didn’t you insist that we do that?”

  I stared at her. “For one, because I’d sworn I wouldn’t touch you without your consent, and the ritual is very intimate, as intimate as sex. And for another, our marriage was meant as an arrangement, to make a statement to the other humans with which I deal, a warning to others. If I made you my wife according to my rituals…it would be different. It would be because we wished to be married…both my choice and yours.”

  She nodded. She was silent for a long moment, and then she leaned forward, her warm hand cupping my cheek gently. To my astonishment, she pressed her lips to mine. “I need to think,” she said softly, when she pulled away from the kiss. “Thank you, Dimitri.”

  “For what?” I asked, somewhat astonished.

  “For being so honest with me. About everything.”

  I nodded, and then she was off of the seat, and gone.

  I took a deep, shuddering breath. If there was one thing I hadn’t expected from my marriage to Anna, it was that it would be so full of surprises.

  7

  Anna

  When I left Dimitri, my mind and heart were a whirl of emotion. Of all the things I’d expected from him, his offer to allow Raoul and I to carry on a relationship was not one of them. I sat on the edge of the seat at my dressing table, staring at the puddle of black satin my evening gown made on the floor, and reached to unclasp the heavy jewels from around my neck, setting them on the table. They glittered in the low light from the fire, and I touched one absent-mindedly. This was my life now. It was a strange life, but it wasn’t as difficult or as lonely as I’d thought it would be. My days were my own, to do whatever I liked, and I’d grown to look forward to the evenings with Raoul and Dimitri.

  Raoul. I hadn’t stopped thinking about him since that very first night in the library. I’d clung to the words he’d said to me, and to the dozens of small compliments he’d given and conversations we’d shared in the months since. I’d formed a bond with Raoul, and I knew that we’d only kept it from going farther for fear of angering Dimitri. The offer was tempting.

  Dimitri. I’d hated him when I’d first come here. He’d been my jailor, the man forcing me into an unwanted marriage, a tyrant who only cared about his own power. But since then, just as I’d said to him, I’d come to understand the impossible position he’d been placed in, and the fault of my father in all of it, for which I’d paid. I’d realized what a soul-crushing loss he’d endured—the loss of a companion with whom he’d shared the equivalent of lifetimes. And I’d come to care for him, too. He was more reserved than Raoul, his humor drier, his demeanor more stoic. But in unguarded moments, I saw a man that I was beginning to love, just as I’d come to love Raoul. And now I wasn’t sure what I should do. Dimitri would allow Raoul and I to be together, if I asked for it. Our marriage would continue as it was, a figurehead for his empire. And in private, I would be Raoul’s.

  But it would mean never kissing Dimitri again as I had tonight. I remembered his hands, pressing me back onto the chaise, the firm press of his lips, the way his hard façade had melted away and he’d gripped me with all the passion I hadn’t thought he possessed. I’d wanted more. And I wasn’t sure I wanted to give that up.

  And then, I remembered the conversation I’d had with Dimitri earlier, when I asked him about Raoul, and I knew what the solution was.

  I excused myself early from the sitting room the next evening, feigning tiredness. Raoul and Dimitri were in the midst of a rousing debate about some financial issue. I went upstairs, feeling shaky. I was fairly certain my plan would work, but I was nervous. I’d married Dimitri resolving that it would mean being a virgin for the rest of my life. And now I was planning to sleep with not only one, but two men. I felt both nervous and excited, my fingers shaking as I pulled the short black nightgown out of my wardrobe, and pulled the long black silk robe over it. I sat on the edge of my bed, biting my lip anxiously, until I heard their footsteps come up the stairs and retreat to their room. I waited a couple of minutes, and then padded down the hallway, pausing for a nervous moment in front of the door before knocking.

  I heard Dimitri’s voice, surprised, call out: “Come in.” I pushed the door open, and was momentarily frozen by the sight in front of me.

  The room was set up much like mine. Raoul was sitting in front of the fire, shirtless, and I stared at him for a moment, taking in the broad swath of his pale shoulders, the lean muscle of his arms. I heard Dimitri clear his throat, and I turned to see him standing next to the bed, clearly in the process of getting undressed. He was wearing only the black trousers he’d had on earlier, the shirt and tie tossed aside. His skin was white, and he was leaner than Raoul, but still heavily muscled, the body of a runner. His dark eyes and hair seemed to stand out even more than usual against the whiteness of his body, and I felt my stomach knot, remembering the night before in the library.

  “Anna,” he said, his voice cautious. “What are you doing here?”

  I stepped into the room, letting the door shut behind me. “I thought about what we talked about last night. About how you would let Raoul and I be together, if that’s what we wanted.”

  I heard a small sound of surprise from Raoul, and saw a flash of disappointment cross Dimitri’s face, which he quickly quelled. “But I also thought about last night,” I continued softly, “and how you said you wanted me. About how much I’ve come to care for you, and I think you feel the same way.”

  Dimitri seemed frozen in place, as if he wasn’t sure in what direction the conversation would go.

  “You told me you and Raoul are together. As married as we are, more so. And so I saw that I have more than two choices. There is a third choice. I don’t want to choose either Raoul or you.” I took a deep breath. “I want both of you.”

  I couldn’t have shocked Dimitri more if I tried. His eyes were wide and dark in his face, as if he were trying to process what I’d just said. And then, in a flash, he was standing in front of me, his hands on my upper arms, holding me firmly. “Are you sure?” he breathed. “Anna…” he stopped, swallowing convulsively. “Anna, there is nothing more I could have hoped for in this world. But you must be sure.”

  I nodded. “I’m sure.”

  I had barely a moment to breathe before his mouth was on mine, hard and
demanding, devouring me. It was as if he’d been holding back all this time, and this was the kiss he’d been desperate to give me, taking me in as if I were all he needed to survive. His fingers dug into my arms and I arched my back, closing what little distance was between us. I grabbed his shoulders as he wrapped one arm around my waist, lifting me up and setting me on the edge of the bed, never breaking the kiss. He pulled away for a moment, panting, and I saw Raoul slowly get up from the chair in front of the fire. He was naked, and so handsome he took my breath away. I watched him walk towards us, his gait slow and rolling, his hips swaying, and I suddenly ached to touch him. I looked from Raoul to Dimitri, feeling suddenly overwhelmingly self-conscious in front of these two men, so handsome I could hardly believe they were real.

  “I’ve never…” I stumbled over my words. “I mean…I don’t know…”

  “Do you want to watch us at first?” Raoul asked, his accent thickening as he spoke. I nodded speechlessly, unable to form words as I watched Dimitri turn to Raoul, and Raoul took him by the arms, pulling Dimitri to him in a deep and lingering kiss.

  I’d never seen two men touch before, never even really thought of it. It was fascinating to watch as I let my gaze drift over Raoul’s body, over the sloping muscles of his chest and abdomen, his chiseled thighs, the rapidly growing cock between them. I wanted to touch him, but I stayed on the bed, watching as Dimitri’s hands drifted over Raoul, fingers trailing down his stomach, and finally resting between his legs, his hands beginning a slow, languorous rhythm there. Raoul was working at the clasp of Dimitri’s trousers, pushing them off him, and I saw that Dimitri was rock-hard already, his cock brushing against Raoul’s as the two men kissed. Raoul reached up, running his fingers through Dimitri’s hair as his mouth drifted to Dimitri’s throat, then brushed over his shoulder, and then Raoul dropped to his knees.

  I watched, shocked, as Raoul took Dimitri’s member into his mouth, and Dimitri groaned aloud, and then he turned to look at me, his dark eyes nearly black with lust. “Anna,” he murmured, his voice husky and deep. “Come here.”