Read Online Two Bears are Better Than One (Alpha Werebear Romance) (Broken Pine Bears Book 1) by Lynn Red - Free Book Online

with a kiss. Slow and patient and soft at first, he didn’t go in deeper until she grabbed the back of his head and pulled him against her. Their teeth clashed gently, and then a split second after Jill opened her mouth to let him in, Rogue explored her with his tongue.
    Holding her head gently in the crook of his arm, the huge bear swirled his tongue against Jill’s before he came up for air. When he did, he paused only inches from her. Every inhale, every exhale, she felt. Every time he breathed, or she breathed, their chests rose up and touched.
    “It hurts here,” Jill said, trying not to smile, and pointing at her side.
    Rogue, very seriously, nodded. “Ribs are cracked. At least one of them. I think that’s why—”
    “You’re supposed to kiss it and make it better,” she whispered. “Whenever I was little, and I hurt myself, my mom would always kiss whatever it was and make it better. And also it happens a lot in romantic movies.”
    “Even a wound? Like a cut?” Rogue squinted, apparently trying very hard to understand this alien concept. “Wouldn’t that make a mess?”
    “If I’m supposed to believe werebears and werewolves exist,” Jill whispered in his ear, pulling him close, “then quit thinking so much.”
    He smiled, and let out a soft groan, right next to her ear. A second later, he kissed her, pulling her earlobe between his teeth, and sucking gently.
    “That’s not where it hurts,” she said, smiling playfully.
    Slowly, Rogue kissed down the side of Jill’s body to where she was bandaged, and warmed her skin with his lips. “Like this?” he asked.
    “Uh-huh, but now it hurts here.” She touched her chest, right below where her collarbones met.
    “You weren’t hurt there, you—”
    With a finger on his lips, Jill hushed him. “Just kiss,” she said.
    “Don’t think,” Rogue said. “I’m good at that.”
    One place after another, she pointed and he kissed until she ran out of places to tell him to kiss that wouldn’t get her way too excited for her present condition. Rogue went along with it, never going too fast, or pushing her too far. At some point, after the third or fourth kiss, it became clear that he understood – and enjoyed – the game they were playing. His heavy breathing and the thickness that Jill felt against her whenever he’d bend over to kiss some other place gave him away.
    When he finally settled down, after Jill started grimacing a little from the wiggling she was doing, Rogue was staring at her, like there was something he recognized.
    “Dreams?” they both said at the same time. “Have you—?”
    Both of them cut off short when they realized the other was talking. Jill fell quiet cocked her head to the side. “You too?” she asked.
    “Both of us,” Rogue said, emphasizing the ‘both’ part.
    “You mean you and me?”
    He shook his head. “King,” was his answer.
    “You’re a king?”
    “No, well, in a way I suppose, but bears will, er, bare, no kings.” Rogue smiled to himself. “King is the second alpha. We’ve both been,” he trailed off, concerned by the color draining from Jill’s face.
    Outside, as dusk grew deeper, something howled. Something distant, but that made Rogue immediately sit up and take notice.
    “They’ve returned,” he said, obviously perturbed. “Too quickly, too soon. I only hope the lupines aren’t warning me of something worse coming over the horizon. What am I saying? There’s always something worse coming over the horizon.”
    Jill didn’t have time to process what he was saying. Hell, she didn’t have time to process her own thoughts. She’d barely started believing all this was real. She just turned her head from side to side, opening and closing her mouth like a confused bass about to go headfirst into a blender.
    “Okay,” Jill half-heartedly squawked.
    “I’ll be back,” he said, “and in the meantime, speaking of my familiarity with your tools, check the desk.”
    With haste, he