Irish Bear's Bride (Boston Bear Brothers 3)

“That was unbelievable,” Niall panted, lying beside her in the dark.

“An understatement,” she sighed.

“Thanks for giving that to me. I wish things could be different, that we had more time.”

“Me too,” she said wistfully.

They made use of what time they did have, spending the rest of the night like two newlyweds on a honeymoon. By the time dawn began to cast light through the cracks of the curtains, it had become clear that he’d imprinted on her. She could think of nothing but being near him, having him inside her. She belonged to him.

That was something she’d not anticipated and certainly not something she’d wanted, but now that it had happened, she couldn’t say it was as bad to be connected in such a way to him as she’d thought it would be. She rolled over and climbed on top of him, taking full advantage of the sizeable morning wood he sported even in his sleep.

“Mmm, now that’s an enjoyable way to wake up,” he mumbled as she straddled him and slipped down onto his heavy cock.

He opened his eyes, watching her as she rode him in slow, rhythmic thrusts until she couldn’t hold back anymore and exploded against his cock, grinding her soaked pussy onto his staff as her body quaked with release.

“Don’t stop,” he commanded, not taking her eyes off of her as she began riding him once more, alternating her speed as she used him to get off several more times.

She was still quivering with a massive orgasm when he suddenly reached for her and pulled her upward, flipping her around and putting her on her knees to finish her off. His powerful hips drove into her hard and fast until her body was weak from climax after climax.

One last thrust and the room was filled with a low growl as he spilled his load into her, leaving his warm, sticky delivery deep inside her and lingering there for a moment before turning her back around to kiss her deeply.

“I guess this is it then. I’ll go get dressed,” she said, crawling out of bed and walking toward the door that went to her room.

She didn’t wait for him to answer and didn’t turn around, hurrying into the next room before he could see the tears in her eyes. It was impossible to feel this way about someone after one night in their arms...or was it? She’d heard about imprinting and knew that neither of them had any control over it, but if she’d known it was going to happen, perhaps she would have resisted her urges.

Now, they were doomed to be a part of one another, even though they would be miles apart. She would disappear into the masses on the mainland and he would likely return to America, or he might never leave the island if he continued on his current mission of trying to take down Trill’s clan. It was a doomed connection from the start.

Less than an hour later, they were on the Metro bus, sitting silently beside one another, lost in their own thoughts. Even now, after a full night of exploring one another, she could feel the desire for him creeping into her veins. Being away from him would be torture, and it might never end if she didn’t find her way back to him somehow.

“All right, here we go,” he said, standing to retrieve their bags from the luggage rack at the front of the bus and rolling them off the bus while she followed. They walked down the sidewalk and around the corner toward a side street, knocking on the door of what looked to be a closed shop.

“Yes?” a young woman with strawberry blonde hair and a nose ring asked, poking her head out.

“Sarah. We spoke on the phone. Niall McNally, and this is the woman I spoke to you about,” he told her.

“Ah, yes. Come in. We’ll get cracking,” she told them.

Niall walked away to make phone calls while Sarah began working on her. Deidre was confused by what she was doing. She had applied several things to her face and worked on her hair. It took nearly two hours for her to finish, but she finally turned Deidre around to look in the mirror.

Deidre gasped at her reflection.

CHAPTER NINE

Niall

“That’ll do it. They certainly won’t know it’s you.”

“No one in their right mind would look at me more than once,” Deidre said, standing and walking toward the mirror to get a better look at her now scarred face and shaggy red wig. It all looked so natural. It was fascinating.

“There’s a padded dress hanging up in the bathroom. It buttons up the front, so you won’t have to worry about dislodging anything pulling it over your head. Those are film-quality special effects, so they’re pretty secure, but not completely indestructible.”