ALPHA’S PREY

“I’m serious. You should be playing for the big bucks.”

“Well, we can come back here on the weekends. I can rearrange my schedule to work three day weekends. Although you may have to get WiFi. Is that a possibility?”

“If WiFi keeps you here, beautiful, I’ll get it. I want you happy. And with me.”

“Is it okay? For you to be with a human? I mean, is it against the rules?” She turns pink in one of those blushes I’ve come to love.

“It’s not recommended. Yeah, kind of against the rules. I don’t give a shit.”

She grabs my cock and guides me back in. “You can’t tease me like that and then just leave me hanging.” Her sultry tone washes over me in shades of bliss.

My teeth punch out to mark her. I groan, but I can’t push away the pleasure. It floods me like a powerful drug. “Miranda, I have to tell you something.” It’s a struggle to even form words.

She stops rocking her pelvis and looks up at me. “What is it?”

“Bears don’t usually mate for life. Many are polyamorous. But sometimes they do.” Heat spikes at the base of my spine, my balls are tight.

“Okaaay.” She sees my teeth and her eyes widen.

“I’m having a hard time keeping my bear under control, though. He wants me to mark you as my mate.”

She eyes my sharp teeth. “What does that mean?” It’s no more than a whisper.

“It means a bite. A love bite. To embed my scent in you. Keep the other males away.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?” I didn’t expect her to agree. I was just trying to explain that I was having a hard time keeping the teeth from descending.

She nods, practically glowing.

“Baby, it could scar. It will definitely hurt.” I can’t stop rocking into her, can’t stop my eyes from rolling back into my head in pleasure.

“Where will you do it?”

Will I do it, not would I do it. She’s accepting this without any protests. My independent feminist wants my claiming bite.

“Oh fates.” I can barely hold back now. “You tell me, baby. It’s usually at the nape, but I can bite your thigh or somewhere that won’t show. Fuck, Miranda, I can’t hold back.”

“Bite me!” She arches up, throwing those big, wondrous tits in my face.

My jaws snap and I’ve claimed her before I even have time to pull back. My teeth are deep into the meat of her shoulder, right in the middle of her pretty tattoo.

She screams, but I swear to fates, she also orgasms.

I come, too. Hard.

I’ve already come a half dozen times in the past twelve hours, but there seems to be no end to the essence that flows out of me now. I fill her, forcing my jaws to release and licking away the blood as I still pump into her.

She wraps her arms around me, crying a little. Laughing a little.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, babe. Tell me you’re okay.”

“I’m okay. It hurts, but it’s not that deep. I’ll be okay.”

“I’ll let you mark me any way you want,” I swear, wanting to offer something back.

She gives a watery laugh. “Yeah? Would you tattoo my name on your pec?”

“Whatever you want,” I promise.

“I’m just kidding,” she says softly. “All I want is you.”

“You got me, baby. I’m here.”

I keep licking her wound because the serum in my mouth should help it heal faster. I hope to fate it heals soon because I’m going to feel like shit every day it hurts her.

“Caleb?” Her voice is soft and tentative.

“Yeah, babe?”

“I will always honor the memory of your wife and child by your side. I don’t want you to ever feel like it’s not okay to talk about her or celebrate what you had.”

My eyes burn and I drop my head into the crook of her neck. This woman is too much. Too good. She doesn’t make me choose between past and present. “Miranda,” I choke. “You are my salvation-you know that? You brought me back to life.”

“You gave me me,” she answers.

“What does that mean?”

“I mean, you helped me feel okay about who I am. About my body. My brains. I don’t have to prove anything to you. You celebrate me just as I am.”

“That’s because you’re already perfect,” I tell her.

Her lips find my neck and she plants soft kisses there. “I love you, Caleb.”

“I love you, too, babe.”

EPILOGUE

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“BEAR! GET BACK HERE!” I race up the mountain trail, rounding a boulder just in time to see the fringe of my dog’s tail disappear between two trees.

He took off, barking. I hightail it after him, shivering at a little flashback of my kidnapping earlier this year. The woods are safe now

A shadow falls across me. “What did I tell you about hiking alone in these woods?”

I jerk around, leaping out of my skin until my eyes hit Caleb, stepping out from behind a tree.

“Ohmygod, Caleb, you scared the crap out of me.”

With a happy growl, he moves in, picking me straight up and kissing the hell out of me. My legs wrap tight around his hips, my breasts swelling to brush against his chest. His hard, bare chest. Mmmm…

We’re all tangled up with lips and tongue, Bear circling around us barking.

“Careful, pretty lady,” he growls. “Not safe out here on your own.”

“Why? Is there a big bad bear who might eat me?”

“Damn straight.” He squeezes my ass, then gives it a healthy slap.

“The mating call of the mountain were-bear,” I murmur.

“You know it.” I just moved up here permanently, and we’re still in our honeymoon phase. Caleb got WiFi and I got a research grant that will allow me to live and work up here on the mountain.