Page 37 of Bound to Two Bears

My bears.

When his eyes fluttered open he realized it wasn’t either of them. His head rolled to the side to see a smiling, naked Deidre doing her best to get him hard and ready for her. His underwear was gone. He was just as naked as she was.

“Don’t you think this is a little soon?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Her hand no longer felt right on his body. He wanted to shove her away, make her stop touching him.

As soon as he’d realized it was her, and not his shifters, his cock began to deflate. His body apparently wasn’t his own anymore.

It was theirs.

An ache settled in his chest as he stared up at the ceiling.

I belong there.

With them.

Deidre ignored his question and was still doing her best to get him hard, quickening her pace when he only grew softer. After a moment, she was hurting him, so he gripped her wrist and forced her to stop.

“I’ve never known you to refuse sex,” she said, her tone and expression showing she felt stung by his denial.

He stared at her and brought her hand up to his lips. He pressed a kiss to the back of it before smiling wanly at her. “You were right all along. We’re done. We have been for a long time. You don’t want me any more than I want you.”

Deidre straddled him and rubbed her wet pussy along his shaft, smearing her juices and her scent on him. The wrong scent. “Does this feel like I don’t want you?”

She leaned down and forced a kiss to his lips. He pushed her back some and broke the kiss. Once they parted, he could see the question in her eyes.

“It’s over, Deidre. It’s over, and we can’t do this.”

“You came toourbed last night. You held me in your arms as we slept. It felt so good to be back in those strong arms. Wecando this. We can make it work.”

“What’s with this sudden change?” Just days before she’d said she met someone. Someone who could make her happy. “Where’s this new man of yours? The one who makes you smile?”

She looked away, a pained look on her face. “He was flirting with me to make his ex-girlfriend jealous. When I learned the truth, I realized what I had with you. What I’d let slip through my fingers. I can’t let go of that, Carson. You’re one of the good ones.”

She ran back to me? No.“It’s too late…”

Deidre frowned at him. “Just two days ago, you wanted to work on things up at the cabin. That’s why you came home, isn’t it? You couldn’t stand to be alone up there… without me.” She smiled as she spread her palms along his chest and rolled her hips, trying to tempt him with a body that, before the weekend, would’ve robbed him of his sanity.

Deidre had always used sex as a weapon. And he’d always succumbed.

Until now.

He rolled her off him and heard a knock on the door.

“Ignore it,” she whispered, trying to pull him close again.

Carson climbed out of bed, glad for the diversion. Deidre wasn’t taking no for an answer, but she had to. He wouldn’t grow hard for her. For anyone else either, he feared. He’d been claimed, bound to two bears, and he knew it now more than ever.

Why did I leave?

He pulled on his robe before padding to the front door. As he walked, he felt the ache diminish. He rested a palm against the back of the door, suddenly knowing down to his bones his bears were behind it.

The knock came again, and he knew for sure Royce and Jared were there, come to take him home. He whipped opened the door and saw he’d been right. The two glared at him, filling up the entire doorway with their large bodies.

“Hi,” he said, his voice cracking. The greeting lacked vigor. He didn’t know what to say to them after he’d run away.

“Who is it?” Deidre asked, coming from the bedroom clad only in a little nightie.

Jared growled, and Royce pushed through the door and pinned Carson to the wall. He scented Carson, and rage filled his stare.

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