Page 18 of Her Beary Spicy Valentine (Welcome to Bear Mountain #2)

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get him back

holly

“ O pen your eyes, baby. Your bear’s letting me know she likes this, but I want to watch you enjoy it, too.”

I woke up slowly, my senses coming online one by one. The first thing I noticed was the wet, insistent slide of a tongue between my legs. Hot, enthusiastic, worshiping.

Then came Hawk’s voice, low and rasping in my ear. “C’mon, baby, open those beautiful brown eyes for me.”

Mmm, mates. … My bear’s happy purr-growl echoed in the back of my mind as my eyes fluttered open.

I registered Hawk’s body pressed against mine, his arm resting beneath my breasts like a protective bar as he sucked on my ear.

Below that was the tongue, stroking into me with slavish devotion. I didn’t need to look down to know it was Leif.

Or that I must have gone into estrus while I was sleeping. For way longer than usual. The sun from the den’s round totem eye windows had nearly made it to my nest, which meant it must be past breakfast time, nearly noon. This was new.

My body caught up before my mind did, and my hips undulated with a mind of their own, trying to seek more pleasure out of Leif’s eager-but-sloppy strokes.

Hawk released my ear lobe to command, “Slower, puppy.” His hand found Leif’s man bun and began guiding his head with firm authority. “I know she tastes good, but this isn’t about you. Pay attention to her. Let her body teach you what she needs.”

Leif obeyed instantly, his tongue shifting from eager laps to deliberate strokes under the guidance of Hawk’s hand. Soon my thighs began to tremble, and my mind spun from the overwhelming sensation of watching Hawk make Leif tend to me so thoroughly.

But just as I began to lose myself in the rhythm of his tongue, my nose snagged on an absent scent. Maple, cognac, but no hazelnut. Koda. Koda wasn't here. Again.

My estrus was dragging on, and he was obviously sick of it. Of course, he hadn’t waited for me to wake up—just headed back out to his brother’s workshop.

The bitter thought sliced through my pleasure like a blade, leaving behind the quiet ache of being avoided and regretted.

My ex-husband drifted into my mind unbidden, his fake “Yay!” masking every milestone of our relationship. His passive-aggressive remarks and lack of genuine desire were constant reminders that I’d been a convenient relationship he’d settled for after grad school, not a wife he truly wanted.

“Koda ain’t your ex, baby,” Hawk suddenly growled, letting me know my shields had slipped again. “This is about him trying to prove he can stay away.”

His tone flared with irritation before softening into a wicked edge. “And you know what, we’re going to prove he can’t.”

“H-how?” I tried to keep up with the conversation thread, but Leif chose that moment to start swirling his tongue around my clit, probably on some silent instruction from Hawk. The new, much more intense sensations rolled my eyes back, and it took me a try or two to gasp out, “How-how are we going to do that?”

Instead of answering, Hawk pushed his lips into my ear to ask, “How you enjoying that tongue in your hot, needy cunt, baby?”

I’d slapped my shields back up, but his crude question sparked through my core. A moan escaped, and my thighs clenched around Leif’s head, letting them both know without reading my mind how much I liked what that tongue was doing to me.

Hawk smirked, his lips brushing my ear. “Usually, our bears wouldn’t let us clean you out while you’re in estrus, but they’re sick of Koda’s shit, too. So consider this a special project.”

His hand slid down from Leif’s head, gripping the soft roll of my stomach before circling lazily over my clit. The dual sensations were almost too much to bear.

“Feel that, baby?” he murmured, his breath teasing against my skin. “That’s what it feels like to be wanted.”

Leif’s tongue dipped deeper, his devotion making my hips buck. My breath quickened, and I could feel the pleasure building.

“Stay with it, baby,” Hawk urged, his voice a low growl. “Let Leif take care of you like a good boy.”

Hawk’s hand returned to Leif’s man bun, applying pressure, urging him deeper. The waves of pleasure coursing through me tightened into a knot, coiling tighter with every stroke of Leif’s Hawk-guided tongue.

But just as I was about to come undone, Hawk yanked Leif’s head up.

“Hawk!” I gasped, my body writhing in protest.

“Not yet.” His dark eyes glittered with challenge. “You want more? Get him back.”

“What?”

“Koda,” Hawk said simply, his tone daring. “Reach out to him. Bring him back to the nest.”

My stomach churned at the idea. The thought of opening myself to Koda, of letting him feel my need, was almost unbearable. No offense, but humiliation didn’t turn me on like it did Leif.

“No offense taken,” Leif answered aloud, my essence dripping off his lips as Hawk kept his head raised.

Which was how I realized my shields had already slipped. Along with my pride.

“What do you want me to do?” I found myself asking— begging without meaning to. There was a new edge to my estrus today. It clawed at me like an animal trapped inside my body, frantic and crazed.

Hawk chuckled as if he’d known it would only take me a few seconds to cave.

“Exactly what you’re doing, baby—only aim all those thoughts, think all those desperate emotions at Koda. Picture him in your mind…” He lowered Leif’s head back down to my pussy while he talked as if the big blond constable was some kind of huge sex toy. “Show Koda what he’s missing.”

My body arched, the need coiling tighter and tighter as Leif’s tongue sent me spiraling toward the edge, but it wasn’t enough…wasn’t what I needed.

“Tell him that,” Hawk urged. “Beg him to come back and give it to you.”

“Beg him? No, I’m not going to do that..” I protested.

Right before a wave of longing erupted from deep inside me, raw and molten, sending a visual of me getting railed by Koda’s thick dick into the ether like a beacon. Freaking bear. She would seriously do anything to get laid. Especially today.

“Good, good…” Hawk’s lips curved into a knowing smile against the side of my face.

Then he cruelly lifted Leif’s head again and said, “That’s it for you, puppy.”

“No,” I whined. What kind of sick edging play was this? It wasn’t enough, but it had been something .

My bear clawed at my insides as another wave of estrus burst out of me, slicking the pussy and thighs Leif had just finished cleaning up.

Forget my rule about not cursing, I turned my head to spit out something particularly venomous at Hawk.

But stopped when the scent of hazelnuts hit my nose, and Leif rolled away to reveal the male standing behind him, just outside my nest, with his hands clenched into fists at his sides.

Koda.

He looked all sorts of things, standing there.

Sorry.

Guilty.

Conflicted as hell.

But most of all, hungry.

For me.

Hawk moved away, and I sat up. “You came.”

Koda’s jaw flexed as the late morning light streaming through the window cast his face in harsh lines.

Or maybe that was just his expression.

“I shouldn’t have. I shouldn’t be here,” he rasped, his voice thick. “I’m trying to stay away because…”

Because he didn’t want to get hurt again.

Because he wanted to prove his human was still in charge.

Because this was utter madness.

I couldn’t read his mind, but I could easily guess it.

I had my reasons for wanting to put distance between us, too. But…

“Koda, it doesn’t matter why,” I whispered. “Our bears don’t give a eff what we want.”

Then I reached out my arms to him.

His composure cracked, and the conflict in his eyes burned away, replaced by a raw, desperate need that mirrored my own.

In the next instant he charged into my nest, casting off his boots and clothes as he closed the space between us. Until he was fully naked and dropping to his knees before me.

“Vixen…you called me back.” Koda’s voice was a mix of accusation and wonder.

“I wanted you,” I admitted, my bear as unrepentant as an Ariana Grande song. “So I made you come.”

His gaze darkened, some unreadable emotion storming over his face.

“Don’t you dare ask me to present—” I started to warn.

Only to cut off when he collared my throat and crashed his mouth into mine for the kind of wet, tongue-swirling kiss that would have shorted a real animatronic out.

So maybe he was one of us living, breathing mammals after all.

He kissed me until my head spun, and then he released my throat to pull me into a sex position that wasn’t at all perfunctory.

More like a half-lotus, half-hug that allowed him to keep devouring my mouth as he guided the undulations of my hips up and down the long, thick dick I’d mentally begged him for—totally worth the pride murder.

Soon, an orgasm, bigger and better than anything his robot version could ever deliver, bloomed inside me.

Then I was on my back again. But instead of Leif’s mouth, Koda’s hips pistoned between my legs, and his heavy body pinned mine back into the nest.

Mate! I wrapped my legs around him, my bear growling her satisfaction as he lost control between my thighs.

Was my bear at all sorry she’d ripped him from one of his many avoiding-me projects? Nerp! This was where he belonged, she informed me, like the unapologetically selfish bitch she was turning out to be.

“Mate,” he growled, his guttural tone letting me know his bear was in charge, just like mine.

“Mate!” I gasped, my hips rising to meet his.

Every thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure spiraling through me, but as I neared the edge, a new sensation crept in—an ache, sharp and urgent, in my gumline.

My teeth.

They throbbed, pressing against my gums like they had a mind of their own. The urge to bite him, to mark him, tore through me, terrifying in its intensity.

No! I whimpered, turning my head to the side.

Koda didn’t notice, too lost in his own frenzy, but my bear growled in protest, demanding more, until?—

“Aah! Aah!” Suddenly, I was coming again without warning.

We both were. Koda bit into Leif’s shoulder bite as he released with a heavy grunt. A first for him. But that wasn’t what scared me.

As the climax ripped through me, the tingling in my teeth sharpened, and my eyes fixated on the space between Koda’s neck and collarbone.

Luckily, Koda chose that moment to collapse on top of me, his body heavy and warm. The throbbing sensation in my teeth stopped, but my bear… She remained restless, dissatisfied.

Something was missing.

As Koda rolled off me, I looked over at Leif, who was kneeling beside us with an eager-to-serve expression that had become familiar over the past few days. His golden hair had come mostly lose from his man bun, leaving strands falling around his face. He was beautiful. So beautiful.

My mouth watered.

That was all the warning he or I got before I lunged at him, toppling him with an urgency that left no room for thought.

“Sweetie!” Leif’s startled gasp quickly morphed into a groan as I put him on his back with a strength that didn’t feel entirely mine. My hand wrapped around his hard length and guided him to my aching core.

And then I took him— took what was mine.

Leif’s head fell back, his hands grasping my hips as I moved above him, riding him with a feral desperation I couldn’t control.

“That’s right,” Hawk drawled from beside us, his voice low and dark. “That’s your third, baby. Take that dick. It’s yours. It belongs to you and only you.”

Leif’s eyes locked onto mine, his expression awash with devotion and awe. “I’m yours,” he whispered, his voice breaking on the words. “Always.”

The tenderness in his voice cut through the frenzy for a moment, making me hesitate. But then… MATE!

My bear surged forward, pushing me harder, faster, demanding more.

As I neared the edge again, a sharp ache flared in my gums, insistent and unrelenting. My teeth pressed against my lips. And this time, the pressure was so overwhelming that I had to slap a hand over my mouth to stop myself from biting him as another climax crackled through me, leaving me trembling and raw.

Leif groaned beneath me. “Holly, may I come?”

“Yes!” I told him, the word mumbled as if I were speaking through cotton.

Or a mouth full of bear teeth.

Leif stiffened beneath me, coming with a broken roar, filling me up with another load.

And my teeth receded again, but it still wasn’t enough.

Hawk.

I rose to my feet, unable to care that I was basically dripping come everywhere, and looked around for him.

But to my shock, he stood just beyond the barrier of my nest.

Out of reach.

“Not done yet, baby?” he asked.

Though his knowing expression told me he already knew the answer to that question.

“No,” I replied, nonetheless.

“Come back to my nest,” I commanded in a voice that sounded like those weird space witches in the Dune movies. “I want you next.”

“I ain’t Koda. You can have me whenever, however you want,” Hawk answered smoothly.

But his harsh expression didn’t match his offer. “But your bear’s tired of this. Tired of waiting.”

My heart stuttered. “Tired of waiting for what?”

“You know what,” Hawk said. He was always so nice to me. But suddenly, his voice dipped into the disapproving growl he often used with Koda and Leif.

“Koda isn’t the only one in denial,” he informed me. “This is your last chance. If you want a cub, you’re going to have to stop fighting her. Your bear won’t give you what you want—until you bite… If not me, one of us. Any of us.”

I shook my head, my chest clenching with a new fear. “What?”

“Your bear is in a frenzy,” Hawk explained, speaking slow like I was a foreigner who didn’t understand his native language. “That means she’s ready to come out of estrus. But she’s not going to fertilize an egg.”

He held my eyes in his grim amber gaze. “Not until you bite one of us.”