Bear Their Secret: Wylde Den Three (Alaskan Den Men Book 12)

by Talina Perkins

  Lorne growled long and hard as he leaned in. “You moan like that again and we won’t be responsible for taking you here and now.”

  She froze, torn between his dark promise and the glimpse of what she caught between the thinning trees.

  She pushed around the massive trunk of one tree, the gnarled roots an obstacle course. Thick woods surrounded the hidden section of the lake, hugging the small body of water like a lover’s embrace. Massive rocks lined the edges of water where they stood while cascading water burbled in the distance to create a soothing aquatic symphony.

  The natural force churned a hypnotic pattern in the water, but where they stood lazy waves lapped at the edges of the bank, beckoning her closer. Through the low-hanging branches large patches of sunshine poured through to glitter over the water’s surface. How did they know she couldn’t resist such an invitation?

  A riot of sensations tore through her as ripples of awe fanned across her senses. She smiled and looked between both men. “This is in your back yard? And you’re not here every day?”

  “Come. Let’s have some fun then we can sunbathe over there.” Lorne pointed to the flat slabs of rock she eyed hugging the waterfall. It looked divine soaked in so much warm light and a perfect way to spend her last day with them.

  She angled her head to the side and perched a hand on her hip. “I didn’t exactly bring a bathing suit unless you snagged that from my apartment too.”

  “No need. No peeking toms here.”

  Lorne worked the hem of her shirt up while Kohl slid the snap of her button loose. “You guys are taking a lot for granted, don’t you think.”

  “I’d say yes, but the way you’re stroking my shoulder and hugging up close to Kohl I’d say the attention is welcomed.” Cocksure. The man meant trouble for her if she didn’t watch herself.

  Fighting both of them proved to be a losing battle. The only thing she could do was hold on and pray she had the willpower to resist them a while longer. Lorne had an uncanny way of seeing past her shield, and Kohl had the patience of a freaking, hell, she didn’t know anyone with the amount of patience that man operated with. Whittle it down to the bare essentials and both were pure trouble. It was too late to do anything about the broken heart coming her way like a bullet with her name written all over the front in bright red spray paint.

  Kohl turned her around and looked down his chest at her with a mixture of lust and, she wanted to say anger. “You started something last night.” He took a step forward and she mirrored his action, only in reverse. “Why did you hesitate coming to us?” Thumbing toward Lorne.

  “Everyone had eyeballs on us.” She fibbed.

  “Liar,” he tossed back at her as though she’d nailed him with a live grenade.

  What? Could he smell deception?

  “We know it wasn’t the family. Not after the show you put on.”

  Kohl on one side, Lorne on the other and water at her back. How fast could she swim to the other side? She dashed the thought away before it could take root.

  She swallowed, cornered in nothing but a scrap of lace for panties and a bra. She could probably get up to her knees before the burly werebears had her pinned between them.

  “What’s running through that pretty little mind of yours, sweetheart? You can trust us with the truth.” Despite the whiskey smoothness to his words, Kohl shifted as if he followed her train of thought. Could she outrun a werebear? Would they hunt her like they did prey if she fled?

  If she answered his question they would peel away the last shield she had against their wickedness and she’d be left with nothing but her dimming willpower to protect her against knotted desire that tightened in her womb. With a flick of her shoulder she looked anywhere but those mesmerizing amber of their irises. The multi-faceted shades matched the sunshine beyond the water’s edges as it fought the shade for equal play across the expanse of the water. She straightened and dug in her heels. “Sorry, boys, there’s nothing really to say.”

  “Have it your way.” Lorne bent down and scooped her up for the second time that today. The man needed a good lesson in manners and a good kick in the shins. In that order.

  Swirling water licked at her toes then quickly swallowed her up to the neck as he lifted her to straddle his waist and glided out to the middle of the inlet. She tightened her hold around his neck. “Easy, I’ve got you.” Strong arms held her steady as she took in the rush of cool water over her heated skin.

  She nailed him in the chest. “But who has you? Because you’re earning a good ass kicking, Wylde.”

  A low chuckle tickled her ears. “Might want to take it easy on the Tarzan act, buddy.” Kohl lifted her from Lorne’s grip and glided them both out until the water hit his chin.

  “Now that I have you alone, care to tell me what’s scaring you?” She didn’t believe for a second Lorne couldn’t hear them from where he now stood on the bank spreading out the blanket for them and situating towels for easy access. They had a plan and she walked into it blindly.

  Kohl always had a way of opening the tightest of closed doors. She scanned the small ripples in the water but she knew no answers would come popping out at her.

  Deep wounds threatened to burst open, but this wasn’t the time for her haunting past. Besides, how did she tell them she didn’t trust anyone no matter how hard she tried? And she cried herself to sleep almost every night when they left her? How could she trust them when they so easily walked away? All she wanted was to wake up in someone’s arms, feeling loved. Who was she kidding—she wanted to wake up in their arms. She was the kind of little girl who dreamed of her future wedding as a child. When her mom sent her and Sabine to the store for the rare piece of candy while she got her drug fix, Cherry took five extra minutes to peek at the frilly white dresses in the magazines.

  Looking back, maybe that was why she fell so hard for her first husband and why she’d missed all the signs. She dreamed too big and wanted what fate never intended for her.

  What happened yesterday with the Blackthorne Elder only served as a cold reminder of the past.

  “Let’s just enjoy today.” Once she hit cruising altitude tomorrow, everything would come barreling down on her shoulders. For today, though forced on her at first, she rather enjoyed the small gift they’d given her.

  Cherry cupped Kohl’s cheek and leaned in to brush the tip of her nose against his. “Let’s just enjoy.”

  Worry lines along the edges of his eyes deepened, but he didn’t say anything as Lorne rejoined them. She reclined into his embrace and he took in her lips and her braid wound around her shoulder before answering.

  But he didn’t answer with words. Eyes bright with a golden flare of hunger, Kohl dipped his head and caught her lips with a fiery kiss. Her gut tingled with anticipation. Of what Lorne would do to her as he eased up behind her, his chest pressed against her back. But her heart said another minute in their arms spelled her downfall. She’d risk it. Kohl tasted too damn sinful to give up.

  Deft fingers worked the clasp of her bra free and the cool brush of water against her exposed skin sent a flush of heat through her body despite the water. Braced against Lorne he took her weight in his arms. Large hands framed the sides of her sensitive breasts as Lorne lifted them to reveal her nipples above the water line.

  She gasped and tightened her thighs around Kohl’s waist, locking him in place. He drew the pebbled tip of her nipple between his teeth and bit down. Not too hard but hard enough her pussy clenched and the bundle of nerves deep in her core quivered with a need for release. His cock pressed against the confines of his shorts and her panties, teasing her further.

  She didn’t have to be their mate to enjoy their touch. Her eyelids slipped closed. Did she? Fear clenched deep within and she stiffened.

  “What is it, baby?” Lorne took in their surroundings with a caution she hadn’t seen before.

  The dark strands of her hair splayed across the water’s surface like swirls of ink. She focused on that instead of
Kohl. “Your father.” The itch to reach for her hair had her gnashing her teeth, but Lorne held her steady, his fingers threaded through hers. Tension bunched the corded muscles of Kohl’s neck, and his body went rigid against hers. She immediately regretted her words.

  “We don’t have to talk about that now or ever if you don’t want.” Kohl’s eyes deepened with pain before returning to their normal state. If you could call the otherworldly glow natural or normal.

  “I don’t want you to misunderstand this. And what he said. I can’t have that. Be your mate. I want...” She’d almost slipped, almost said she wished it could happen but to give them false hope of what can’t be would be wrong. “You both need to know that it can’t happen.”

  “You don’t mix words do you, baby girl?” Lorne spoke up, and she blamed her mother’s lies and how they destroyed two little girls. That first night in the orphanage, as she lay there awake watching over her baby sister, Cherry had made a promise to herself to never lie. To never do anything that could destroy their tiny family of two. Then she’s married a man that nearly killed her.

  The pain in Lorne’s words and the fear in Kohl’s eyes had torn a new hole in her heart and had her wishing she’d taken the flight home today. “This was a mistake.”

  Lorne’s fingers tightened around hers. “Sooner or later you have to stop running.” His lips a shy glance away from hers.

  “Please, Lorne. Don’t kiss me. Don’t make me suffer through that and then walk away knowing I can’t have you.”

  He leaned in, the fine contours of his chest pressed against hers as he lifted her to settle in his strong embrace. “You scared to feel? Scared to love? Or do you just not want two men to love you as much as we do?”

  “All of it. All of it, damn you.”

  CHAPTER SIX

  Her words shattered into tiny muffled sounds as Lorne buried his fingers in the length of her hair and pulled her head back to capture her lips with his. Fiery need roughened the kiss as he parted her lips with his tongue and swept the soft inside of her mouth, claiming her breath as his own.

  Constantly aware of Kohl, she registered his heat against her back as he supported her weight. Lorne tore away, the scruff of his bread a delicious pain against the sensitive skin of her cheek as he devoured her neck with nibbles and kisses until he had the pebbled tips of her breasts between his lips.

  Groans tore from her as Kohl turned her head and replaced Lorne’s heated kiss with his own. His slower, but just as possessive. Both unshaven, and she loved the scrape against her flushed skin.

  Fingers flexed along the sides of her neck. Kohl’s, she figured from the way his callused touch tightened, as possessive as it was gentle. As though he claimed her with a mere touch while Lorne worked her body with wicked precision and just enough pressure to keep her toeing the edge without falling over.

  Was this what it would feel like to be claimed by her shifters? She dashed away the dangerous illusion.

  Lorne kneaded the soft globes of her breasts and held both nipples captive above the water’s line, his loving attention floating between one and the other. Her breath quickened as the warm confines of his mouth worked over her peaks and she buried her fingers in his hair the deeper he pulled them into his mouth. Her thigh flexed around his waist, the thick girth of his shaft where Kohl’s had been earlier. Nudged between her folds but held back by the confines of her panties.

  Frustration welled. Bombarded on all sides, her insides tensed, threatened to explode. Suddenly, Lorne had her pinned to his chest, her nipples against taut pecs.

  She gasped as the light dusting of hair on his chest teased her sensitive peaks. Waves of sensations rippled from her center, her nerve endings alight with a fresh torturous need to come.

  Kohl walked ahead of them and no sooner had he stepped from the water did he strip down, his glorious, tanned body on full display. Lorne gently placed her in Kohl’s arms as he followed suit.

  She fell into the golden gazes of her lovers.

  “What are you doing to me?” She wanted more but deep down shook in her panties at the thought of what she feared this meant. The strong intent buried in their heated, glowing gazes. Would they claim her? Here? Now?

  Would she be strong enough to walk away from them after this if they didn’t?

  Lush woods cocooned them away, and it seemed as though the problems of the world couldn’t reach them here.

  “Anything you want,” Kohl answered, his lips a soft caress against her neck meant to distract her.

  Her lids slid closed a fraction. “Too dangerous.” Did they know that?

  “For whom?” Lorne wrapped his arms around her from behind and pinned her against solid muscle. One hand trailed down to spread across her abdomen, only to dip lower. Her breath caught on a moan. “Nothing in this world will hurt you with us here to protect you.” She could feel more than see the lethal promise to his words.

  Kohl coaxed her arms around his neck, and she drank in the sight of his naked body in full glory, hard and ready for her. She shook her head. They didn’t understand and right now she doubted they would see her side of this equation. “Never mind. Maybe for now this is best.”

  She was so easy. God, she needed to grow a backbone with these two. Seriously!

  “You’ll learn to trust us.” Lorne pinched both her nipples between two fingers and her thoughts fled on a rush of pleasure and stole the last of her resolve. Focusing was becoming harder to do by the second when every inch of her Alaskan natives’ chiseled bodies pressed against her, held her.

  “You know I’ve always wanted you both to take me beneath the sunshine.”

  Kohl’s eyes brightened and it wasn’t the sunshine playing tricks. Shards of amber and whiskey crackled in his irises.

  “Are you ready to blush for us?” Lorne leaned in and whispered along the shell of her ear as he led her to the blanket like a lamb to the wolf’s den. Or, in this case, the bear’s den.

  “Our goal is to make sure every time you close your eyes and you wake drenched, aching for our touch,” he gathered her hand and pressed her palm against his engorged shaft, “and our cocks.”

  Oh, God. Did they know they were way too late on that end? She woke every morning wanting them, their touch, craving it like she craved air. But they were already gone.

  “So you’re not going to let me go?” She looked between them. “Either of you?”

  Lorne and Kohl both shook their heads. “If you’ll have us there won’t be a part of you that we’ll leave unclaimed.”

  Oh.

  A sudden seriousness came over Lorne and unease tightened his muscles where she rested her hands on his shoulders.

  It took everything she had not to tackle him to the ground and show them both what that meant to her. Faint tremors had her taking several breaths to calm her heart as it hammered the walls of her chest. “It sounds like you want me addicted to the both of you.” She didn’t mean to sound breathy, but they stole every logical thought and replaced it with the need to have them between her thighs. That was the straight up truth.

  A wicked gleam shone in their eyes, an equally devilish smile on their lips as they dipped their heads, working their way down the slope of her neck, over the lines of her shoulders until each had a nipple between the confines of their fiery lips. Scorched on contact, flames consumed her instantly.

  Maybe she would survive the full body meltdown, but she held no false hopes.

  She fell to her knees and tightened her grip around both impressive girths. They’d given her countless moments of pleasure, saw to her needs. She wanted to do the same.

  Cherry tipped her chin back. Kohl’s gaze swam with something close to what she feared and wanted the most.

  Love.

  Before her brain could run away with the dangerous thought she turned to Lorne, replaced her fingers with her lips and marveled as the planes of Lorne’s abs quaked beneath her touch.

  In a slow rhythm, she took his full length, rolled her
tongue over the head of his cock as she stroked the silk steel of Kohl between her fingers.

  Between gritted teeth Lorne ground out, “Fuck sweetheart. Tighter.” She complied and smiled around Lorne’s cock as Kohl unsuccessfully throttled a groaned.

  “We’re gonna make sure it’s our names you cry out in your dreams,” Kohl grunted, holding the wet strands of her hair from her face. She turned to him, the head of his shaft between her lips before he could finish his words.

  “Please, whatever you do never stop. You’re so fucking perfect.” He moaned something else that danced along the fringes of her hearing that she couldn’t make out. She felt more than saw Lorne as he eased from her grip to kneel behind her. The sound of material ripping hit her ears as he freed her of the last scrap of clothing she had on.

  Bared to him, he slipped between her thighs just as smoothly. She moaned around Kohl’s shaft and he threw back his head as a growl ripped from deep within his chest.

  “So fucking perfect, baby.”

  She wanted to snort at that. No one ever thought her perfect. Ever.

  Instead, she placed both hands on Kohl’s thighs and anchored him close, leaning forward at Lorne insistence.

  Kohl’s body tensed the faster she worked him into the slick warmth of her mouth and every breath he took was sharper than the last.

  Behind her, Lorne slid the engorged head of his cock between her slick folds, and back over her rear entrance.

  Her heart dipped.

  Her hips had a mind of their own and refused to listen to his direction. Pleasure sent her hips back and into his waiting grip. Fingers stronger than iron locked around her waist and she moaned in frustration.

  She released Kohl, panting. “Stop teasing already.”

  He chuckled low, the sound like smooth molasses over to the ears which only infuriated her. He knew what she wanted but he continued to repeat the delicious torture of teasing her. Gliding forward to nudge her clit, slip between folds until his cock rested between her cheeks. Her nails bit into the flesh of Kohl’s thighs earning her a growl.