His to Bear: Icy Cap Den #1 (Alaskan Den Men) (3 page)

T
here’s
nothing worse than a vampire worrying about dying. To humans, I’m already dead. They’ll look the other way in light of my superior speed, stamina, and knowledge as a physician, not to mention my healing blood if they need medical assistance. But no one is going to shed a tear for one less vampire.

Sometimes paranorms are judgmental; some are worse than humans. At least the paranorms understand that much of our world is unexplainable. It’s enough effort to live the life we have without bending ourselves out of shape about how to classify it.

Lying in Ash’s arms, my fear morphs into pain. I am dying again.

Ash removes my clothes. A snowsuit is a pain to get on, but trying to get a wet one off when I can’t move my limbs is a bitch. He curses as he rips my final layers of T-shirt and pants. When I’m naked on a pile of blankets by the fire (he even took my socks, damn him), his great, warm body covers me.

His lips kiss my forehead, my temples, before moving to my cheeks. Warmth spreads through every space he touches. I hadn’t realized how much I miss sunlight on my skin. Seeing as how sunlight would incinerate me, I’ve never dwelt on that loss before.

Now his kisses bring me back to life the way the sun fuels other cold-blooded creatures.

“Beautiful,” Ash murmurs. His fingertips move down to stroke my lip. That feels good, but I want more.

Struggling against my own frozen body, I kiss his fingertips.

He bends his head, his lips brushing mine lightly. Too lightly.

I want to feel more of Ash. All of him. I want his weight against me. My tongue darts out to meet his fingertips.

In the firelight, his light eyes darken as they take me in.

When I lay my palm against his chest, I can feel his heart beat thundering under my hand.

“Please,” I whisper. “I’m cold.”

Ash raises an eyebrow. One hand lightly strokes the contours of my left breast before resting lightly on that hip.

“Only if I can be extremely thorough.” He looks down into my face. All the heat from his eyes warms me to my core.

God, the thought of having him inside me, stroking me hard—I’ve never wanted anything more in my life. Or death.

“I’d be disappointed with anything less.” My hand slides down his chiseled abs. His hard cock taps my belly.

“I love how soft you are.” His lips kiss my neck before moving down to my collarbone.

“I don’t look like your typical vampire,” I gasp as his lips graze one nipple. Then he flicks my other nipple with his tongue.

My hands cling to his hair, reveling in the thick blond curls.

“I’ve been dying to worship these beauties.” He nuzzles me. “Among other things.” His tongue continues the flicking until I pull at his head.

“Please,” I beg.

I feel his smile against my breast as he puts his tongue to work in earnest.

The heat.
Oh my God.
My body is turning to molten liquid under his touch. I spread my legs, wanting to feel him closer.

Ash continues working me. “There’s so many ways I’m going to make you come.” He sucks harder. The tension inside me builds to a near pain level. Only my release will be worth it with him. I know it.

He stops sucking. “For a vampire, you’re impatient.”

Disappointment washes over me. I’m like a surfer missing a wave.

“Have you fucked a lot of vampires?” My fingers fumble for his cock. I’ll do anything to bring that heat back. Anything.

“You’re my first. This is purely for research’s sake, of course.” His clever fingers wander down to stroke my pussy. “So wet. Here I was worried you’d be frozen.”

“I was,” I gasp. His finger slides inside me. “More.”

He strokes me slowly with his single digit. “I’ll fuck you how I want, and you’ll be screaming for more. Understand?”

My snappy retort dies in my throat. Who am I kidding? This is exactly what I want. I need.

I am dead. And Ash has brought me back to life.
Holy fuck.
Ash seriously knows his way around a clit.

I open one eye, then look down at his ripped naked body. “Mother of God. Is that your cock or a rolling pin?”

He flexes into my belly. “Guess. Still cold?”

“Getting warmer.”

“Good. Get on your knees.”

I crack open one eye.

Ash stares down at me.

“I’m not sure I can move.”

He bends and kisses me. “Later, then. You’re driving me crazy. I’ve wanted to be here for so long.”

His cock rubbing against my pussy feels amazing. I reach for him. The head is smooth as I stroke him and he flexes into my hand. I reach lower. His balls are heavy and tight.

Oh sweet Jesus, this man is going to fuck me like no other.

“Fuck.” Ash thrusts into me, hard and deep. Then he withdraws even though my pussy clenches, trying to keep him inside me. I want him there deep inside, preferably forever, despite whatever logistical problems that might cause.

He works me hard. My fingers dig into his bare ass. The slick sound of our wetness just turns me on more.

“You feel so fucking good.” Ash opens his eyes. His face is tight. His feral grin touches my heart—wild and magnetic, just like Ash.

I can feel my climax building. Even though my brain is still buzzy with aftershocks, I greedily want what only Ash can give me.

I love him inside me. Fucking the hell out of me, sweaty and grunting. I am raw with need for only him.

He strokes faster. Slamming into me, pushing me back against the rugs.

“Meg,” Ash growls in my ear. “Come for me.”

“I’m, um, not sure.” But even as I gasp I know that I can deny Ash nothing.

“Come. Now.”

For a split second I am afraid, because this will change everything. Then I surrender to the pleasure. Every cell in my body feels like it will burst. He pumps into me twice more, and then he comes inside me so hard that I almost faint from our joining.

I’m an independent woman all right, but when this man says come for him, that’s exactly what I’m gonna do. Every time.

I
’m buried inside Meg
. Her pussy clenches tight around my cock. Finally, after all these months of knowing her DDs were encased in one of her bulky sweaters and wanting to rip the yoga pants off her lush ass and bury myself deep inside her. All my fantasies about sliding those panties off her hips and fucking her.

I feel her thaw around me, and it’s such a turn-on. I’ve fucked her back to life.

My bear is rising. I want her on all fours, begging me to take her hard and fast. To claim her, make her mine.

I fight the need. But God, it’s hell.

When she orgasms, her fangs elongate. There’s something sweet about that. I tenderly lick each one in turn, feeling her shiver beneath me in pleasure. She’s one passionate woman. I will never get enough of her.

A smile spreads across Meg’s face. A dimple in her left cheek shows. That full lower lip entrances me. I’m dazzled by her creamy skin, her deep pink lips, and that mouth.

I lower myself to her again, loving the feel of her lush body pressed against the length of me. She opens her legs enough for me to settle against her. Her arms slide around my back. One of her legs curls around my calf.

I bend my head to her lips, savoring the darkness of her lashes against that creamy skin. A dusting of freckles that I’ve never noticed before tugs at my heart.

Immediately her mouth opens to mine, and her pliant moans increase my desire. My tongue tangles with hers before I settle in for deep, soulful sucking.

I could kiss her forever.

Leaving her mouth, I trail my kisses down her body before I stop at her knees.

Gently I work my way up the inside of one leg, then the other. I feel her inner thigh muscles quake. I nudge her legs wider apart.

Meg tries to pull me up. “I want your cock inside me again.”

My recovered cock bobs in agreement.

But first things first.

I push her right leg open. I bend to her again. Open and vulnerable, she waits for me.

“Ash, please.”

My tongue starts working her folds, stroking, then sucking. I nudge deeper and suck stronger. She tastes divine, like I knew she would.

Meg’s hips move restlessly.

“Stop torturing me.” She reaches for my cock.

I continue kissing her, letting her juices coat my tongue.

“Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to make you come with just my fingers and tongue. Then after that I’m going to roll you over and take you hard and fast from behind, because all these months I’ve wanted to do just that.”

I love her pussy. The thatch of thick dark curls. I love that she isn’t shaved. I slip a finger inside her. She clenches down. I slip two fingers inside her. She shifts restlessly.

I could make her come like this, working her with my hand. Then I could watch her. There isn’t enough time to fuck her in all the ways I want to.

I lower my head again, nuzzling her and inhaling her scent. I find her clit and suck it without mercy.

“Oh my God. Ash. I’m coming.” Her thighs squeeze against my head. I can feel her pussy clenching, trying to draw me deeper. She bucks hard. I taste another gush of pussy fluid that I lap greedily up.

Now her legs lie open, her pussy exposed.

My cock aches. My balls are tight.

Flipping her over on her stomach, I slide one arm around her waist. I draw her delectable ass into the air. Meg is on all fours.

I gently push her shoulder blades down. I want her ass in the air and nothing else. Not yet anyway. Her head is on the pile of rugs and blankets, her hands on either side of her head.

I love her sassy mouth, but her eager submission in my hands drives my bear spirit wild.

My heart thunders in my chest as I run my palm over her smooth, ample ass cheeks. God, how I long to give her a spanking. I can almost feel the soft skin of her ass stinging against my palm.

Taking one cheek in each hand, I spread her even wider.

“Please.” Meg’s muffled moans come through her pillow.

My tongue licks down her vertebrae, tasting every bone in her spine.

Meg’s legs quake again. I have her wound so tight she’s ready to explode.

Then I bite her, on her upper shoulder.

She whimpers, not in pain but in assent.

It’s not hard enough to break the skin, but her skin accepts my bite. It marks her now as mine, belonging to me as my mate. Nothing will separate us now.

I thrust completely inside her, feeling her completely glove me. God, she feels amazing. I pull out, then thrust again, working into steady strokes that make her bare ass jiggle in the air. Every time I thrust, her pussy and ass clench down, trying to hold me close.

“Greedy vampire. You feel so fucking good.”

There is no way I will ever give her up. She is my mate. Medical review board be damned. One fuck with her will never be enough.

* * *

A
fterward
, I cradle her in my arms. I love smelling my scent all over her.

I want her sucking my cock, but there’s time for that later.

“You’re marked as my mate. You OK with that?”

Meg’s throaty laugh makes my cock harden. “I guess I have to be.” She raises herself up to kiss my lips, just the way I like it: open-mouthed and hungry. “You saved my life, Ash. I owe you everything.”

“Then you accept that you are my mate?”

“You’re really a detail guy, huh? I’m going to hold you to that in bed.” She kisses my throat where my pulse beats. “Yes, I’m yours. You may decide you don’t want me. Vampires can rather demanding.”

“What about your medical review board?”

“You saved my life. I’m just happy to be alive and here with you.”

“So they’ll be reasonable?”

“They’re vampires.”

“You’re my mate. I’ll never not want you, in my bed or out. My new mission in life is pleasuring you as much as possible.”

“Works for me. I’m doubting the review board is going to show up here soon. That gives us some time to figure things out.”

We are silent for a while, each reveling in the other’s touch.

Gradually, though, I become aware of Meg’s preoccupation.

“What?” I nudge. “Still worried about the review board?”

“Yes, but who do you think is setting the bear traps?” Meg’s voice is sleepy, but her words are not. “As the sheriff, you must have some suspects. You may have given me the fuck of my life, but I’m still a vamp.”

There is that. Vampires are the paranorms’ answer to clergy. Those who accept and then survive the Bite during medical training do so for an eternity. They are the backbone of the graveyard shifts in hospitals, morgues, and nursing homes. Having personal relationships is forbidden. Vampires are, by definition, social loners.

I don’t need my bear to sense she’s keeping a part of herself hidden. Though don’t we all?

“You said you don’t know. But you do,” she presses.

I rub one hand on my face.

“I’m not certain, but I have a pretty strong idea.”

“Who?” Her voice is low, strong, insistent. The image of a cobra striking, fast and deadly, fills my mind. The speed with which she moved from submissive bedmate to vengeful vampire impresses me.

“A succubus.”

Meg sucks in her breath.

She isn’t being overly dramatic. Polar bears are the apex predators of the mammal world, and the succubus is their paranorm parallel.

“What’s a succubus doing up here?”

It’s a good question. And I fear the answer.
Me.
An ice bear shifter.

A succubus draws her power from other beings. Up here, the population is almost nonexistent compared to practically everywhere else. A succubus is up here for one reason only.

“She’s nesting.”

“That is a real thing? I thought it was just a myth.” Meg pulls away from me enough to let cooler air rush in between us.

Even in my overheated state, my body shivers. Hating the distance between us, I pull her back into my arms. “They have a fifteen-year gestation cycle. Reproduction is difficult when they have to suck all their energy from other beings. A nesting succubus will do anything to reduce threats to her new hatches.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because the last time a succubus produced offspring, it was fifteen years ago. And she burned Icy Cap to the ground.”