Lorne approached the bed and leaned over the edge until she fell back into Kohl’s embrace.
Lorne made quick work of ridding her of her shorts and panties careful not to irritate the bandage on her leg.
With a hand at the base of his cock he stroked the length. “Open for me,” Lorne commanded and she did. His dominance stirred a raw passion within her and she stilled beneath his gaze. Her eyes slipped shut as he pushed the tip of his cock her wet lips.
Kohl inhaled sharply behind her.
“You’ll never know another lonely night, nor will our child,” Kohl promised in a roughened whisper. Emotions flared in his words and a welcomed calmness settled over her.
Whispered thoughts glanced across her mind and she saw herself through their eyes. A mixture of images and moments they shared over the last two months.
She froze, gasping. “What was that?”
Lorne joined them on the bed. Before she could ask more questions his lips were over hers. Possessive, warm, and dominate.
“It’s nothing to be scared of,” offered Kohl as he took her weight against him. “The magic is melding and forming a bond between us. Sharing our thoughts and emotions. It has approved of our connection and is tying us together.”
Lorne watched her closely for her reaction to what Kohl explained.
“I can feel heat. Like fire in my blood cells.”
“It’s the call to claim you. It will burn hotter until we sink our teeth into your pretty neck and place our mark on you as we come inside you.”
Her breathing hitched. “And my teeth.”
Kohl lifted her to straddle his thighs, his shaft pressed against her backside. He slipped a hand around and grazed the silken underside of her flushed breast before brushing his fingertips along her abdomen in a sensual tease.
She sucked in air hard and fast as his finger found her clit. The quiet of the apartment settled over them and amplified the sounds of ecstasy they lifted from her.
Lorne eased forward and brought her legs around his waist. He slipped the tip of his cock between her folds and his head fell back, his eyes rolling into his head.
In one fluid motion he had the length of his engorged cock parting her pussy and burying inside her channel. There was no build up just pure raw passion as he’d promised. Instinct driving him and taking her into the whirlwind of lust that tangled them together.
Gasping, Cherry clutched the tips of her nails into flesh and latched on.
He growled, low and hard, pulling back and thrusting into her.
Kohl peered down at her, taking in her flushed features.
“More,” she demanded. So much more.”
The bed dipped from behind and Lorne gathered her in his arms as he settled back on his heels.
“Are you ready for more, baby girl?” he asked. His word like a lure to the uncontrollable, erotic whimper that slipped from her lips.
She nodded, every fiber in her body trembling the same as every shaky breath she drew.
Kohl returned and Lorne loosened his hold on her as Kohl gathered her buttocks in either hand. They shared her weight and her pleasure.
She gasped as the length of his cock nestled between her cheeks. “I’ll be gentle. Follow my instructions.”
She locked her legs around Lorne, ready for anything they wanted.
Lorne pulled out and worked the engorged head of his cock against her clit as Kohl quickly took his place. The girth of his shaft different, yet just as filling.
Two pumps and he pulled from her body. Lorne claimed her pussy again only this time her channel clenched around his shaft, eager for the orgasm they teased from her.
A low strangled cry dragged Lorne’s attention to her mouth. He devoured her lips, her moans. Took control and she passed it over.
She buried her hands in his hair. “Not yet, baby, not yet.” His ragged order like an anchor.
Lorne stroked her back up and down soothing her. “Let him take you, baby.”
She peered over her shoulder and watched as Kohl smeared lube along the length of his cock already slick with her juices. He edged closer and cupped the globes of her ass, parting them, Lorne holding steady.
“You are so beautiful. I love your hair down. The way it caresses me as we make love to you.”
She stiffened as Kohl breached her entrance, pushing past the ring of muscles to sink in slow and steady until he settled fully in her ass.
He was all the way in. She was so stretched, so filled, so overwhelmed her mind couldn’t settle or process only one sensation at a time. Instead she absorbed everything, soaked in the fullness and the pleasure-pain that was so different from every other time they had taken her.
“Relax, baby. Lean into Lorne.” Kohl crooned gathering her hair in his hands to expose the length of her back to him.
“Take me, all of me and make me yours.”
Her words incited an immediate response. Lorne rose to his knees and Kohl followed.
Kohl set the pace as they worked her body with their own. When Kohl withdrew Lorne sank deeper in a lazy pace stroking her insides building her need until Kohl withdrew and plunged into her ass, the urgency building between them. Lorne wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted her hips only to pull her downward to meet his powerful rhythm.
The fiery heat of her orgasm shot through her body and wrapped around her insides until nothing else in the world mattered at that moment.
Every emotion, every sense clicked and a sweet sensation of peace settled over her.
Kohl pulled her back into his arms and cupped her breasts, lifting them to Lorne for his pleasure. And hers.
Gripping the berry-red tip between his teeth Lorne exerted enough pressure to send a shock of pleasure-pain through her body and explode the second it hit her clit. He released her nipple only to suck the tip between his lips before moving to the other.
He stoked a fire within her.
She had no longer had control over her body or senses. They held her captive beneath their spell and she reveled in the drugged sensations bombarding her from all sides.
Kohl’s shaft thickened signaling his release and Lorne’s stomach clenched as his whole body went rigid.
Hot ribbons of sperm filled her and the world faded behind a veil of magick.
Pain bloomed. Spread across her neck and chest and then her vision blurred as threads of multicolored magick blanketed her sight. Black then every shade of color imaginable glittered behind her mind’s eye. Emotions swelled, ebbed only to burst through again until her heart jackhammered in her chest and her breathe stilled.
Her chest rose and fell in time with theirs and she could feel them slowly slip from her body.
Warm hands eased her back into the soft pillows with both of them coming to rest beside her. Mountains of warm, hard bodies. And all hers.
Still with her eyes closed, she drew in one last breath and let it out slowly reveling in the dazed pleasure-pain she just experienced.
She brushed her fingers over the tender skin of her neck. First one side then the other. “What happens now?” She opened her eyes no longer seeing the magick ribbons dancing around them and turned her head to look at both of them. “Is it done?”
With his breathe so ragged and with a fine sheen of sweat coating his body Lorne propped up on an elbow and settled his hand over the baby.
“You’re ours now.”
She gasped. “Your mouth didn’t move.”
Kohl tipped her chin his way with a possessive, dominant touch and slowly suckled at her lips with a tender kiss. “Pleasure isn’t the only thing we share now. Words aren’t needed as much when you can feel us here.” Kohl touched her heart and then the side of her temple. “And hear us here.”
“Can you, uhhh, you know, read each others’ thoughts too?”
Kohl shook his head no. “Only through you. Think of yourself as a conductor for us. What you feel, we share.”
“Will I shift? Now I mean?”
Kohl s
lipped from their mused love nest and returned a few seconds later with a warm cloth for them.
“Not exactly.” He parted her thighs and cleaned her with a gentle touch. She smiled at him and welcomed him back into bed to warm her left side. “Not now anyway. There are a few that can shift immediately after mating, but honestly we don’t know. You could take on any number of things and with the baby… it’s all new territory for us, sweetheart.”
“We can tell you are no longer in pain, though.” Lorne sat up and gently took her leg to unwind the bandage.
She bolted upright. Perfect skin, unblemished by claw marks. “Holy hell. It’s healed.” Her eyes widened. “How is that?”
“Our powers feed through you, and with two mates the healing acted twice as fast.”
Kohl gathered her in his arm. Peering down at her he said, “You’ve given me more in this world than I could ever give you.”
“That’s not true. Before you and Lorne and the entire Wylde family I had no family. Just me and Sabine for so long. It gets kind of lonely out there in the world.” He looped her arms around Kohl’s neck and rubbed the tip of her nose against his.
Lorne reached across the queen sized bed and gathered her hand in his from where he laid. “You’ll never be alone now. Not ever again.”
Cherry looked between them both. “I love you more than life. More than anything I could ever possess in this world.”
Lorne studied her curiously. “And we love you. But I see where you’re train of thought is going.”
She grinned slyly. “I’ve never done it in the shower and you know it would work up a better appetite.”
“Our little minx. What have we created, Kohl?” Lorne scooped her up and planted her on his chest, their gazes melding as their hearts poured out. “I can’t wait for a whole lifetime of making you happy.” His voice thick with desire and a heady stroke to her ego.
Nothing would ever take them away from each other.
“You better love me just as much when I am plump and happy six months from now.”
Kohl claimed her mouth and leaned her back until she rested on his chest. Lorne took that moment to claim her nipple in his mouth and Kohl greedily drank in her breathless moans.
He pulled back. “Try to keep us away. You’re beautiful now, but I can’t wait to see your belly grow with our child.”
To think she’d almost left them, left the chance at happiness behind because of fear. Never again. They were bonded, mated, married—however you wanted to say it didn’t matter. They were hers, heart, mind, and soul. And she was theirs. No secret about that, now or ever.
THE END
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Don’t miss a Wylde Den installment from Talina!
Wylde Den Book 1: Bear His Mark – Out Now
Wylde Den Book 2: Bear His Bond – Out Now
Wylde Den Book 3: Bear Their Secret – Out Now!
Wylde Den Book 4: Snowbound With Her Christmas Bear – Out Now
A Note From Talina
Dear Reader,
Thank you for reading Bear Their Secret!
I hope Lorne, Cherry, and Kohl’s story brought you enjoyment and a wonderful sigh of satisfaction with their happily-ever-after. This isn’t the last you’ll see of the happy trio, though. Cherry is back in Snowbound with Her Christmas Bear as she ropes in her sister for a visit to Claw Ridge. Cherry has something up her sleeve in the hopes of helping her sister find the same happiness she shares with her mates.
Of course, there are more Wylde stories in the works with Jin, Rebel, and just maybe on for Reaper, so stay tuned and keep watch for release dates.
Keep reading for the first chapter of Everett Wylde’s story in Bear His Bond, and a two chapter excerpt of Rone and Sabine’s story, Snowbound with Her Christmas Bear.
Thank you for joining the adventure!
Xoxo,
Talina
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CHAPTER ONE
Everett Wylde played a dangerous game. Flirting with fate would leave him backed into a corner and facing a mate he didn’t want. How could he consign himself to such a fate? Shackle his bear to something neither of them could ever have?
He took another look at the beauty beneath him and the mark of his den on his shoulder flared with threads of powerful heat.
As the snow melted, the mating season slammed into his hometown of Claw Ridge with a vengeance. Summer, the peak of mating season, was still a month away. By the time fall rolled around again, there was no telling if anyone would be left standing.
Buzzing in his mind grew louder and threatened to drown out everything but the woman tempting the boundaries of his control.
Damn her. Why did she have to be so alluring to his bear? To push him so close to the edge with a simple smile?
Hadn’t he promised himself he’d never let anyone close to him?
Whatever had his guts tied into matted knots made it hard to breathe the second her delicate body slid beneath him.
God help him, three days in the backwoods of Alaska with her would either leave him drained or dead.
He trailed a single finger over the blackened ink swirls of vines and flowers that decorated the smooth skin from her right thigh all the way up to grace the soft skin of her waist. Sparks shimmered and crackled where his skin met her supple curves. The mark on his right shoulder tingled and spoke to a deeper connection. One he had not felt since the death of his twin.
Damn her.
He flinched and pulled back as if the inked tethers of her tattoo twined around him. Every half hour, like a playlist on repeat in his head, he reminded himself it was nothing more than a fling.
Three more torturous, heavenly days and they parted ways. How many times could he make her peak in seventy-two hours? Would she forget him? Not likely. She returned to her world and he stayed in his. Playboy Everett didn’t pine, dammit. But he would make damn sure she did.
Darkness played at the contours of her heart-shaped face pressed into the pillows, and long shadows stretched across the room, barely brushing her golden skin.
The scent of fresh sea air and warm sunshine played with his senses. Some would argue sunshine didn’t smell. That was a lie. It smelled like happiness, hope, and a helluva a lot of trouble.
He drew in a deep breath and closed his eyes, working his fingers into the delicate flesh above her hips.
Pepper moaned beneath him and sashayed her hips into his hardened shaft.
The soft, feminine sound reached into his chest and pulled on invisible threads of magick anchoring his heart—good thing too because it lurched in his chest.
A deep growl rumbled up the back of his throat.
Using only the tips of his fingers, Everett grazed a path up the backs of her thighs, over the naked arch of her ass and paused when she shuddered from his touch.
“Beautiful,” he rasped. Wisps of her thoughts glanced across his mind. Colorful bursts of light that spoke to the emotions his gentle caresses provoked, but nothing as solid as what mated couples shared. The thin fabric separating him from his beast quivered, and his incisors itched to elongate and mark her as his.
Did she feel the connection forming as well?
She moaned a feminine sigh, and he licked his lips, hungry to eat up her delicious gasps and moans.
He couldn’t. No more than he could sink his teeth into her tender flesh and mark her as his forever. He’d already lost too much in one lifetime.
Everett pushed the images aside and ignored the vein in his neck as it pulsed in time with his aching shaft. Gritting down hard, he rode out the wave cutting off his air until he had control over himself.
Every inhalation of her lavender-scented lotion, or whatever she used to get into his head, converted his blood to fire. Oh yeah, his bear loved her scent and roared long and low in his head.
It do
esn’t mean anything. Any red-blooded man who had this raven-haired beauty beneath him would not be able to resist her sweet moans any more than he could.
It was more than the moans, though. More than how her curves molded into him.
It was her eyes. He’d had handfuls of women, but none of them made him suffer like Pepper Cambridge and her sapphire gaze.
They way she looked at him when she thought he didn’t notice tied him in knots for hours. One flick of her gaze his way shot his blood to a boiling point.
Every. Single. Time.
He hated her for it, yet loved her even more. But he stuffed it so damn deep in his mind it made him question his sanity.
Fierce need clawed deep in his gut and he rested his forehead on her delicate shoulder to calm his grizzly.
Pepper was his. For now. It was enough. Had to be. And God, those sweet sighs he lifted from her lips made the impossible seem like his next greatest idea.
He needed to strip it down to what it really was between them.
Mind-blowing sex.
And what is wasn’t.
Love.
He’d be safer that way.
Pale Alaskan golden midnight sunlight trickled in from the large window above their heads and fanned across her skin as if Mother Nature wanted to touch the rare beauty of Pepper Cambridge. His favorite time of the year, when the sun refused to sleep. And so did his bear.
Triple panes of glass took up most of the wall instead of a headboard. He preferred the view of his ancestors' land. It also proved a challenge when tying up his willing beauty. The white knit scarf that adorned her hands provided a contrast to her honey-toned skin.
When he’d built the cabin on the back part of Wylde den land, he’d wanted to see the beauty outside. Now he couldn’t take his eyes off the treasure it held on this side of the glass.
The way the soft beams kissed the long locks of her hair, stroked along her sinuous bare back and dipped between her parted thighs made his bear rise to the surface, to challenge his decision.
Raw need surged down the length of his shaft. With one hand at the base he slipped the engorged tip through the wet slit of her entrance.
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