Forbidden Bear (Bear Creek Biker Bears #1)(6)

Yet who was she to talk? Now she was the mate of a bear, her judgment would be severely lacking, and they were right, it was her fault they had lost their merchandise.

Piler came at her. She dodged, her adrenaline definitely kicking up a notch as his fist sailed past her head. Defending herself with her left hand, she went for him with her right, her knuckles contacting with his face, sending him flying and making her knuckles throb.

Mia hated fighting. She hated living in a man’s world. Couldn’t they all just sit around and talk about this rather than thumping the hell out of one another?

Piler gained his feet and came back towards her, missing, and then springing at her when she dived forward to catch him off guard. He was better than she thought, and his fist hit her, grazing off her cheekbone. Damn, that hurt. She did not plan to let him get another shot at her.

Fists were one thing, but Mia had a secret weapon. Her feet. Martial arts had been her schooling as a girl and she had assembled enough knowledge to come up with her own brand. Now she made him dance to her tune. Exhausting him, jabbing him with her feet, and punching him when she got the chance. The fight went on, Piler grew tired, but still he attacked. He knew this was his one and only chance. If he lost now, he would never get the backing of the other men again.


He charged, grabbing her around the middle and driving her to the floor. She cracked her head, but managed to twist away from him and gain her feet first. With one tremendous effort, she straddled him, bending his arm up behind his back and grabbing a fistful of his hair.

“Want to play some more or shall we call this a night?”

He tried to move under her, but she kept her weight firmly between his shoulder blades, and after a few minutes struggling, he conceded. The look on the faces of the others told him he should give it up. Mia had won their respect once more. Not that she really wanted it.

But this had to be played out.

Letting him go, she got up and said, “Now, where’s the bottle. Let’s drink and then tomorrow we plan our next move.”

She hated getting drunk. She hated the hangout. Seriously, she hated everything about this life.





Chapter Six – Joel


Waiting made him nervous, always had. But this was something else. He had no real idea whether she was going to show up. Or how the evening was going to go if she did. He had the scenario worked out in his head. They would meet here, and then she would follow him to a cabin he knew about high up in the mountains, the one where Hal used to live before he moved back down into Bear Creek. Earlier he had phoned and asked to borrow it, once more going behind the back of his close friends.

Once there she would fall into his arms, beg him to make love to her. He would have no choice but to do as she asked, and f*ck her long and hard, putting a child in her belly. Then she would come live with him, and everything would work out. Fairy tales had never been his favourite thing, but this one he wanted to live in real life. If only Mia showed up.

An engine rumbled in the distance, he looked up, expecting to be disappointed once more. So far, seven cars and a handful of motorbikes had passed this way, each one making his heart rate increase. Each time leaving him disappointed.

Yet as the single light came towards him, he could feel her approaching. Now it wasn’t just his heart that was excited. His cock wanted to join the party too. Joel left his bike and went forward to meet her. Mia pulled up behind him but didn’t lift her helmet.

“I have somewhere we can go.”

She sat still, looking at him, and he felt nervous, but he knew it was Mia, he didn’t have to see her face to be certain. Why she didn’t lift her visor to look at him, he had no idea. Still, she was here.

“Is that OK?” he asked at last.

She nodded. That was the only answer he was going to get. Maybe she was too overwhelmed by his presence to speak, too excited to waste another moment in conversation than was absolutely necessary. Or too eager to be beneath him while he f*cked her.

“Right,” he said as he got onto his bike and started the engine. What was that about fairy tales? They never came true.

Yet he still had high hopes that the rest of the evening would go as planned. He had some food and a bottle of wine, or two already stowed at the cabin. He didn’t anticipate either of them getting up and leaving in the middle of the night. Oh, no, he planned to make her so addicted to his body she would never want to leave.

Joel knew he was kidding himself, but for once maybe things would go smoothly. He seemed to enjoy glossing over the one sticking point in all of this. He was a bear and she was a wolf. They generally didn’t get on; could the mating bond make their relationship any easier? Or would they be tearing each other’s throats out within the hour?





Chapter Seven – Mia


Her bike vibrated beneath her thighs, a constant source of comfort as she followed him. Mia didn’t much care where they went anymore, as long as it was away from Wolf Valley. Her cheek still throbbed where Piler had hit her, and the rest of her body ached.

The sensible thing would have been to stay at home and soak in a warm bath. Well, maybe not. Although she had met Joel primarily to ease the need she had for him, she had also come out to escape the worried looks from her mom too. She had been shocked when Mia rolled in early this morning, having waited up as usual, even though it was nearly dawn. She hadn’t said a word, only got some coffee on to boil and fetched a bowl of warm water and some antiseptic to wash Mia’s face.