Page 21 of Polar Destiny
Finn sets me down on the bed and this time I can't suppress a yawn. "Let's get you out of those clothes so you can sleep," he whispers softly and nudges me to lift my arms. Too tired to even notice what he's doing, he pulls my jumper off me, and then the t-shirt I'm wearing underneath until I'm wearing only my bra. He sucks in a breath when he sees me like that. "You're beautiful. Can I... no, you're Torben's." He sighs and Bonnie and Clyde nudge me into action when they see hisdisappointment.
"I'm nobody's," I say quietly, not quite sure how I find the courage to do so. "Torben doesn't own me, and I make my own decisions." I cup his cheek - again, why am I suddenly so confident?! - and pull him closer until I can feel his breath on my skin. I wait for a moment to see if he protests, but when he doesn't, I press my lips to his, gently kissing him. It takes him only a second to respond, but then he's fully there, moving his soft lips against mine, nudging me to open my mouth while pulling me closer at the same time. His hands are warm on my bare skin, exploring my back, playing with the catch of my bra. His tongue meets mine and he playfully pushes against me. His chest presses against my boobs and I moan when I feel my erect nipples against the thin fabric of the bra. I want him to take it off now, immediately. It's in the way between me and mybear.
I reluctantly end the kiss, but breathing seems rather important in that moment. I sigh in contentment as Finn uses the short break to finally unclasp my bra. He slides it down, leaving it dangling just below my breasts as he takes in the view. I know they're quite a goodsize.
He hesitantly touches my right nipple with his index finger, as if he's afraid he's doing the wrong thing. On the contrary, my little bear. Please, do continue. When I moan at this touch, he smiles and cups my breast,and-
Someone clears his throat behind Finn and I shriek, covering my chest with myhands.
"I see you're stopping Isla from getting some sleep" Torben chuckles and steps into view. He doesn't seem annoyed at that at all, in fact, he's greedily staring at my naked body. Well, half-naked. Unfortunately, I'm still clothed from the waist down. He comes closer until he's standing next to Finn who's looking slightly embarrassed. "Are you having fun withoutme?"
"Finn was helping me get ready for bed," I say innocently, pointing at my clothes lying on thefloor.
"I'm sure he was." There's a predatory glint in Torben's eyes that makes me shiver inexcitement.
Then my body betrays me and I yawn. Torben's smiledisappears.
"It's time to sleep, Isla," he says in his alpha voice that doesn't allow any talking back. Although I'd probably protest if he wasn't right. I'm having trouble keeping my eyes open and sleep is beginning to tighten its grip onme.
Torben holds up a long black nightie. "Arnold gave me that. He didn't say who it belonged to but it's clearly made for a woman. Better put that on before you have two bears onyou."
I blush and take the garment, marvelling at its silky feel. I don't think I've ever worn something so soft. Of course, my uncle gave me good quality clothes, I was part of his reputation, after all. But usually they were woollen or old, nothing as beautiful asthis.
Ignoring Finn's disappointed look, I slip into the nightgown and take off my trousers. Trust me, I'm just as disappointed that we didn't get any further than that kiss. He's a good kisser. Less demanding than Torben but no less intense. Oh my, now I'm comparing kisses. I'm such aslut.
But strangely enough, I don't feel guilty. Torben doesn't strike me as a boyfriend type. Protective, possessive, yes, but not... exclusive, if that makes sense? I should really do some research about bear relationships, in the hope that what's true for the animals will also apply to my bearshifters.
I curl up on the bed and smile as the guys each put a blanket on top ofme.
"We'll join you soon," Torben whispers and I'm about to tell him that I'll keep him to that promise, but I fall asleep before I get thechance.
Seven
Iexpectedthere to be at least one bear in my bed when I woke up. Instead, the mattress on the floor empty; I'm alone in the guest room. I yawn and stretch, wondering how long I've slept. I feel more or less awake, so it must have been quite a while. I had a lot of sleep to catch upon.
Reluctantly, I leave the bed, putting on my bra but staying in the silky nightgown. I don't fancy putting on the clothes I've been wearing for days again. And I could really do with a shower - yes, a sniff of my armpits confirms that. Oh well, my growling stomach has priority. Time forfood.
I make my way into the kitchen. Again, it's empty, like all the other rooms I've passed. Where iseveryone?
"Hello?" I call, feeling slightlysilly.
"We're in the living room," Arnold shouts from two doors down the corridor. I find him sitting cross-legged on the floor, staring at a chess board. Bertrand is grinning widely - looks like he just did an especially clever move and is now waiting for his partner to deal withit.
"Do you play chess?" the panda shifter asks me and Ishrug.
"I know how to, but I've not had much chance topractice."
"Once I win this round, we can have a match," he promises and Arnoldgroans.
"Don't play against him, dear. You'll lose. I've been losing against him foryears."
I smile at his dramatic demeanour. "I like achallenge."
"I suppose you do, travelling with four bears," Bertrand chuckles. "How did that comeabout?"
"I'd love to tell you but I'm starving. Do you have any food I could have?" I'm a little embarrassed by how brazen I am, but my hungry brain is a demandingbrain.
Arnold grimaces. "I'd love to get you something but I need to figure out a way to beat Bertie. Darling, would you mind making our guest asandwich?"
