Montana Wild Bears: Books 1-4 Bundle (BBW Paranormal Werebear Shape Shifter Romance Boxed Set) (27 page)

 

“Wow,” she said, taking in the dark wooden floors and walls and the strictly masculine interior. The old Arder Alpha had done well when he had made all his boys build themselves houses – werebear right of passage worthy of appreciation. “Nice!” she said, turning around to look at Jonah as he slowly closed the door. His ugly blue eye had already sunken back into a bruise around his left eye, and the scrapes on his arm were well on their way to healing. The joys of being a werebear – nothing could keep you down for too long.

 

“And what do I owe the pleasure?” Jonah asked tentatively. His hazel eyes could see right through her, and the state Callie was in – heaving for breath and obviously having ran there the whole way – left little doubt that this wasn’t just a casual visit. Though they had kept meeting on a daily basis, Callie had never ventured into Arder territory, just as Jonah had stayed away from the established Bitterroot grounds. She looked away from him, choosing to venture further into his home. A fire was crackling in the fireplace, and she could smell the remains of a freshly eaten dinner, the juicy scent of a thick steak still hanging in the air. Nothing werebears liked better than a good meal (aside from a good woman, obviously).

 

“Oh, I just missed you. Can’t a girl miss her boyfriend?” Callie asked, trying to sound worry-free and casual. She knew she’d done a piss-poor job at it when Jonah came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, stopping her from her aimless wandering around his living room. He rested his chin on the top of her head, and Callie’s shoulder slumped, knowing that she’d been found out.

“Sure she can, but I doubt my very rational and level-headed girlfriend would come to my cabin in the dead of night when we just about declared war on her clan. Is that something that sounds like my girlfriend would do?” he asked carefully, cradling her against his powerful chest. Callie sighed softly, sinking against him. Being next to him made her calm down a little, but looking at him just made her think of the kind of look that Jackie would give her if she was close enough. His stoic calm and understanding made her feel more rotten about herself.

“No,” she whispered softly, hanging her head.

 

Jonah spun her around to face him. Callie tried avoiding his gaze, but he raised her chin to look at him, and she had to bite down on the inside of her mouth to keep from tearing up. There were too many conflicting emotions in her to think clearly. She was overjoyed to be next to him, to touch him, but at the same time she wasn’t at peace with her decision to poke her nose into what was not at all her business by trying to get hold of Jackie. If her own family hadn’t done it, was it really alright for her to make that decision for them?

“Calliope, honey. What is it? What happened?” Jonah said, a note of worry creeping into his tone. His brows furrowed, and Callie recognized that look – the I-will-drain-seas-and-clear-forests look he got when he thought he could fix her problems.

“Promise me you won’t get mad,” she said, arching her brows. A few dark curls were licking at her face, but she left them there, her body trembling all over. Jonah pulled her tighter against him, his big hands as if covering every inch of her and telling her that she was safe with him, no matter what had happened.

“I promise,” Jonah agreed solemnly. Then again, she couldn’t really remember when she’d seen him angry since he managed to get out of the first horrific cycle of fitting back into society. She’d seen him sad and frustrated, but not mad.

 

“I… I wrote an e-mail to Jackie.” Callie watched with bated breath as Jonah’s brows arched in surprise. A silence hung between them for a moment before Jonah finally found his voice again.

“And what did you tell her?” he asked, his voice as level as before. Only the slight flush that had come to his cheeks betrayed that she had left a mark. Jonah and Jackie had been as close as werebear twins always were, but life had dragged them apart. The death of their father had changed a lot for the Arder family, and Callie had the suspicion that even Jonah didn’t know that Jackie and Ryder had been together after Bear’s Grove. Still, aside from Ryder, he knew Jackie better than anyone else, and she could only imagine what the thought of dragging his beloved sister into the Arder-Bitterroot mess meant to him.

“I told her that things were bad and Ryder has turned… malicious and dangerous. And I asked her if she knew anything that could help us,” Callie said, her voice barely above a whisper. She rested her forehead against his shoulder, glad that he was still holding her close.

 

“I guess it had to be done,” Jonah noted, laying a kiss on top of her dark locks.

“You’re not mad?”

“No, I’m not. I’m sad she has to be involved in this, but you’re right. It’s now or never. I doubt she has anything to say about it, but at the rate things are going, someone will end up dead – Ryder, Jackson, Julian or I. Short of that, I don’t think anything could have the power to shift things in another direction. Better she hears of it before someone has to make a really difficult phone call to her,” Jonah said grimly. Callie looked up at him, fear sparkling in her big brown eyes. He smiled softly, running a finger down her cheek. “Don’t look so scared. Maybe I’m just being dark and depressing. Prepared for the worst, as always.” Callie glanced down to the dog tags hanging on his chest, a bitter reminder of the kind of outcomes he was used to seeing.

 

As much as she had thought about the possibility of things turning truly sour between the two clans, she hadn’t thought about the possibility of losing anyone. Scuffles and fights, sure, but death? It made her insides turn to ice and a lump grow in her throat. Her nails dug into Jonah’s sides as she hugged him tightly, not wanting to let go. Callie felt almost seasick, her head spinning with the implications of a true clan war. Werebears were not known for their leniency. If the clans went head to head, she could be sure that not everyone would return. In the heat of battle, bloodlust could easily take over even the most sensible bear, and any foe would be wise to run from a werebear’s scorn. As such, the Arder clan was lucky to have a man as levelheaded and calculating as Jackson at their front, though even he was prone to bursts of anger. Not to mention Ryder.

 

She swallowed the hard clump down, and Jonah smiled at her, picking her up gently and carrying her to the couch. He sat down and settled Callie in his lap again, just as he would every night when they were home together in Texas, and dipped his head against hers.

“We’ll be fine, Callie. But things could get ugly, and you need to be ready for that. No matter what happens, I love you,” Jonah said.

“No matter what happens. At least we have something to fight for. I love you,” she murmured, and Jonah kissed her softly. His fingers grazed across her cheek as he slid his hand behind her head and pulled her to him, his lips tasting hers with the gentle touch of a lover. Callie moaned and sunk into the kiss, her hand trailing up his arm. She could feel him throb with anticipation, and it brushed away her worries for a moment. The tender way he touched her made the weight of her decision float away from her, pushed into the recesses of her mind to be dealt with later.

 

You don’t know when you can see him again. But this is worth fighting for. He is worth fighting for,
she thought to herself as her mouth opened and her tongue pressed into his, bringing heat to their stolen moment. A growl gurgled in his throat as she kissed him with hunger and passion, banishing her fear and uncertainty in exchange for something a lot more pleasant.

“Are you sure?” Jonah asked, his voice breathy. Callie nodded quickly, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing herself against him.

“Yes, I’m sure. I need you,” she said, and Jonah grinned widely. Callie didn’t want to miss her chance to be with the man she loved for one more time before things truly started going down the drain. Happiness, as fleeting as it was, needed to be grabbed when there was an opportunity for it. And right then and there, Callie knew exactly what would make her happy.

 

CHAPTER SEVEN

 

Jonah picked Callie up, his hands slipping under her firm, delicious buttocks. Her legs curled around his waist and hips, locking her in place. Her body buzzed with need. When she had first stormed in through the door, she could barely keep her hands off of him. It was like seeing her all pouty and distressed just brought out the protector in Jonah, and Callie knew he wanted to hide her away in his cave where no one could reach her and have his way with her. And, what better place to enjoy one’s tasty, curvy mate than tucked away in secrecy, right?

 

Her lips were silken against his, and his tongue snaked into her mouth as he walked them over to the wide leather couch. He couldn’t have broken the kiss even if he wanted to, lowering them both down on the cushions. Callie’s hair flowed around her head like a dark halo, and a blush lit up her cheeks. He groaned softly and her stomach went into knots. He was so incredibly sexy with his soulful eyes and tight, rippling muscles that he made all her worries float away. She knew it was just for a moment, but she was glad to take the much-needed interlude with her beloved. Her fingers trailed up his arms and then down his chest, tracking a path along his strong body. Callie bit her lip, and her back arched to meet his touch as he slid his hand up her side and to her breasts, cupping one in his large palm. She groaned.

 

“You’re beautiful, Callie,” Jonah whispered, leaning close to her ear. He kissed her neck and down her chest, pulling her soft cardigan down to reveal flesh. Her heat was waiting to be touched, hungry for every piece of him. Jonah slid her sweater and her undershirt off of her with careful motions, sure to not rush them along. It had been a long time since they had shared such a moment of intimacy, and neither one of them wanted it to go by unappreciated. Callie kissed him savagely, his tongue mashing against hers as they invaded each other’s mouths. It was a battle between gentleness and a burning lust that had been quieted for much too long. Her thighs squeezed his sides, urging him forward as he hovered above her. He squeezed her breasts and Callie threw back her head. His touch was divine, making her feel like the primal goddess of a woman that she was inside. Her bear prowled close to the surface and a growl tumbled over her lips as he slid his palms across her soft stomach and down over her hips.

 

Jonah undid the button on her jeans, and she raised her hips higher so he could slide the pants off easily. There was no shyness between them. He loved each and every one of her lush curves, and she knew how much he appreciated and loved her body. As much as she adored his hardness and his rough edges, he needed her softness with mirrored fervor. Jonah kissed down her chest and over her stomach, pausing above her sex for a second. Callie groaned heavily as he let his tongue leave a wet path at the line above her panties, teasing her mercilessly. Her muscles clenched, and she yearned to have him inside of her, but he was going to do things the way he wanted. And Callie wouldn’t have it any other way.

 

His calloused palms rubbed against her pussy, scratching against the silky fabric of her delicate underwear. She was wet with desire, and every touch made her burn hotter, twisting in agony as he tormented her. Jonah sucked at one of her nipples through her lavender lace bra, making the peaks pucker into tight nubs. Her nails raked at his back, tearing his shirt off of him. The air filled with their heated noises, the couple driving each other towards the familiar height of lust before succumbing to the delicious aftermath. Her breathing was heavy, and the crackling of the fire was barely a backdrop to the wild noises they made. She loved the way he looked without his shirt. A few cuts and scars marked his painful past, like physical representations of the anguish he had gone through. But he had come through them as a better man and a better bear. And now he was all hers.

 

Callie pulled him upwards, wanting his mouth on hers. Jonah resisted, instead tearing her bra off her shoulders and then off of her chest completely. It was thrown over his shoulder, discarded in a heap with her sweater. She pawed at his belt buckle, the silver bear shape that adorned it glinting in the red light of the fire. The thick leather was like butter under her touch, and she gripped the buckle and the other end, pulling them loose. Jonah grinned wickedly and took the buckled end from her, tearing it off his pants. With quick movements, he had grabbed her wrists and pulled them together over her head. Jonah bound the belt around them, hooking one end through the loop of the buckle and pulling hard. Callie yelped, her brown eyes full of surprise.

“Jonah,” she whispered.

“Shh. We’re playing things my way.”

 

He slid lower on the couch after pinning her hands behind her neck. Her full, gorgeous breasts were pushed out, and he made sure to graze his teeth across one of the nipples as he slipped down. Jonah was hard and rearing to go, ready to sink into her and fill her with his big cock, but he was drawing it out for her. Callie shuddered in anticipation, tracking every movement he made. Every time he touched her, she felt another fire start inside her, wrapping tightly around her core and making it pulse with desire like never before. Being away from him for so long had left its mark, and she couldn’t wait to make up for lost time. Jonah spread her strong thighs with his hands and breathed in her heady scent, rich with her excitement. He smiled up to her, and she thought she would scream with frustration. All of the darkness of the last few weeks was put aside and forgotten in favor of focusing all of her attention on him.

 

Jonah slid his fingers between her panties and her skin, letting them dive between her wet folds. Lightning struck through her, and Callie’s muscles clenched. His tight digits spread her, exploring her most secret places with the confidence of an owner, a lover, and an equal. An incoherent moan bubbled in her throat, and his eyes blazed gold and then dark brown, his bear not far from breaking forth. It was always a battle of wills – whether to let the beast roam free or keep it under wraps. Between two werebears, it was even wilder. A werebear would have to be careful with a human to not harm them too much, but between two bears, all bets were off. Callie’s fingers entwined, nails digging into her flesh. She wanted to rake them down his back and chest, but he wanted her to stew in her need a little. Jonah sat up, and she could feel his eyes on her as she writhed underneath his touch. Her need was brought to a boil, and she thought she would explode any moment. When his fingers forced into her, Callie screamed out. It was a sound straight from the core – primal and deep.

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