Olcan (Boston Bear Brothers 2)

“Fuck,” Olcan muttered.

“Fuck, indeed,” Fergus teased.CHAPTER SEVENNiamh

“WE NEED TO TALK,” OLCAN said as she opened the door.

“Oh, now we need to talk? You couldn’t wait to get rid of me when I was in your bed.”

“Yeah. I was an ass. I know,” he said, not waiting for an invitation before pushing his way past her to stand in the living room.

Thor raised his head to look at Olcan. He studied him with disinterest for a moment, then turned and left the room. So much for any sort of protective instinct. Niamh looked from him back to Olcan with the same level of disdain.

“That it?” she asked, her eyebrows raised at him.

“I’m not going to apologize. You know what you did to me.”

“Excuse me?” she replied, taking a step back as if he had struck her.

“You made me imprint on you.”

“I what? Are you out of your mind?”

“No. I’m not used to being around your kind, but you knew about it.”

“And you somehow think that I have any control over that?”

Niamh tried to hide her own shock. It hadn’t occurred to her that the reason she couldn’t get him out of his head was that he’d imprinted on her when they were together. It had never happened to her before any more than it had him. She had heard of it, heard other people talk about it, but it never dawned on her that it was causing her to feel the way she did. It had only been once she had left him that she’d realized what had taken place.

Even now, standing beside him, angry at his callous behavior earlier and his lack of an apology now, she still wanted him to bend her over the nearest table and give her every inch of his rock-hard cock again. She suddenly felt flushed with the thought and wondered if she looked as pink as she felt she might be. She tried to shake it off and maintain control.

“You might not have control, but you knew about it, and you took the risk.”

“If you remember, I came to your door to give you a pot of stew as a peace offering for being rude to you. You’re the one who decided you had a different sort of appetite.”

“You should have said no. You should have left.”

“You’re ridiculous. Do you really think I had any more control than you did? It was over before you even touched me. Both of us experienced the same thing, and now, we’re stuck with it. We’re linked, whether we like it or not. You’ll just have to control your urges until I’m done sitting for James and Hannah, and then I’ll be out of your hair.”

“But you won’t, now, will you? You won’t ever be out of my hair or my head. I’ll be stuck with wanting you no matter where you are or who I’m with after you.”

“What do you want from me?” she screeched, her frustration getting the best of her.

She could hardly stand still. Instead, she dug her thumbnail into her palm, trying to center herself. She shifted back and forth from one foot to another, waiting for him to reply. He was silent for a moment, not so much looking at her as he was through her, it seemed.

“Fuck,” he replied finally.

He moved forward and pulled her to him in a heated kiss. It was like pure molten lava running through her veins.

There was no foreplay, no niceties. This time, there was nothing but raw need as he stripped off her clothes and spun her around, using his arm to clear the counter behind her and sending everything on it clattering to the floor.

She heard the sound of his belt unsnapping and his zipper coming down as he pushed her legs apart and slid two fingers inside her already wet center. It was as if she’d gotten wet the moment she saw him. He moved his fingers deftly inside of her, hitting her sweet spot repeatedly as she twitched and moaned wildly at his touch.

Her body defied her, giving in to his manipulations until she was coming not only once, but several times as he finger fucked her into submission. His hands moved upward, his sticky fingers now sinking into her ass cheeks, pulling them apart, opening her up to him.

“Oomph,” she grunted as he entered her, using his grip on her ass to pull her back onto his cock until fully seated.

He pulled back, slipping almost entirely free of her before slamming back into her again. Niamh let out a loud cry—part pleasure, part pain. It was delicious. She felt like she was finally experiencing what other women must enjoy as a part of becoming a whole being. She pushed back against him, loving the feel and power of his body entering hers as they became one entity, a sexual storm that wouldn’t be held back.