Page 82 of Bearly Hanging On

Kissing her legs helped assuage the need in me to taste her. Instead of the sweetness of her slick, there was just the salt of her skin. That and her soft moans had me moving higher and higher. I was skimming over her thighs as I felt them spread wider, the invitation plain. But if we weren’t careful, we’d end up right back where we were.

It was easy to get Harper off, and the first time I’d been caught up in the shock, the pleasure of that. Now I knew better. Orgasms rolled off her armour, enjoyed for the moment, but never getting under her skin, and I knew that’s what I needed. As I pulled back, hanging over her, Tor at my side, I forced the issues.

“Eyes on me, Harper.” They flicked open, staring wide in alarm. I smiled, trying to counter that automatic response. “I need you to watch me?—”

“Watch us,” Tor insisted.

“Watch us,” I amended, “as we please you.”

Did she know how quickly her walls crept up? I saw it in the way her eyes hardened, right before she smiled.

“So this is some kind of voyeurism kink thing?”

“This is you, me, Tor.” His growl made clear he was glad I remembered to include him. “Connecting. All you have to do is keep your eyes on us.”

The nervous bob of her throat, her eyes flicking from one to the other of us, made me think she was going to say no, but finally she nodded.

“Good girl,” I said, and then something interesting happened. She frowned slightly, making me think we’d misstepped, but her scent? Tor sucked in a breath, dragging more of that heady perfume into his lungs. Looked like our mate liked a bit of praise. “You’re so damn beautiful, Harper. Need to see your every reaction, every response, right as we…”

Her choked off response, the feel of her slippery folds between my fingers, nearly destroyed my control. What would it be like to throw her legs over my shoulders and just buck forward, sinking myself into her? Losing myself in the sensation of being connected to my mate, right before my baculum jutted out, joining us forever. Not yet, I bargained with the bear. We lock down inside her right now, it’ll shut Harper down forever. Just stay here.

“Stay with me, Harper.”

Her eyes met mine after going hazy and heavily lidded.

“I am.”

Her tone was just a little cranky.

“No, stay here.”

As my free hand slid upwards, over the tempting swells of her breasts and to her heart, Tor’s hand moved. I could feel it brush mine as he sought the core of her. She gasped at theintrusion, the response so beautiful to me, but then her eyes locked with mine.

“Be here, in the moment, right here with us. Feel both of us working to please you, Harper, because that’s the way it will always be.”

“Doesn’t that work both ways?” I had a plan. Treat Harper like a queen, make her feel the bond between us, so why was she rolling up and towards me? The bear understood before I did as her hand caressed the side of my face before turning to face Tor. “Isn’t that how this whole pack-sleuth-ambush thing is supposed to work?”

“She has a point…” Tor wheezed, but I saw the way his eyes rolled back into his head.

“You’re just saying that because Harper is playing with your spines,” I growled.

“I’m saying that because if we’re going to ask Harper to take a leap of faith and let us in.” He pressed a kiss to her shoulder as he stared into her eyes. “Maybe we have to make the jump with her.”

This was the moment when the idea of a sleuth made sense to me. I saw evidence of it every day growing up with my parents, but seeing isn’t the same as experiencing.

“Pretty sure if jumping out of a tree felt like this,” I groaned as I felt her fingers curl around me, “I’d be throwing myself out of every one in my front garden.”

“Eyes on me, pretty boy.”

Harper throwing my words back at me had the desired effect. My eyes snapped open, locking with hers. That smile, the challenge in it, softened the longer we stared, because now was the moment we let it all come to the fore.

I wanted to tell her there was nothing to be scared off. Bears were nothing if not reliable, and soon she’d get sick of me rushing to make her coffee just right, scrubbing her backin the shower. I wanted to tell her that it wasn’t the cum in my balls that I needed, but all the little moments. Sitting together over breakfast, bickering over who was going to do what chores, going out and wandering around the city together on our days off. Connection, over and over, and in a myriad of ways, that’s what I needed more than anything.

So I did.

Each hoarsely articulated word had her smile faltering, replaced by something naked, real. She couldn’t add in her own parts yet, I could see that, but for the first time I felt like she wanted to. Not to be outdone, Tor gasped out his own declarations.

“Listening to your little snores at night.”

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