Forbidden Bear (Bear Creek Biker Bears #1)(2)

Mia was struggling with the feelings inside her; they were at war. She had just hit her mate. Struck him hard, when you were not supposed to hurt your true mate. That was one thing she would fight with every ounce of her being. Being the mate of a wolf was one thing, but being the mate of a bear, he would have her chained to the kitchen sink, or more likely the bed, so that he could rut with her whenever he wanted.

Not happening. Yet her body said otherwise.

Uncertainty flooded her. This was one thing she could not control, couldn’t fight. Mia decided to do what no self-respecting wolf would ever do. She ran.

Into the trees she went, fast, sure-footed. She would turn into her wolf and be out of there before he knew it. A great lumbering bear would never catch her. But he seemed to be already attuned to her actions and was so close behind her as they entered the trees, she felt his fingers on her leather jacket, his touch like a stun gun, knocking her to the floor.

Cursing, she tried to breathe, but her helmet stifled her. She reached up to undo it whilst scrambling to her feet. Risking a glance behind her, she saw their touch had made him falter too, but not for long enough.

Fumbling fingers finally undid the strap. She flung it away and propelled herself forward. Her wolf was there, waiting. And then it betrayed her. She couldn’t change; it wouldn’t come to her. In a gasp of recognition, she realised it wanted to be caught, wanted to be mated to this brute of a bear.

Mia had never tasted defeat; in everything she had done, she had always endured and succeeded. Today, as his hands closed around her arms and pulled her back to him, she knew that her life was about to change forever. There was no way to outrun your fate. And all six foot four inches of her fate was about to stake his claim.

Damn, she hated her life.





Chapter Two – Joel


Kicking and clawing, she fought until she had nothing left in her. When he at last managed to pin her hands above her head, the weight of his body pressing down to curtail her legs, she was sobbing. And he didn’t mean with joy.

“Lay still, I’m not going to hurt you.” He might not intend to hurt her, but damn if he didn’t want to strip her clothes off and mate with her right here underneath the trees. His adrenaline was pumping and his bear was clamouring for him to take her, make her his, and stop her fighting this thing between them.

Unfortunately, his mate didn’t want to play by the rules.

“Let me go, you big stinking brute.” Flattering. Joel had definitely showered earlier, but she was right about one thing, he was big … and hard, oh so very hard, for her.

“If I let you up, will you give me your word you won’t run? Or scratch my eyes out? If I didn’t know better, I would think you were a wildcat, not a wolf. That is what you are, right? A mangy wolf.”

“Son-of-a-bitch,” she said, struggling against him.

“That was a joke, honey. But I see you have no sense of humour in the same way you have no manners.” He loosened the grip on her hands and slowly sat up, shifting his weight so he sat astride her. She could use her hands, but she wouldn’t be running anywhere.

For a moment he thought she was going to punch him in the jaw. Her fist curled up, and he saw the glint in her eyes as she took her aim. Then she let herself relax. Well, at least she was smart enough to know that physically, she would never beat him. Unless she used her feminine wiles, and oh, did she have plenty of those.

Even in the darkness, he could see the voluptuous curve of her breasts, hidden under tight leather. Damn, how he wanted to unzip her and let her spill out into his eager hands. Later. He calmed his bear.

“So what happens now, you hit me over the head and carry me back to your den?” she asked, her contempt hardly concealed.

He laughed, which didn’t improve her mood. “You have me mixed up with a cave bear, and I most definitely am not one of those.” He leaned down, taking a scent of her. Seductive. “What do you want to happen?”

She placed her hand on his cheek, moving her face towards his and he was sure she took a good draw of his scent too. He could smell her arousal; it tickled his nose and made his mouth water. Oh, for just one taste of her. He licked his lips and she drew closer. Reeling him in.


“What’s your name, bear?”

“Joel. Yours?”

“Mia,” she said, and he wondered if she had lied.

“Pretty.” His eyes flicked down to her lips, and he moved closer, waiting for that first electric moment when they would seal their bond.

“Well, Joel, why don’t you…” Her voice was so soft, so seductive.

“Yes, Mia,” he rumbled, his voice full of emotion.

“Get the hell off me.” She shoved her hands against his chest, but he was unmovable.

Humour replaced his desire. “You really ought to be feline.” However, he eased off her. This fight was not going to be won by force; he didn’t need to be an expert in body language to know that. “No running away, though.”

He eased himself back and then stood, offering her his hand. She ignored it. Of course.





Chapter Three – Mia


Why was it so hard? She should have turned wolf and been out of there in an instant, but she didn’t trust that side of her where Joel was concerned. It made her heart ache. Her wolf had always been the one thing she could depend on. They worked together to get themselves out of scrapes; now her wolf was too obsessed with this big bear to listen to her.