Page 18 of Shared By the Werebears
“We’ll take shifts,” he said gruffly. “I’ll keep first watch.”
“You don’t think the tent’s protective magic is enough?” Goldie asked, raising an eyebrow at him.
“I don’t trust magic I didn’t cast myself,” Ronan growled shortly.
Goldie shrugged.
“Suit yourself. If you want to stay up half the night, that’s your business. I’m going to get some rest.”
“Sleep tight, princess.” There was heavy sarcasm in Ronan’s deep voice but if he was trying to bait her, it didn’t work.
Goldie didn’t answer. Instead, she snuggled under her blanket with a small sigh, curling in on herself as though trying to trap what little warmth she had left. Her arms wrapped around her middle, and even in the golden light, I saw the fine tremble still running through her body.
I frowned—clearly the tent wasn’t warm enough. She was freezing.
Without thinking, I slipped under my own blanket and lay down beside her, careful and slow. I pressed my body close, wrapping an arm around her waist and tucking her in against me. She made a soft, startled sound, but didn’t pull away. Instead, she leaned back against me, seeking the heat. Still, her shivering didn’t stop.
“She’s still too cold,” I murmured, looking across her body to where Ronan sat, rigid as stone.
He met my gaze and frowned.
“So what?”
“So help me warm her up,” I said, my voice low. “You know it’ll work better with both of us. You want her sick?”
Ronan hesitated—just for a moment—and then he exhaled through his nose. There was something rough and reluctant in the sound but I could tell he wanted to touch Goldie as much as I did. At last, he lowered himself to the other side of her, his broad chest brushing her full breasts as he stretched out beside her. She gaspedsoftly as his body heat met hers, and I felt the ripple of it move through her. Nobody makes heat like a Were—we’re like walking furnaces. Having one of us on either side of her would get her warm in no time.
Between us now, Goldie went still. Then slowly, the tension in her limbs began to melt. Her breathing deepened. The shivering faded.
And, as though the tent was responding to her, the globe lights above us dimmed until we were mostly in the dark.
“This isn’t right,” Ronan muttered in the dimness. “We’re too fucking close.”
But I noticed he didn’t move away.
Neither did I.
Goldie lay between us like the sweetest thing we’d never meant to share—soft and trusting, her body slowly warming between ours. Her scent curled around me like sugar and spice and something wild underneath, something that made my Bear stir in my chest, like he wanted her as much as I did. I let my hand settle lightly on her hip, and I felt, more than heard, the soft exhale she gave in response.
She didn’t speak. Neither did we.
But the silence between us was thick with heat, and I knew we’d all feel it in our dreams…if we could get any sleep, that was.
10
RONAN
We shouldn’t be doing this—this woman was dangerous—a Succubus. I knew damn good and well how easily her kind could drain a man dry. But it had been a long fucking time since I’d held a woman in my arms and Goldie was just my type. She was curvy and blonde and she had a really cute face with those big, innocent looking eyes. Well, until she tried to seduce you, anyway, I reminded myself.
But it wasn’t her eyes I was thinking of now. It was her breasts. Full and firm, they were pressed against my chest. And I swore I could feel her nipples poking me, even through that furry black sweater she had on. It made me remember how she looked when she was changing, letting us see all of her in the back rooms of the diner where she lived.
My stupid cock started getting hard as I pictured her full tits swaying and remembered how she’d moaned when Finn touched her. God fucking damn it—I didn’t need to be thinking this way! But she smelled so good—like cinnamon and spice and some kind of feminine scent that went straight to my shaft. And she felt so soft and tempting pressed against me.
I fucking wanted her.
You can’t have her, though,I reminded myself.She’s a Succubus. She wants you to want her—that’s what she’s doing, pressed up against you.
But I couldn’t help wondering…would it be so bad if I were to touch her…just a little? Or maybe watch Finn touch her again.
