The Bear's Forbidden Wolf: A Hot Paranormal Fantasy Saga with Witches, Werewolves and Werebears (Weres and Witches of Silver Lake Book 4) (24 page)

She reached out to take it from him. “I got it,” she said.

From the determined way she said it, Ainsley was still waffling about giving up some of her independence. Deciding it was best to give in this time, he handed her the light case. “See you soon?”

She nodded and headed toward the door.

Follow her
, his bear demanded.

Dammit, no.
As much as he wanted to run after her, Jackson needed to give Ainsley some space. She would come.

Once the light in her apartment clicked on, he headed home. When he entered his front door, he glanced around to make sure he’d picked up before he left. She had mentioned she liked all the wood in the house, but he had to admit the furniture was a bit masculine. Giving up the brown leather sofa and chairs would be hard, but if she wanted her yellow sofa and lime green chairs, he could compromise.

Because Ainsley would be there soon, he straightened up then headed into the shower. Just as he finished drying off, his cell rang. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he rushed down the hall to answer it, having left his phone on the dining room table. He hoped it wasn’t Ainsley saying she’d changed her mind.

It was Connor. “Hey,” he answered.

“Wanted to see if you landed safely.”

“We did.” He gave him the quick rundown of delivering the remains to his uncle and then how awesome it had been to tour the castle ruins. Because Connor would find out soon enough, he told him that he and Ainsley had mated.

“Hey, that’s fantastic. Are you with her now?”

If she had been, Jackson would be making love with her, not talking on the phone. “She’s cleaning up and will be over shortly.”

“Great. I won’t keep you, but I wanted to let you know that our fathers convinced Mr. Donaldson to let them start work on the property before the closing date.”

He whistled. “Holy crap. When our folks want something, they sure go after it.”

“You got that right. Once an Alpha, always an Alpha,” Connor added.

How true. His dad still tried to tell Kalan how to do things with regard to the Clan. “Knowing them, they offered Donaldson an added incentive.”

Connor chuckled. “My thoughts exactly. Are you coming into work tomorrow?”

Why wouldn’t he? “Absolutely. I can’t wait to get started.”

“Good. We can go over your plan to find the treasure.”

“That would be great.”

As soon as he disconnected, his senses heightened. Ainsley was here. She must have rushed over! Jackson debated dashing back into the bedroom and changing, but he was curious what she’d do when she saw him in a towel. Knowing her, she’d pulse blue. That worked for him. It would save him the hassle of undressing.

Before she had the chance to knock, he opened the door and winter air rushed in. He was so riveted on seeing her rush up the driveway that the cold didn’t even register at first.

As soon as she was close, he reached for her suitcase. “Come in.”

“Do you meet all your guests in a towel?” she asked, fighting a smile. The second her gaze dropped to his erection, his willpower shattered.

Mate, mate
.

Goddess help him. His need truly was more intense after mating. The lust, the demanding need, and the powerful throbbing in his groin forced him to focus on one thing—Ainsley.

She asked me a question
.

“No. Never. I showered, and just as I was about to dress, Connor called.”

“Everything okay?” she asked. Stepping past him, blue sparks jumped off her.

“Yes. He was just checking to see if we’d arrived home safely.”

“That’s nice of him. Mind if I get a glass of water? I meant to when I was home, but forgot.”

Forgot, hell. Ten bucks said her wolf’s yearnings had taken over her brain. “I’ll get you one. Have a seat.” He set her case by the door, and as he turned around to head to the kitchen, she yanked off his towel. “What the—”

Her laughter stopped him short. “Gotcha!”

What a feisty woman. If she was going to play that game, he would indulge in her luscious body right now. The moment he turned around and drank her in, his teeth and nails instantly sharpened. Controlling his bear now that they’d mated seemed to take a lot more work.

“You’re asking for it,” he said as he came near. Just as he reached out to draw her near, she disappeared. “Oh, no you don’t.”

Ainsley was still there. He just couldn’t see her. Slowly, he waved his hands in the air, not wanting to hurt her if she hadn’t moved.

“I’m behind you,”
she telepathed.

He swung around and there she was. Not giving any thought to his next move, he rushed her. When she remained visible, he snatched her up before she pulled that stunt on him again. Three steps later, her butt hit the kitchen counter.

“You aren’t getting away from me this time,” he said.

“I don’t want to.” She threaded her arms around his neck.

“Smart ass.” An hour ago, she was tentative, but now she was a little minx. Would it always be like this? He hoped so.

Kiss her.

And kiss her he did. The moment their lips touched, his bear scraped and clawed at his insides. Devouring her mouth, he fumbled to unbutton and then unzip her jeans. With her wearing boots, he’d never get her undressed fast enough. With each passing second, his desperation grew—as did his need to shift.

He stepped back. “Help me get you naked.”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

Once she kicked off her footwear, she worked to remove the several layers above her waist while he divested her of her jeans and then her panties. With two quick flicks of her hands, she tossed off her socks.

Now naked, he returned her to the counter and then shoved aside the toaster and coffee maker. “Lean back,” he demanded, his breathing way too ragged.

Not able to wait any longer before tasting her, he lifted her legs over his shoulders and prepared for a feast. The first swipe of his tongue brought him some relief, but it was like a drug—one that made him want more. A few additional licks gave him his reward—her glorious blue glow pulsing and shimmering. He loved the Wendayan expression of excitement.

Even without the telltale signs, he’d have known. Her fingers were clenched, and her teeth had sharpened. When he nabbed her little pearl and flicked his tongue across her sensitive nub, she wiggled and sucked in an audible breath.

“Damn you. Take me before I shift,” she growled.

“You don’t have to ask twice.” Jackson slipped her to the edge of the counter. “Wrap your legs around my waist and hold on.”

As she positioned herself, he placed his hard dick at her entrance. When she hugged his neck and leaned forward, his cock slipped into her wetness and his teeth extended. If he thought he was excited in Scotland, he was more so now. Her blue pulses jacked up his hormones to a new height.

Between her lavender scent, her bare breasts, and those divine lips that could kiss like a goddess, he lost it. With one arm around her back and the other supporting her butt, he withdrew then plunged into her again.

“I can’t get enough of you,”
he telepathed. If he’d had enough oxygen in his brain, he might have been able to say the words out loud.

Ainsley kissed him, plunging her tongue into his mouth. The sweeping motion made his bear roar. Squeezing her legs tightly around him, she lifted up and dropped down, all the while encasing him in her blue cocoon.

Take her completely
demanded his pushy bear.

Breaking the kiss, he slid his lips to her neck and drove his cock into her hard over and over again. His mate met him thrust for thrust. When Ainsley’s sharp canines touched his neck, he couldn’t control his climax any longer. Just as he dug his teeth into her, his hot seed exploded. Ainsley bit down on his neck at the same time, and his body shuddered with the full force of a tsunami.

Her orgasmic scream followed and was coupled with her inner walls clamping down on him, holding him tight. Both of their hearts beat with the fury of a wild storm, and he never wanted to let her go.

Sweet goddess. If every time they made love was like this, he might not survive.

*

When Ainsley woke
up the next morning, she was delighted to find herself snuggled against Jackson. She smiled at the amazing turn her life had taken. How had she even considered not living with him?

You were a fool
, her wolf said.

True. To think her mate was her best friend’s brother. The whole concept that she was mated to a non-Changeling still blew her mind, but delighted her at the same time.

Ainsley wasn’t sure Naliana had made the best pairing as far as Jackson was concerned. Blair had commented a few times that Ainsley wasn’t the easiest person to live with. Poor Jackson. What if she got on his nerves? She could try to remain non-confrontational, but as a reformed Changeling, she could only bend so far. If he expected a woman who would give into his every wish, he’d be sorely disappointed—that is unless he was naked and touching her all over. Then she’d probably say yes to anything.

With her thoughts on sex, she remembered her shock when Jackson opened the front door last night wearing nothing but a towel. Man, did he look like a god, or what? Her body had gone crazy, what with navy sparks zooming off her everywhere. Sure the girls had warned her that she’d experience an increased level in her need, but she never thought it would be this bad. Izzy had claimed she needed to be with Rye several times a day in the beginning, and Ainsley had the sense it might be even worse for her.

She rolled over, needing another hour of shuteye, but as soon as she spotted the time on the clock, she stilled. Crap. It was Tuesday morning, and she had to be at work in less than forty-five minutes. Why hadn’t she set the alarm? Oh, yeah, she was enjoying Jackson too much to remember.

She gently shook his sleeping form, suspecting he would want to get into work soon too. The snoring ceased and was followed by a grunt. “We need to get up,” she urged.

Jackson had explained that Mr. Donaldson had given his dad and uncle permission to clear the property, and that Jackson needed to come up with a plan on how to find that treasure—fast. For his sake, she hoped something existed. If it did, she prayed it wasn’t worthless.

She slipped from the bed and headed to the bathroom for her morning shower while Jackson roused. Staying in bed when the bear came out of hibernation was asking for trouble.

Because his shower was large, it was a good guess that Jackson would want to join her, but if he did, she’d definitely be late to work.

Come on. How late would you be if you kissed him a little with the water rushing over your naked bodies?
her wolf asked, sounding so innocent.

I’d be very late. Now behave. Do I want to spend the day making love to him? Hell yeah, but no matter what we do or how often, I don’t think I can be satisfied. My need for him can’t be fulfilled. He’s part of me now. Forever.

Her wolf harrumphed.

Once the water warmed, she stepped under the flow and realized that she wasn’t nervous anymore about living with him. When she was in Jackson’s arms, she felt safe, cherished, and exactly where she needed to be.

Just as she finished rinsing out the shampoo, the bathroom door opened.

“Well, well,” Jackson said in all his naked splendor.

Her wolf growled and urged her to indulge in another sexual exploit. She was tempted. Her rational side insisted she shut off the water, dry, and get the hell out of there before she gave into her desires.

Slam him against the wall and ride him hard
, her wolf demanded.
It won’t take but five minutes.

Shut up. I have clients to see
.

Ainsley cut the water and stepped out. Before Jackson could grab the towel and do wickedly wonderful things to her, she snatched one from the rack and wiped herself dry. He winked then picked up his electric toothbrush. As much as she tried to look away from the intimate act of him brushing his teeth, she couldn’t.

“I don’t know if me living here is a good idea,” she said as she slid her hands up his back.

He shut off the power, spit out the toothpaste then whipped around, acting as if he believed she was serious. “Why?”

“Because I have a one-track mind.” She dragged a finger down his chest.

His eyes lightened and his gaze drew her in. “I hope it’s on the same track as mine.” He grabbed his cock and waved it.

That one ridiculous action made her laugh. “As much as I want to do you right here, right now, I don’t want to be late for work. Can I have a rain check for tonight?”

He gave her his best frown. “Absolutely, but if you get horny, you know where to find me. We have a bed in the back of the office.”

She grinned. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

‡