Page 5 of Laid Bear

He released her hair and cupped her ass and lifted her off the ground, forcing Zora to throw her arms around his neck and wrap her legs around his waist. Intellectually, she knew this was all kinds of wrong. Here she was in the middle of God knows where, kissing and dry humping a naked guy she’d never met. But the need to be near him shredded all vestiges of common sense. Shyly at first, she pushed her tongue out to meet his before pulling back. Growing bolder, she did it again. He groaned and caught her tongue between his lips, sucking it hard and deep.

Zora was so caught up in the kiss she didn’t feel herself being carried the short distance to the couch. It was only when she lay on her back, crushed by his hard body that she realized how far things had gone. This was a stranger for Christ’s sake.

Turning her head to the side, she gasped for breath. “No.” The word came out as an uncertain whisper, so it was no wonder he ignored her. A large calloused palm grazed the inside of her thigh, moving higher, stopping only when it met the cloth-covered folds of her pussy.

A quiver stole its way up her spine. She couldn’t remember feeling this hot for anyone. Her panties were soaked and a fever raged through her body. Modesty dictated that she clamp her thighs together, denying him access to the most intimate part of her. Denying herself. But the part of her that hadn’t been laid in over a year screamed, hell yes!

“So wet,” he growled, his breath caressing her heated skin as he buried his face against her neck, while his fingers pushed the crotch of her panties aside to expose her wet cunt to his probing digits. “I knew you’d feel like this. Taste like this.” He bit into the side of her neck, not hard enough to break skin, but with enough pressure to sting.

Zora cried out, placing her hands against his shoulder. She should push him away, she really should, but those fingers…

As he continued to nuzzle and nip at her neck, he ran his forefinger along her wet slit before slipping past her labia. When he touched her clit, Zora arched her back, giving up all pretence of protesting. She might not be in hell now, but she was certainly going there for this.

She dug her nails into his broad shoulders, pulling him closer and wanting more of the decadent sensations he caused throughout her body. Complying with her silent pleas, he slipped his middle finger inside her wet sheath. She wiggled and bucked her hips against him.

“That’s it, baby, ride my hand,” he ordered before clamping his teeth on her earlobe, giving it a quick nip. She was no innocent by a long shot, but nothing had prepared her for the intense need that filled her from head to toe.

“Oh God, yes,” she moaned.

“Not God. Logan. Open your eyes, Zora.”

Logan. She liked the sound of it. The name suited him of the broad shoulders and good looking, rough-hewn features. Slowly, she raised her lids to meet his passion-filled gaze. How this beautiful stranger was able to make her lose her inhibitions on such a short acquaintance was a mystery to her, but she was lost from the second she laid eyes on him, enslaved when he touched her and absolutely sizzled when he said her name.

How did he know her name?

Zora didn’t have time to process the question before a gruff voice that didn’t belong to her or Logan shattered the moment.

“Just couldn’t wait, could you, Logan?”

Logan lifted his head with an impatient growl, not seeming a bit embarrassed at being caught on the couch with her. “Can’t you see I’m in the middle of something?”

Zora was mortified, not only by being caught in a compromising position with a man she didn’t know, but by his nonchalant attitude as if this were something that happened to him all the time. She was almost too embarrassed to turn her head to see who’d intruded on such an intimate scene, but curiosity got the better of her.

Standing in the living room was an equally large man who looked similar to Logan with darker coloring. An equally naked large man. If that weren’t enough, another man entered the cabin, just as nude as the other two.

What the hell had she gotten herself into? Going into panic mode, Zora gathered all the strength in her reserve and gave Logan a hefty push. The element of surprise must have done the trick because he went tumbling to the ground.

Wasting no time, she jumped off the couch and ran out of the room, not bothering to look back to see if she was being chased. Not sure where to go, she took the stairs two at a time and tore down the hallway until she found herself in the room where she’d awakened. Slamming the door behind her, Zora locked and pressed her back against it before sliding to the floor. She pulled her knees to her chest and began to rock herself. This was not happening. She was stuck in a cabin with three bear-sized men who apparently liked walking around naked.

Was she destined to be unlucky with men?

Zora’s former neighbors thought she was crazy for uprooting her life in Covington so abruptly. She might have stayed had it not been for the lewd phone calls that started shortly after her grandmother’s death. The caller never revealed his identity, but it could be no one else but Dale. The ex she believed she’d never see again. She’d dated a handful of guys since attending college, but he was the first she believed herself to be in love with. With his charm, good looks and popularity, Zora was flattered when he’d pursued her.

Zora was honored to be his girlfriend, until she discovered him to be possessive, controlling, abusive and a cheater. He’d wreaked havoc on her self-esteem with his cutting words, which made it difficult for her to break up with him. Her grades suffered and she couldn’t concentrate in class.

With her academic future at stake, Zora had found the courage to break it off. As she tried to move on with her life and distance herself from him, he got really scary. Despite the restraining order, he stalked her mercilessly until a brutal event put him away for several years. The incident had left her shattered. Zora now wondered if she’d have been better off taking her chances with Dale finding her rather than dealing with the nightmare she’d landed herself in.

Logan took his time getting off the floor. His senses were still reeling from having Zora in his arms, feeling her heat, inhaling her scent and tasting her. He needed more. Had to have more. Having her in his arms had been even better than he’d imagined! He was sorely tempted to follow her up the stairs and finish what they’d started. The past several days of having her near without being able to touch or hold her had been driving him crazy.

Who would have thought after all these years he and his cousins would find their onida at their vacation retreat? Every year he, Heath and Gavin came to what they called their little corner of the world for a month to get away from the hustle and bustle of their stressful lives. This year, however, was different because it was to be their last year coming together.

It wasn’t because they no longer needed the solitude and freedom this month-long sojourn afforded them. It was because the three of them had decided they would give up the search for a woman they could mate with in order to continue their line. Each one of them was approaching forty and they all wanted the companionship only a female could provide. They also knew that if they were to settle for a ‘regular’ woman, sharing her would be out of the question. She wouldn’t be able to bear their seed, making it unnecessary to maintain the triad.

They’d decided after this particular trip they would each seek out a woman they found tolerable enough to settle down with. Because this land they’d built their cabin retreat on had belonged to their ancestors and held special meaning for them, bringing just anyone who’d never fully understand their nature wouldn’t seem right. It had been their plan to hold on to the land until they figured out what they wanted to do with it.

Logan had not been as eager as his cousins to capitulate so easily, wanting to wait just a little longer until they found the one who was meant to be theirs, but there was only one of him and two of them. So begrudgingly he’d agreed. Though he wanted to make the best of his vacation, his heart was heavy until nearly a week ago when Gavin came tearing into the cabin, carrying Zora’s broken body in his arms. It was like the gods had heard his silent prayer for intervention and granted their blessing.

For days, he’d sat by helplessly watching as his cousin did his best to heal the woman he’d known instantly was their mate. As she healed, her beauty became more apparent. Her body was a work of art, and he wanted nothing more than to sample each inch of her delectable, chocolate-colored skin. His animal half was raging to break free, to claim what was theirs, but he had to practice patience, a trait he wasn’t known for. So when he’d decided to come back to the cabin ahead of his cousins from their morning run and found her standing in the middle of their living room looking good enough to fuck, there was absolutely no way he could pass up the opportunity to do what he’d been waiting for since Gavin had rescued her. And he was damn sure not going to apologize for it.

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