Page 30 of Bound to Two Bears

Heat flooded his body as he watched the partial shift in Jared. He had no idea why he was luring the animal to come forward. The words rolled off his tongue without conscious thought. He couldn’t seem to think when the two of them were around; he could only react. Jared and Royce pushed and he pushed back. It was a war of wills he felt compelled to play.

His connection to the two of them was more than physical. While that’s all it had been so far, he sensed that it was something much deeper. They were too new to him for it to be anything but carnal, so why not revel in it?

The sensual nature of their connection wouldn’t be denied. The longer he was near them, the more he wanted. Jared refused togive him space, and this was the result. Jared pushed and he pushed back… a game they both willingly played.

Jared pushed him roughly against the rock, his hands slightly shaking. Carson wondered if that was his control on edge, or him holding back his shift. Either way, it was sexy as hell seeing the shifter nearly lose it. He wanted to poke the bear even harder and see how far past the limits Carson could take the male.

All while a little voice in the back of his mind asked him if he was insane for doing it.

“You’re not going to like what you get if you tempt the beast,” Jared warned, his voice deep and guttural.

“Maybe. Maybe not.”

“Iwon’thurt you,” Jared snapped, an animalistic tone to his deepening voice. He frowned, his expression softening a bit. “I don’t want to hurt you, Carson.”

Carson was past caring about being hurt. The pain mixed with the pleasure last night had been seductive. He wanted more. His words flowed from his lips without considering his own safety. He didn’t know where the desire for pain came from, but he wasn’t in control anymore. His need for the two bears propelled him here. “You won’t hurt me, no more than I want. No more than I need.”

How he knew that, he wasn’t sure—but he knew it soul deep. Jared and Royce would protect him, maybe even from himself. Maybe that’s why he pushed.

To test his theory.

How much could he take.

How much would they let him.

Jared growled low in his throat. “You are my responsibility now. My job is to protect you.”

“A job? That’s what I am to you?” He shook his head. “I can take care of myself. I’m no man’s burden.”

“No burden,” Jared whispered, trailing one claw-like fingernail over his bare shoulder. “But a responsibility I’ve longed to have.”

“Then give me what I want. I like a little sting.” He smiled as he shivered, Jared’s claw moving over his collarbone. “Make me burn, Jared.”

Jared met his gaze with a heated one, holding it a few seconds. He slowly lowered his lips to Carson’s for a kiss unlike any other he’d ever experienced. He felt the sharpness of Jared’s incisors and ran his tongue along the edge of one tip, scratching his tongue. A second later, he tasted the tang of his blood as their mouths warred.

Jared reeled back and roared, his head upturned to the sky. He lowered his head, his eyes brightly shining. “You’ll be the death of me. Probably all three of us if we’re not careful.”

“You pushed. I pushed back,” Carson said before grabbing the shifter’s head and drawing the man’s lips back down over his. He kissed Jared with everything in him, sliding one hand down to capture the man’s cock once more.

Jared was rock hard and throbbing in Carson’s hand. Pre-cum beaded at the tip and he swiped his thumb over it to use as lube.

“Fuck me,” he whispered as he leaned back and captured Jared’s gaze. “Like last night, facing me.”

Carson laid back against the river rocks, smoothed from ages of water pouring over them. Before Jared rubbed the head of his cock along Carson’s anus, he coated himself with a handful of lube. He added more and spread it along the tight bud, sliding his fingers in once more. After a few moments of teasing, Jared pushed the head of his cock in, spearing Carson wide open.

The burn was intense, the pain almost too much. Carson shut his eyes and arched his back to better handle the sensation as Jared slowly slid deeper inside him. When he bottomed out, Carson felt even fuller than he had the night before for some reason. He moaned against the sense of fullness and rolled his hips to force Jared to move.

“Slow down,” Jared growled. “I don’t want you hurt.”

“Move!” Carson demanded, rolling his hips.

Jared clamped his hands on Carson’s hips and dug in tight. Carson knew the man was likely bruising him, but he didn’t care. He seemed to like it the rougher he got.

“Slow down,” Jared said, his voice deep. “You’re new to this.”

Carson whimpered, wanting more.

Finally Jared began to move, incremental thrusts that were nowhere near enough to satisfy the need raging in Carson. He fought Jared’s hold on him, but the bear was too damned strong. Jared held him tight and continued the leisurely pace.

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