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Authors: Jacqueline Sweet, Eva Wilder
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embarrassment. “I mean, like the newlyweds. The newlyweds get naked. And other people too, probably.” She thought of Michael’s naked body. She’d sort of been thinking about it a lot since witnessing it last night. But every time she did it was like all of her thoughts sat down in silence to appreciate the beauty of it and her brain sort of switched off.
“I suppose I could put clothes on. Just this once. Does it have to be a full-on tux, or can I wear one of those ironic tuxedo t-shirts?”
“It depends on how much you want my mother to kill you.”
Michael laughed, his voice booming out over the forest, startling a flock of starlings who took to the air in annoyance. For the rest of the way down, he took a turn talking. Telling Alison about his wrecker, his auto shop, and his real passion in antiquing. He didn’t call it that, of course, no straight man ever said the word antiquing . But it was what he described, combing through estate sales and auctions for treasures he could polish, repair and sell. The man’s face lit up with a gorgeous light as he described the very best scores he’d made in the few short years he’d been in business, and before she knew it, they were at the bottom of the cliff, facing the wall of forest that surrounded the Roost.
“Are your feet on solid ground?” Michael asked.
“Yes, why?” Alison said, turning to face him, bracing herself for the punch of handsomeness that was coming. She was prepared this time for his golden eyes, his pouty lips, the dusting of stubble on his square jaw. But she wasn’t prepared when he picked her up, pressed her against the mountain and kissed her.
Chapter 5
Bearly There
Her lips were soft and yielding, just like the rest of her. Michael held Alison’s ass in his hands as he pressed her against the raw stone of the mountain and kissed her like he was dying and she was the only water in the world. His body was trembling with need. Being close to her, smelling her, hearing the music of her voice drove his bear into a frenzy. The bear wanted to mate—it cared about nothing else. Michael had never been especially good about controlling his bear. Marcus kept his on the tightest leash possible. Matt and his bear were so simpatico that control wasn’t even an issue—they always wanted the same things. But Michael, his bear was wilder. He was younger and still trying to get mastery of it.
Alison wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, holding on to him tightly. She kissed him back, her tongue tasting his and liking what it found. A low growl rumbled in his throat and he felt himself growing uncomfortably hard in his jeans. He was grinding against her, wishing he could make her pants and his vanish by sheer friction. It would be so easy to reach down and ease his pants off, to free himself right here, to take her on the soft ground.
Alison moaned as he kissed his way down her neck. He wanted to rip her shirt open, to gather her breasts in his hands and taste her skin.
“Stop,” she said. “We can’t do this.”
No , his bear roared. She is our mate . We will take her . Michael closed his eyes and put her down. He held his breath as he stepped away from her. He was the master of his bear. It wouldn’t control him, not now. In the wild, bears mated for a season. They fucked and ran, leaving the female behind to deal with the offspring. He couldn’t do that. Wouldn’t do that. His bear didn’t even really want that. His kind, the bear shifters, mated for life. When they found their true mate, it was for ever and ever. It was one of the ways that his human side strengthened the bear. He had cunning, sure. He could use tools. He could make plans and follow through. But also he could fall in love. Wild bears didn’t. The man and the bear joined together were greater than either separate, their strengths were magnified, and their weaknesses diminished. But it wasn’t always easy.
“You have to back away
“I suppose I could put clothes on. Just this once. Does it have to be a full-on tux, or can I wear one of those ironic tuxedo t-shirts?”
“It depends on how much you want my mother to kill you.”
Michael laughed, his voice booming out over the forest, startling a flock of starlings who took to the air in annoyance. For the rest of the way down, he took a turn talking. Telling Alison about his wrecker, his auto shop, and his real passion in antiquing. He didn’t call it that, of course, no straight man ever said the word antiquing . But it was what he described, combing through estate sales and auctions for treasures he could polish, repair and sell. The man’s face lit up with a gorgeous light as he described the very best scores he’d made in the few short years he’d been in business, and before she knew it, they were at the bottom of the cliff, facing the wall of forest that surrounded the Roost.
“Are your feet on solid ground?” Michael asked.
“Yes, why?” Alison said, turning to face him, bracing herself for the punch of handsomeness that was coming. She was prepared this time for his golden eyes, his pouty lips, the dusting of stubble on his square jaw. But she wasn’t prepared when he picked her up, pressed her against the mountain and kissed her.
Chapter 5
Bearly There
Her lips were soft and yielding, just like the rest of her. Michael held Alison’s ass in his hands as he pressed her against the raw stone of the mountain and kissed her like he was dying and she was the only water in the world. His body was trembling with need. Being close to her, smelling her, hearing the music of her voice drove his bear into a frenzy. The bear wanted to mate—it cared about nothing else. Michael had never been especially good about controlling his bear. Marcus kept his on the tightest leash possible. Matt and his bear were so simpatico that control wasn’t even an issue—they always wanted the same things. But Michael, his bear was wilder. He was younger and still trying to get mastery of it.
Alison wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, holding on to him tightly. She kissed him back, her tongue tasting his and liking what it found. A low growl rumbled in his throat and he felt himself growing uncomfortably hard in his jeans. He was grinding against her, wishing he could make her pants and his vanish by sheer friction. It would be so easy to reach down and ease his pants off, to free himself right here, to take her on the soft ground.
Alison moaned as he kissed his way down her neck. He wanted to rip her shirt open, to gather her breasts in his hands and taste her skin.
“Stop,” she said. “We can’t do this.”
No , his bear roared. She is our mate . We will take her . Michael closed his eyes and put her down. He held his breath as he stepped away from her. He was the master of his bear. It wouldn’t control him, not now. In the wild, bears mated for a season. They fucked and ran, leaving the female behind to deal with the offspring. He couldn’t do that. Wouldn’t do that. His bear didn’t even really want that. His kind, the bear shifters, mated for life. When they found their true mate, it was for ever and ever. It was one of the ways that his human side strengthened the bear. He had cunning, sure. He could use tools. He could make plans and follow through. But also he could fall in love. Wild bears didn’t. The man and the bear joined together were greater than either separate, their strengths were magnified, and their weaknesses diminished. But it wasn’t always easy.
“You have to back away
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