Snowbound (Arctic Station Bears Book 1) (4 page)

“I’m sorry, Allie,” he said. “Peace offering?” He held a cup out to me. It was filled with a golden liquor that smelled like it might burn a hole right through the floor.

I took the cup. “What the hell is this?”

“Richie Golden makes it. He has a still. It’s basically moonshine mixed with honey and spices. He calls it Golden Gate. The rest of us call it Heaven’s Gate, because when you drink it, you feel like you’ve died and gone to heaven.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “So you’re trying to buy your way back into my good graces with rotgut whiskey?”

He flashed his most charming grin. “I thought it might be nice. You know, have a few drinks, catch up a little. Bury the hatchet, maybe?”

“Before I bury one in you, you mean?”

“The thought
had
crossed my mind. I’d just like us to be friends. Truly. I’ve missed you, Allie. I’m glad you’re here.”

I took a sip from the cup. It burned all the way down my throat in the best possible way. I did have a thing for questionable beverages. Ollie continued to speak, but I failed to hear a single thing he said. I just kept sipping from my cup and eye fucking him, staring at his square jaw and his dimples when he smiled. The strength of his hand when he put on my thigh made my heart skip a beat. I felt like I couldn’t breathe as badly as I needed him.

Admittedly, it had been awhile since I’d last had sex. I was on edge, I really needed to blow off some steam. And if there was ever a man on Earth worthy of scorn-fucking, it was Oliver.

“…I was hoping to spend some time working on myself and —”

“Oliver. Shut up and show me where my room is.” I think even after all this time, I might have actually surprised him.

He grinned. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Ollie was back in my bed again. I just couldn’t believe it. Silencing the last of my good judgment, I leaned back on the surprisingly comfortable bed and tried to enjoy the light kisses on my feet. Ollie crouched down, kissing me from where my feet were exposed to my ankles. His lips were warm and his hands even more so.

“Ollie…,” I started to say, and slid my jeans down over my thighs. Less consciously, I parted my legs to give him better access and he tore my jeans the rest of the way off and tossed them across the room. The bedding was so soft against my bare thighs. I started to squirm and Ollie crawled between my legs. He rose up on his knees, stroking my legs from calf to thigh, then leaned forward until our lips were nearly touching. He smelled so familiar, like sunshine. I grabbed his head and pulled him to me. Our first kiss was ferocious, heavy with all of the times I’d wanted to slug him and then fuck him until he couldn’t walk. His tongue was forceful and tender all at the same time as he parted my lips. His hands squeezed my thighs, then ventured higher to lightly stroke my pussy through my panties. Any reluctance melted away, only to come rushing back when Liam’s face came crashing into my mind.

“Wait,” I said, and pushed my hand against Ollie’s bare chest. I just had the most bizarre feeling that I was being unfaithful to Liam, which was utterly insane. Even as sexy and interesting as the man was, I’d only just met him. And then as quickly as it came, the feeling was gone. “I have no idea what I’m feeling and…” I stopped mid-sentence. Ollie was staring at me with sparkling eyes and I couldn’t remember the last time I had been this horny.

Ollie just smiled. “This is the first time you’ve been around two alphas at the same time,” he said. “It can be a little intense. I didn’t think to warn you about it.”

I relented to a battle that my body had made me not keen on winning anyway and slid my hand down to his cock, wrapping my hand around his girth and pressing my rubbing my thumb against its sensitive underside.

Ollie let out a deep growl and leaned forward to kiss me again. Suddenly we were intertwined.

My skin was on fire as he kissed me. When he gently nibbled my jawline, bringing his hands to my throat, I thought I might boil over. Ollie pulled my top up over my head.

I arched my hips upward, loving the feeling of his cock sliding over my wet panties. He kissed my throat, sliding his tongue down between my breasts. Bringing his hands down to cup them, he teased the sensitive pinnacle of each with his tongue and sucked them in turn. His sharp teeth slid along one nipple and it drove me insane. I wanted him inside me immediately — I wasn’t sure I’d ever wanted anything so badly in my life, but he obviously had other plans. He pushed himself up on his arms and then slid down beside me, turning so that his hard cock was inches from my mouth.

Ollie kissed and licked my thighs, pulling my legs apart with strong hands, then rolled my hips and laid his head on me. He pulled my panties to the side and I could feel his warm breath on my most sensitive skin. As his tongue licked the length of my cleft, I took his cock into my mouth. The vibrations of his deep groan sent a wave of pleasure rocketing through me. I took as much of him as I could manage, relishing the taste of him as I swirled my tongue around the tip.

“Allie,” he said. His voice was almost desperate. “You feel amazing and taste even better.” He teased my opening with a finger, then slowly worked it inside as he dragged his soft, hot tongue over my clit. My pleasure broke my concentration, so I let his cock slide from my mouth. Wet with my saliva, I stroked its entire length while fighting to breathe. Between my legs, Oliver tongue was the promise of things to come. I couldn’t stand the wait.

I moved my leg out from under him and spun around, mounting him. I could not even be bothered to take off my panties. Just pulled them to the side and pressed the tip of his cock against my opening. When it slid in, I gasped. He was thick, and it had been awhile. I worked my hips slowly, sliding some of his girth into me, then withdrawing. Ollie was in no mood to be teased. He grabbed my hips roughly in both hands and shoved himself deeply inside me. I cried out. I couldn’t help it—it was just so good to be so full. I fell over against him and leaned in so he could take one of my nipples into his mouth.

We fucked fast and hard. Ollie pulled out almost all the way before slamming his cock back into me again. Over and over. I moved my hips in rhythm, feeling that familiar buildup of orgasm. I tried to prolong the feeling, but it would not be contained. When I came, I collapsed on Ollie’s chest breathlessly, floating in waves of pleasure that found every part of me.

“Allie,” he growled. His eyes were wild. “You feel so good, I can’t…”

Ollie pounded into me at a fever pace. His breathing grew ragged and his expression almost pained. He was past the point of no return, so I just held on and enjoyed the ride.

When he pulled his cock out of me, I reached underneath and grabbed it, stroking him as his cum shot out in long spurts. I reveled at the way his cock pulsed under my touch, so thick and virile.

I collapsed to his side, breathing hard. The orgasm invigorated me to the point that I believed I could scale a building with my bare hands. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt so alive.

Ollie cleaned himself off with tissues retrieved from a box on the night stand. He offered me a few.

“Oh, no,” I said. “You can’t pretend to be a gentleman after all that. I’m on to you.”

He laughed. “You mean again?”

“Don’t say stupid things.”

L
iam paced in his quarters. He could not get Alanna out of his mind, and no amount of Heaven’s Gate would change that fact. He’d never met anyone with whom he shared the connection he’d only heard about — the fated mate. The one person in a shifter’s life that was supposed to complete them. Tame them. Release them. It was a connection stronger than love. Stronger than blood.

He’d always tried to stay at arm’s length over affairs of the heart. He was terrified of the look in a lover’s eyes when he told her his secret. He’d seen it all too often in his early life. Throwing himself into his education was a poor substitute, but it kept him safe. It kept
them
safe.

And now Alanna. A woman who already knew his secret and didn’t bat an eye. Who already knew that a bear tore out of a human skin on the night of a full moon and a man fought his way out of a bear skin come morning.
I wonder if she’d treat the skins like socks,
he thought. ”
Dammit, Liam,
” she’d say.
Clean up your damn pelt.
He’d make a joke about it and then, laughing, they’d fall into bed together.

Liam closed his eyes and tried to banish the thoughts. She was here to assist in the research, even if they had different feelings about the ethics involved. Besides, she had history with Oliver, and their culture made crossing into another bear’s territory very taboo. She was spoken for. And Liam couldn’t break the rules just to make himself happy.

He sat down on his bed, threw back the last of his drink, and fought sleep. He knew it would bring dreams of something he could never have.

“Good morning, Dr. MacCready,” Donny said. “Eggs and meat are on the table. With this group, I’d grab a plate quick or you’ll lose an arm.”

I grabbed a plate from a stack on the table. “Alanna, please. And thanks. It smells great.”