8
Deck left her in the morning, kissing her still-sleeping mouth, watching her eyelids flutter, her lips spread slightly into a smile.
“You will see,” he promised in a whisper. “You will see how much I love you. How I will always protect you.”
He went into his study and locked the door. It didn’t take long for him to find the information he needed and make the call. They’d slept late, and it was just past 10 when he rose. But he was done with his business by 11:30.
By then, she was up, too, and looking for him. He found her in the kitchen, wearing one of his shirts. The sight was so beautiful he had to sharply rein back his bear, or he would have taken her again, and marked her.
“Can I make you something?” he asked, surprising her from behind. She turned with a dreamy smile and laced her fingers behind his neck while his hands fell to her hips, pulling her close and kissing her gently.
“Mmmm,” she moaned as she pulled away. “You certainly make me something.”
“You should eat,” he said with a chuckle. “Have a seat.”
While he prepared a breakfast of pancakes, eggs, and bacon, he tried to silence the persistent worry in the back of his mind. What if things didn’t go as planned?
Then they don’t go as planned, he told himself. And there’s nothing you can do about it.
“I hate to say it, because you look damn good in that shirt,” he said, after they’d done eating. “But you might want to get dressed at some point.”
“You know,” she said, blushing as she looked down. “The idea of changing my clothes on a daily basis is kind of new to me. Lots of things are. Some more than others…”
The shy smile she gave him was heartbreaking. If things didn’t go the way he hoped they would…if something went wrong…if she left…
He wouldn’t survive it this time.
No sooner had Corinne changed into one of the outfits that he had bought her than the doorbell rang. The sound made his heart stop, then start double time. He growled, deep and low. They had been sitting on the couch, Corrine reading a book from his extensive library with her legs draped across his lap while he flipped through channels restlessly. When he didn’t immediately get up to respond, she noticed and adjusted herself, sitting up.
“Want me to get it?” she asked, wondering if this was some sort of domestic test; how good is the homeless girl at regular human things like answering doors?
“No,” he said, and when he looked at her his eyes were odd, unreadable…intense. Her body reacted, stomach curling in a mix of fear and desire as her heart clenched. “But come with me.”
He held her hand, pulling her from the sofa and leading her to the doorway. Their hands fit together so perfectly. She couldn’t get over it. His hand was so much bigger than hers, but when the fingers laced just right…
This was what she was thinking when he threw the door opened and revealed their visitor.
Immediately, she felt like releasing her breakfast all over the floor.
Red-haired, fat and ruddy-cheeked, her asshole of a stepfather stood there in the door.
“Corinne,” he said, his voice so familiar – and so disgusting that Corinne automatically wrenched her hand away from Deck’s and laid them over her mouth to keep from screaming. “It’s time to come home.”
9
“You didn’t,” Corinne said, turning to Deck with her brown eyes full of tears, making his heart clench tight.
“I did,” he growled. “And you’re going to see why.”
He turned back to the man in the doorway, feeling more and more like he would be unable to control his bear if he had to spend much more time in his company. This was a man who had hurt his mate. His true mate. The red-headed brute stepped in and Deck let the door close behind him.
“Come on, Corinne. You know that you belong at home. Where your Mama and I can take care of you. I don’t know what you think happened between us, but…”
Deck’s eyes flashed as he watched the man’s arm extend, in slow-motion, towards Corinne’s thin wrist. He meant to take hold of her and drag her away. With a growl, Deck stepped between them, and then stepped forward, forcing the man back until he was pinned against the door.
“I didn’t call you here to take her,” Deck roared, smelling John’s fear increase sharply, his eyes going wide as Deck’s massive form and intense eyes threatened him. “I called you here to tell you that you’re going to leave her mother and her sisters. You’re going to leave and never return. You’re never going to touch her mother again. You’ll never touch her sisters. And you sure as shit aren’t ever, ever going to touch her.”
“Whoa, buddy,” John said, shaking and holding his hands up before him. “Let’s calm down and…”
Deck roared – for real roared. He unleashed a hint of his inner bear; feeling his teeth sharpen and jaw widen as spit flew into the man’s face. His claws came out and he slashed at the wall right to the side of John’s quivering frame.
“Holy shit!” John screamed, covering his head with his hands and falling to a whimpering crouch in front of Deck, who forced his bear back and knelt down.
“Do. You. Understand?” Deck asked, reaching out and swatting John’s hands away until their eyes locked. “Leave. Never come back.”
“Yes, shit, holy crap, I get it, okay? Now let me go, please, just let me go!” John wailed, sounding like a frightened little boy. It was a sound that Corinne liked very, very much. Deck took a few steps back.
John trembled to his feet and threw one last, panicked look at Deck before racing out the door. Deck was breathing heavy; it had taken all his self-control not to rip into the man who’d hurt Corinne. When he felt her hand fall softly on his arm, he turned around quickly. She gasped at the intensity in his stare.
“Thank you,” she whispered, realizing that for the first time, she was really, truly safe. Undeniably safe. Her heart caved in and she felt all she had flowing towards the man in front of her. She would give him everything, anything. “Now.”
“Now?” he growled, but he was already pressing toward her. She let him push her back until she hit the arm of the sofa in the living room. “Corinne, I want you so much….”
“I need you, Deck. Now,” she repeated as his head lowered, nuzzling her neck. He pulled away and grabbed her face in two hands.
“Before I mate you, I need you to understand,” Deck said, his eyes boring into hers, making her breath come heavy and ragged. “That I will always protect you. From everything and anyone. Do you understand that?”
“Yes,” Corinne said, her nipples tightening as he growled possessively.
“Then you want it? You want me?” He stepped closer, his huge arms encircling her waist, his body hot as it pressed to hers. She did. She wanted him more than she could remember wanting anything in her entire life. And as she sighed, she surrendered.
“Yes, I want you, Deck,” she cooed, her legs parting as he pressed his hardness against her aching sex, already damp for him. He growled as he ripped the top of her pants, popping the button and tearing the zipper. She shimmied to help him lower them, her panties going along with them. Before she could blink, he had his own pants undone, his massive manhood stiff and swollen as it pressed against her slit. She smelled him and it made her stomach coil with desire.
“Please, please,” she whimpered, body sparking all over like fireworks, imagining his huge cock ripping her virgin pussy in two. But it didn’t matter; she needed him inside her like she needed air to breathe.
Deck brought one hand to her hips, circled them, lifted them. Her thighs parted more for him, the head of his cock now pressed against her slit.
Her scream pierced the air as he plunged forward into her, tearing into her virgin sex, breaking through her barrier in a single lunge, her pussy exploding in a single red ribbon of pain, his massive cock filling her to my limits and beyond.
The scream faded and the pain followed quickly as he held her against him, his cock i
nside her pulsing, her pussy raw from the sudden entrance but now accepting him with fervor. Need built inside her as he stayed, and fire licked at her limbs. He was still staring into her eyes, and as she panted he began to thrust into her, slowly at first but quickly gaining speed.
Each thrust drove him deeper and deeper into some sacred place inside her. Her hands came to his strong biceps, the muscles there hard and taut. As he pounded into her, each driving thrust drew a cry from her lips. She felt a balloon of pressure developing inside her, in her stomach, and each stroke built the pressure more and more.
He was stretching her pussy to its limits, filling her entirely, and it was the most intense pleasure she’d ever felt, so deep and raw that she thought she might be in a different world, a different universe. Her hands dropped to his waist, gripping his hips tightly, pulling him into her with each stroke. He was growling as he fucked her, the sound deep and primal, reverberating in her chest.
Suddenly, Deck broke eye contact and his head lowered, one hand ripping her shirt away. He growled to her exposed breasts as he took one into his mouth, licking and suckling at the nipple, rough, his teeth grazing against it as he drove himself into her again and again.
“Oh, fuck, yes, yes, fuck, please,” Corinne cried as the feeling flooded her and brought her to a new height of pleasure, that balloon of pressure inside her building and building as he savaged her, fucking her so quickly and so hard that she thought he might break her in two.
He lifted his head, slamming into her harder than ever, his eyes wild and untamed as the growl rose and rose until it became a deafening roar and he thrust into her once more, slamming into her as warm liquid burst inside her.
The feel of his hot cum hitting her pussy was all she could take, and finally that balloon burst. Corinne’s muscles tore into a million pieces as they released, ecstasy flooding her mind as her body radiated with a deep, buzzing warmth. She seemed to melt into his arms, each burst of warm cum massaging her pussy even as it milked more cum from Deck, her slit clenching and releasing with each pulse of him inside her, her entire self filled with him, and unbelievable pleasure. Her toes curled painfully as her back arched, letting the last waves of my orgasm wash over her.
Deck thrust once more, slightly, inside her, releasing the last of his seed, before collapsing on top of her. Her thighs shuddered around him, her breath heavy and labored.
Holy shit.
Holy shit.
Holy shit.
10
“Fuckin’ finally,” Chief said, glowering at Deck. It was the first meeting since the raid on the auction - since Corinne: since happiness.
“Is it that obvious?” Deck asked, biting his cheek to avoid smiling like a goon. He felt less aggressive around the other bears. Maybe knowing he had found his mate helped with that.
“I can smell her all over you,” Katu sneered, sniffing the air. Deck wasn’t surprised. He and Corinne had been all but attached at the privates since mating. She was insatiable, and he was happy to give her all she wanted and more. And, to his pleasant surprise, she’d been extremely receptive to the idea of a family. She was eager for it, in fact, saying that after all the time she’d spent on her own that some stability was the thing she really wanted.
She’d gotten in touch with her mother and sisters, too, and Deck had held her while she cried from happiness afterward. As Deck sat with his clan, Corinne was meeting hers for tea. John had made good on his promise to get gone. Deck would make sure he stayed gone.
“Told you it was worth it to force ‘em,” Bond grumbled, and now Deck did smile, wide as could fit on his cheeks.
“Didn’t have to force her,” he mused, shaking his head, still unable to believe it. “Came to all on her own.”
His brothers looked at him with surprise and respect. He could get used to being looked at like that. Though, really, there was only one person’s opinion that really mattered now. And she would be there waiting when he got home that day, and the next, and every day, for the rest of their lives.
What more could a bear want?
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THE COLLEGE GIRLS AND THE BIKERS
1
“I’m gonna to kill you,” Marcy muttered under her breath. Veronica rolled her eyes.
“You are not going to kill me,” she said.
“You’re right,” Marcy said with a sigh. “Because my parents are going to kill me before I have a chance to.”
That made Veronica laugh. Marcy scowled. There was nothing to laugh about. They were in the back of a cop car, for crying out loud. A campus cop car, sure, but a cop car nonetheless.
“They’re not gonna kill you,” Veronica promised, “because they’re not going to find out.”
“Ronnie! We just got arrested! And we’re not minors anymore – they are most definitely going to, like, put us in jail or something. And I don’t think our meal cards are going to be enough for bail.”
“They’re not going to put us in jail,” Veronica said, sounding slightly amused by her roommate’s anxiety. “It was a plastic slide, not a pound of heroin or a car. This is all just a big show. To teach us a lesson.”
Marcy didn’t protest, but she didn’t agree, either. Instead, she just turned her pouting face towards the window as they rolled past the various academic buildings on campus. Where was the University Police Station, anyway? Marcy had never been in trouble with the police before – she’d rarely ever been in trouble with anyone, ever. She wondered if Veronica knew, if she’d been there before.
Veronica had a whole secret life that Marcy knew nothing about. They were close – as freshman roommates often are – but there were whole weekends where Veronica would disappear, only to come back on Sunday morning with that enigmatic smile on her lips and no answers to Marcy’s questions. Eventually, Marcy had just stopped asking.
On that Thursday night, though, when Marcy got back from class, Veronica was still in their room, with a plan for the night. A plan that involved pre-gaming with shots of vodka – procured via one of Veronica’s many friends who were over 21 – and a bonfire at one of the frats. The town was just as small as the college, and the walk over had been fun, with Veronica making friends the whole way, until eventually they were a small army descending on the frat house.
Veronica never lost sight of Marcy the whole night, even though it seemed like everyone and their brother wanted to hang out with her. She also made sure Marcy’s red cup never went empty for too long. In those respects, she was a great friend; she knew that if she abandoned Marcy, the shy girl was likely to ditch and go back to the room to spend the rest of the night watching bad reality television shows. In other respects, though, she was one of the worst friends Marcy had ever had.
Namely, the fact that it was Veronica who’d landed them in the back of the cop car.
They’d been walking back from the party, both rather tipsy and singing at the top of their lungs. They cut through one of the parking lots behind the Early Education building. There was an actual daycare hosted in that building, for the teachers and students who had children, and so that the students in the program could get hands-on experience. Veronica veered off their wobbly path, right into the little playground set up for the kids.
“C’mon, Ronnie,” Marcy had said, wanting to get back to their dorm room so they could devour the leftover pizza in their mini-fridge. “Let’s go.”
“Let’s bring this with us,” Veronica had said, pointing to the tiny,
plastic slide. “We can put it outside the dorm and play on it alllllll night.”
Marcy laughed, thinking her friend was just being her normal, drunk, whacky self.
“Yeah right,” Marcy said. “We’d break it. C’mon, let’s just go.”
“You’re no fun,” Veronica pouted. “Let’s do it. We can charge five bucks a slide. Or maybe just a kiss, if any hotties express interest.”
At that, Veronica waggled her eyebrows up and down, making Marcy laugh again.
“You’re crazy,” Marcy said. “Any dude who tried to use it would get stuck. And we could get in trouble.”
“Yeah, with this huge crowd around to catch us,” Veronica said, gesturing to the empty parking lot, the quiet campus. Marcy bit her lip. She knew that Veronica wouldn’t drop the subject. If Marcy left, Veronica would just bitch about it for the rest of the weekend. Veronica had little patience for Marcy when she was being “her old self”, as Veronica liked to call it.
“You said you wanted to be a new woman,” Veronica would say. “So stop being your old self and live a little.”
Marcy sighed.
“Alright,” she said. “But we bring it back in the morning – I don’t care how hungover we are!”
“Yeeeeeeah!” Veronica said, thrusting her fists in the air. “Now help me lift it.”
They’d made it roughly 100 yards from the playground when they were caught. At the first whoop whoop, Marcy nearly peed her pants.
“Run!” Veronica yelled, dropping her side of the toy. But Veronica was woefully out of shape, despite her long legs and lean body. Campus food and beer tends to do that to you, even if it doesn’t show up in your gut. Marcy, who actually kept herself in shape and ran multiple times a week, outpaced Veronica, and could have made it back to their dorm – but she didn’t.
Ignoring the nagging voice in her head that said she should just go, just leave Veronica behind and get herself to a safe place, she stopped and turned. She and Veronica were in this together. If one of them went down, they should both go down.
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