His to Bear: Icy Cap Den #1 (Alaskan Den Men)

by Jennifer Hilt

  My cock is hard just thinking of her on top of me again. This is going nowhere good. I sprint off around the side of the house, letting my bear overtake me.

  At the sea-ice edge, I scatter a flock of birds hunkered down from the storm. The sea air smells sharp and briny. Gusts of snow blow into my face. I breathe deeply. Wishing I had time for a swim, I turn around and race back for Meg.

  The snow has fallen more thickly back by Trudy’s cabin. I shake my fur, flinging icy pellets against the building, rattling the windows. A curtain moves inside and then the door opens, carrying Meg and her scent with it.

  As always, her aroma intoxicates me. She’s all bundled up, prolonged cold being lethal to vampires. Her body tenses as I move forward. I slow my approach and then stop, reining in my bear spirit. After a few moments, I lower my head again.

  Gamely, she climbs on my back. Her gloved fingers dig into my fur, making me growl low in pleasure. What I wouldn’t give to feel her bare skin against mine. How could a vampire be my mate? It seems impossible that Meg is the one person closest to my heart. Yet she is. I know that deep within my bones. Somehow she is as much in my blood as my ice bear.

  Having her legs around me brings images of her draped across me in my human form. I long to feel her skin against mine. I want to claim her because she is my mate. The need to be inside her and know her completely is nearly overwhelming.

  But to give Meg the fuck of her life is a death sentence.

  She stills, sensing my preoccupation. She tugs one ear, urging me to move.

  I set off at a faster speed than before. The temperature has dropped during our visit with Trudy, and the wind has increased.

  The crisp blowing snow is perfect for rolling through. Icy Cap is glorious. Even with an illicit trapper to catch, this far north is the only place I want to be. And when I catch that sick fuck, I’m hauling him out to the sea ice and ripping him apart.

  Meg’s weight is like that of a flea on a dog. All of a sudden, though, a muffled cry catches my attention. Glancing over my shoulder, I see that Meg is no longer a passenger.

  I stop, circling around in place. Then, holding my nose to the ground, I retrace my steps.

  There.

  Lying facedown in the snow.

  I reach her in a half a dozen steps. I nudge her with my nose. Her body is colder than normal, her scent diminished.

  My bear paws are for swimming and hunting. I have no fine motor skills in this form. Meanwhile, Meg is freezing.

  I debate my options. I am halfway between Trudy’s and my cabin. Going for a snowmachine would take time. Either way, it wouldn’t really solve my problem of getting her home now.

  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

  Shifting leaves me sitting naked in a snowdrift next to Meg. As a shifter matures, changing forms becomes more difficult. Shifting again in such a short span of time makes my head ache like I’ve been on a vodka binge. I crawl to Meg and carefully roll her over.

  Her eyes are closed. Her pale skin is bleached white. Even her normally berry-red lips have a bluish tinge. I check her pulse and find only a faint, irregular beat.

  “Don’t die on me, you cranky vamp.” I kiss her cold lips, but there is no response. Sweeping her up into my arms for the second time that night, I run like hell.

  Meg is a featherweight for my bear, but not so much for me in my human form. My body is working to keep warm, run, and carry her, which is leaving me winded. I stumble once, then twice, barely keeping us both from plowing headfirst into the snow. The snow is hip deep in places. Even following in my earlier tracks is tough. The wind drifts fresh snow over my steps.

  Tightening my hold on Meg, I press forward, running till I’m dizzy, then panting for a few steps, then running again. Finally I stumble back onto my property. I blink at my cabin, fearing I’m dreaming.

  Tristan is still here. I sense him.

  I call out to him, but the wind washes my voice away in its howl. I slow. With my arms stiff with cold, it’s difficult to hold onto Meg. My body isn’t responding to my directions. Did I only a short time ago relish the wild elements? Ironic, since they are now going to kill me and Meg is probably already dead.

  “Ash! Ash!” Tristan hurries out of the blizzard, brandishing a lantern.

  “Take her,” I say through numb lips.

  Tristan gathers Meg into his arms, then hurries back into the cabin.

  That selfish bastard. My mind works slowly. Has he wanted her to himself all along?

  Then Tristan is back, pulling me to my feet. He throws my arm around his shoulder. “What are you doing, running around naked? Is Trudy OK?”

  My lips work enough to produce “Trudy fine.” I lean on him all the way into the cabin. He continues half carrying me to the fireplace, where Meg is lying stretched out on the woven rugs with two blankets piled on her.

  Tristan throws a blanket on me. Then he goes to my bedroom and returns, dragging all the blankets from the bed.

  After every blanket is on Meg, he motions for me to lie down too. “I’m gonna get you something that’ll help more.”

  Stiffly, I lie down next to Meg. I am warming up enough that I can feel the blankets against my bare skin.

  “Drink this.” Tristan hands me a cup. I sip and feel the burn of the whisky sliding down my throat. My insides start to hum to life.

  He props up Meg, tilting her head back to give her a sip. A few drops of the whisky disappear before she erupts into a cough.

  Thank God she isn’t dead. Please don’t die. Please don’t die.

  “Have a bit more,” Tristan coaches, tipping the cup up. But Meg’s hand shoots out, slapping it away. The liquid sprays across the air before some of it falls, hissing, into the fireplace.

  “Give me blood,” she croaks.

  My cousin’s eyebrows rise. He looks at me.

  “It’s in the fridge,” I say.

  Synthetic human blood is available for vampires to purchase. Especially for physician vampires, it is their dietary staple. The synthetic stuff is half as potent as true human blood.

  “Bring two!” I call.

  He returns with two packets. Opening one, he seems partly fascinated and partly shy. “Should I warm it up? Put in a cup?”

  “Pour.” Meg opens her mouth like a bird.

  “I’ll do it.” I’ve warmed up enough to move now. I gather Meg in my lap, tipping the packet at one corner. Her dark eyes meet mine as I support her head against my shoulder.

  Tristan rearranges the blankets around me. “I need to get back to Trudy. We’ll talk later, Ash.”

  I nod. “Thanks.”

  Within seconds, the front door closes.

  Returning my focus to Meg, I relish the opportunity to be close to her. Making her face death wasn’t what I had in mind.

  “Why do you have to be so stubborn?” I tip the rest of the packet into her mouth as she drains it. Her red tongue licks her lower lip, savoring the taste. Since she is still cold in my arms, I open the other blood packet.

  She drinks steadily. I can feel her wet outer layers against my skin. Her fall in the snow has dropped her body temperature. As she drinks, I listen to the crackle and hiss of the fireplace. Small bits of cinder fly up the chimney.

  “Better,” she says at last. A hint of pink brushes her cheeks.

  I pull off her gloves, and her hands are ice cold.

  “You’re never going to warm up like this. You’ve gotta get out of the wet clothes.”

  She looks at my naked body. “Forget it. I’m half frozen as it is.”

  “My shifter body is much more efficient at generating heat than your clothes.”

  “All right.” Meg’s voice shakes. “But the socks stay on.”

  4

  Meg

  There’s nothing worse than a vampire worrying about dying. To humans, I’m already dead. They’ll look the other way in light of my superior speed, stamina, and knowledge as a physician, not to mention my healing blood if they need medical assistance. But n
o one is going to shed a tear for one less vampire.

  Sometimes paranorms are judgmental; some are worse than humans. At least the paranorms understand that much of our world is unexplainable. It’s enough effort to live the life we have without bending ourselves out of shape about how to classify it.

  Lying in Ash’s arms, my fear morphs into pain. I am dying again.

  Ash removes my clothes. A snowsuit is a pain to get on, but trying to get a wet one off when I can’t move my limbs is a bitch. He curses as he rips my final layers of T-shirt and pants. When I’m naked on a pile of blankets by the fire (he even took my socks, damn him), his great, warm body covers me.

  His lips kiss my forehead, my temples, before moving to my cheeks. Warmth spreads through every space he touches. I hadn’t realized how much I miss sunlight on my skin. Seeing as how sunlight would incinerate me, I’ve never dwelt on that loss before.

  Now his kisses bring me back to life the way the sun fuels other cold-blooded creatures.

  “Beautiful,” Ash murmurs. His fingertips move down to stroke my lip. That feels good, but I want more.

  Struggling against my own frozen body, I kiss his fingertips.

  He bends his head, his lips brushing mine lightly. Too lightly.

  I want to feel more of Ash. All of him. I want his weight against me. My tongue darts out to meet his fingertips.

  In the firelight, his light eyes darken as they take me in.

  When I lay my palm against his chest, I can feel his heart beat thundering under my hand.

  “Please,” I whisper. “I’m cold.”

  Ash raises an eyebrow. One hand lightly strokes the contours of my left breast before resting lightly on that hip.

  “Only if I can be extremely thorough.” He looks down into my face. All the heat from his eyes warms me to my core.

  God, the thought of having him inside me, stroking me hard—I’ve never wanted anything more in my life. Or death.

  “I’d be disappointed with anything less.” My hand slides down his chiseled abs. His hard cock taps my belly.

  “I love how soft you are.” His lips kiss my neck before moving down to my collarbone.

  “I don’t look like your typical vampire,” I gasp as his lips graze one nipple. Then he flicks my other nipple with his tongue.

  My hands cling to his hair, reveling in the thick blond curls.

  “I’ve been dying to worship these beauties.” He nuzzles me. “Among other things.” His tongue continues the flicking until I pull at his head.

  “Please,” I beg.

  I feel his smile against my breast as he puts his tongue to work in earnest.

  The heat. Oh my God. My body is turning to molten liquid under his touch. I spread my legs, wanting to feel him closer.

  Ash continues working me. “There’s so many ways I’m going to make you come.” He sucks harder. The tension inside me builds to a near pain level. Only my release will be worth it with him. I know it.

  He stops sucking. “For a vampire, you’re impatient.”

  Disappointment washes over me. I’m like a surfer missing a wave.

  “Have you fucked a lot of vampires?” My fingers fumble for his cock. I’ll do anything to bring that heat back. Anything.

  “You’re my first. This is purely for research’s sake, of course.” His clever fingers wander down to stroke my pussy. “So wet. Here I was worried you’d be frozen.”

  “I was,” I gasp. His finger slides inside me. “More.”

  He strokes me slowly with his single digit. “I’ll fuck you how I want, and you’ll be screaming for more. Understand?”

  My snappy retort dies in my throat. Who am I kidding? This is exactly what I want. I need.

  I am dead. And Ash has brought me back to life. Holy fuck. Ash seriously knows his way around a clit.

  I open one eye, then look down at his ripped naked body. “Mother of God. Is that your cock or a rolling pin?”

  He flexes into my belly. “Guess. Still cold?”

  “Getting warmer.”

  “Good. Get on your knees.”

  I crack open one eye.

  Ash stares down at me.

  “I’m not sure I can move.”

  He bends and kisses me. “Later, then. You’re driving me crazy. I’ve wanted to be here for so long.”

  His cock rubbing against my pussy feels amazing. I reach for him. The head is smooth as I stroke him and he flexes into my hand. I reach lower. His balls are heavy and tight.

  Oh sweet Jesus, this man is going to fuck me like no other.

  “Fuck.” Ash thrusts into me, hard and deep. Then he withdraws even though my pussy clenches, trying to keep him inside me. I want him there deep inside, preferably forever, despite whatever logistical problems that might cause.

  He works me hard. My fingers dig into his bare ass. The slick sound of our wetness just turns me on more.

  “You feel so fucking good.” Ash opens his eyes. His face is tight. His feral grin touches my heart—wild and magnetic, just like Ash.

  I can feel my climax building. Even though my brain is still buzzy with aftershocks, I greedily want what only Ash can give me.

  I love him inside me. Fucking the hell out of me, sweaty and grunting. I am raw with need for only him.

  He strokes faster. Slamming into me, pushing me back against the rugs.

  “Meg,” Ash growls in my ear. “Come for me.”

  “I’m, um, not sure.” But even as I gasp I know that I can deny Ash nothing.

  “Come. Now.”

  For a split second I am afraid, because this will change everything. Then I surrender to the pleasure. Every cell in my body feels like it will burst. He pumps into me twice more, and then he comes inside me so hard that I almost faint from our joining.

  I’m an independent woman all right, but when this man says come for him, that’s exactly what I’m gonna do. Every time.

  5

  Ash

  I’m buried inside Meg. Her pussy clenches tight around my cock. Finally, after all these months of knowing her DDs were encased in one of her bulky sweaters and wanting to rip the yoga pants off her lush ass and bury myself deep inside her. All my fantasies about sliding those panties off her hips and fucking her.

  I feel her thaw around me, and it’s such a turn-on. I’ve fucked her back to life.

  My bear is rising. I want her on all fours, begging me to take her hard and fast. To claim her, make her mine.

  I fight the need. But God, it’s hell.

  When she orgasms, her fangs elongate. There’s something sweet about that. I tenderly lick each one in turn, feeling her shiver beneath me in pleasure. She’s one passionate woman. I will never get enough of her.

  A smile spreads across Meg’s face. A dimple in her left cheek shows. That full lower lip entrances me. I’m dazzled by her creamy skin, her deep pink lips, and that mouth.

  I lower myself to her again, loving the feel of her lush body pressed against the length of me. She opens her legs enough for me to settle against her. Her arms slide around my back. One of her legs curls around my calf.

  I bend my head to her lips, savoring the darkness of her lashes against that creamy skin. A dusting of freckles that I’ve never noticed before tugs at my heart.

  Immediately her mouth opens to mine, and her pliant moans increase my desire. My tongue tangles with hers before I settle in for deep, soulful sucking.

  I could kiss her forever.

  Leaving her mouth, I trail my kisses down her body before I stop at her knees.

  Gently I work my way up the inside of one leg, then the other. I feel her inner thigh muscles quake. I nudge her legs wider apart.

  Meg tries to pull me up. “I want your cock inside me again.”

  My recovered cock bobs in agreement.

  But first things first.

  I push her right leg open. I bend to her again. Open and vulnerable, she waits for me.

  “Ash, please.”

  My tongue s
tarts working her folds, stroking, then sucking. I nudge deeper and suck stronger. She tastes divine, like I knew she would.

  Meg’s hips move restlessly.

  “Stop torturing me.” She reaches for my cock.

  I continue kissing her, letting her juices coat my tongue.

  “Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to make you come with just my fingers and tongue. Then after that I’m going to roll you over and take you hard and fast from behind, because all these months I’ve wanted to do just that.”

  I love her pussy. The thatch of thick dark curls. I love that she isn’t shaved. I slip a finger inside her. She clenches down. I slip two fingers inside her. She shifts restlessly.

  I could make her come like this, working her with my hand. Then I could watch her. There isn’t enough time to fuck her in all the ways I want to.

  I lower my head again, nuzzling her and inhaling her scent. I find her clit and suck it without mercy.

  “Oh my God. Ash. I’m coming.” Her thighs squeeze against my head. I can feel her pussy clenching, trying to draw me deeper. She bucks hard. I taste another gush of pussy fluid that I lap greedily up.

  Now her legs lie open, her pussy exposed.

  My cock aches. My balls are tight.

  Flipping her over on her stomach, I slide one arm around her waist. I draw her delectable ass into the air. Meg is on all fours.

  I gently push her shoulder blades down. I want her ass in the air and nothing else. Not yet anyway. Her head is on the pile of rugs and blankets, her hands on either side of her head.

  I love her sassy mouth, but her eager submission in my hands drives my bear spirit wild.

  My heart thunders in my chest as I run my palm over her smooth, ample ass cheeks. God, how I long to give her a spanking. I can almost feel the soft skin of her ass stinging against my palm.

  Taking one cheek in each hand, I spread her even wider.

  “Please.” Meg’s muffled moans come through her pillow.

  My tongue licks down her vertebrae, tasting every bone in her spine.

  Meg’s legs quake again. I have her wound so tight she’s ready to explode.