Forbidden Bear (Bear Creek Biker Bears #1)(9)

Mia was confident in her own body, when that body was covered by her second skin, her leather catsuit. Like armour, it gave her confidence and protection—from what, she wasn’t sure. Yet Joel’s eyes on her soft curves made her nervous and insecure. What if he didn’t like her, yet was stuck with her forever?

Joel groaned, a sound of deep longing, chasing away her fears. “Damn it, you are so beautiful. I could spend a lifetime exploring your body, finding out what you like and how to make you beg me for mercy.”

“Joel, I … I’ve never done this before.”

“Had a man gaze at your fabulous body?” He smiled and her heart melted. She couldn’t have wished for a more laid-back mate. Now she wanted to see his fabulous body.

“You know what I mean. I never knew a bear could be such a tease. I thought you would be all grumpy and bad tempered.” She made light work of his jacket, and then he lifted his arms so that she could peel his T-shirt up over his head.

Only when she was stretched up, standing on her tiptoes, he pulled his arms out of his shirt quickly and placed them on her unguarded body, more particularly, her breasts. She giggled, his fingers tickling her, and she moved to cover herself up, but he leaned down and kissed her soft flesh as it swelled over her bra, and she found she didn’t want him to stop. Not ever.

Her sex ached, a fire spreading out from there to consume her body as his fingers unclasped her bra. Naked flesh fell into his hands. And he made good on his promise, kissing her skin, making her writhe beneath him when he finally claimed her nipple.

Explosions went off in her head. His tongue rolled over the tortured bud and then circled it, making the heat between her thighs grow until her panties were sopping wet. Lifting his head, he took in a long breath, smelling the sweetness of her sex, and something inside him snapped. His bear was close to the surface; she could feel it, and her wolf clamoured to join with him, to make their bond complete.

He took a deep breath, steadying himself, and then moved her backwards, the bed contacting with the back of her knees and she overbalanced, sitting down heavily. Whereas she thought he would make love to her, he instead knelt again, and peeled her panties down her thighs. Once they were removed, he parted her thighs, his hands gentle and encouraging on her knees.

Opening for him, she lay down and closed her eyes, trying not to think of him looking at her down there. Joel stroked her soft skin, kissing the inside of her knees, lifting her leg so that it rested on his shoulder as he moved inexorably closer to her aching need. Mia couldn’t help it, she had to watch. Craning her neck, she concentrated on the top of his head as he kissed her inner thigh. Slowly, he closed in his target, and the first warmth of his breath across her wet sex made her insides contract, an ache so deep it penetrated her soul.

A whimper escaped her when the first touch of his tongue on her clit registered with her brain. Lifting her bottom off the bed, she offered herself to him, only just managing to stop herself begging him for more. Damn, she had never expected this, and he had barely touched her. But what a touch, his tongue soft and then hard on her clit, before he spread her further and plunged his tongue deep into her sex.

She exploded. Her hands fisted the bedsheets, and she pressed herself back onto the bed and cried out as her first orgasm hit her. Joel didn’t stop his assault. He continued to plunge his tongue into her and then lick the length of her sex, finishing at her clit before starting again.

One orgasm swept over her, to be replaced by another. Mia, the president of the Wolf Valley Motorcycle Club, was being shown what it was to give power and control over to another person. He aimed to make her his. To knock down her defences and let him in. And as her second orgasm came to a shuddering end, she knew he had succeeded. But she didn’t want to be his little stay-at-home woman; she wanted to be his equal. So now it was her turn to bring him to his knees.


She just wasn’t sure how to do it.

Sitting up, she stroked his back, feeling the warmth of his skin, while he kissed her stomach, and moved further up her body. He tucked his hand under her body and moved her onto the bed, then hovered over her body.

“I wanted to … you know … return the favour.”

He smiled, his eyes soft, yet filled with longing. “I would rather be inside you right now. The thought of you wrapped around me is hard to shake off. Anything else can wait until later.”

“OK,” she said and swallowed her nerves. He was about to make love to her, and she was scared. Her bruises were a badge, showing her bravery when she had something to defend, but here with him, what did she have to offer? Her curvy body that was aching for him. Would it be enough?

Joel kissed her cheek, right where her bruise was worst. “I wish I could kiss away your pain,” he said. “I’ll go slowly. If I hurt you, tell me and I’ll stop.”

Turning her face to his, she kissed his lips and wrapped her arms around his neck, while he moved forward to enter her. The head of his cock brushed her outer lips, and then he was inside her, stretching her. She tried to breathe and relax. But her brain refused to work, to concentrate on the things vital for life; instead it honed in on him and every micro-movement he made, for now he was her life.

Deeper he pressed, slowly filling her. Mia’s inner walls stretched to accommodate him, however, just as she was getting used to the fullness, he paused. What was wrong, didn’t he want her, didn’t he fit inside her?