Irish Bear's Bride (Boston Bear Brothers 3)

Somewhere down deep, in a place he was trying to keep buried, he knew he hoped to end this thing and find her again. He knew that he could never make contact if he didn’t take care of the threat that still presented itself, and it made him even more determined to put an end to Trill’s reign of terror. It was right for him, for her, and for everyone the Maguire clan had ever destroyed.

Ronan’s voice faded away into background noise, the equivalent of snow on a telly with lost signal. A warmth flooded over him as his mind’s eye saw her standing naked before him, asking him to take her for his own.

He let his mind wander, enjoying the memory of how her body had looked, perfect and smooth. Her alabaster skin beckoning for him. He’d wanted to do so much more to her. He would have had she been anyone else. His urges pulled him toward her, his animal instincts taking over. He wanted to bend her over a table and fuck her until she couldn’t walk straight, but she’d been so innocent, so vulnerable, and she’d been willing to let him take her virginity. She’d preferred to give it to him rather than a man who’d only ever be unkind.

The thought of Trill ever touching her set him on fire. It fueled what was to come today. She wasn’t the reason he was planning to take Trill out. That was something that must be done for the safety of his family and those who it would benefit in Ireland. The fact that if he was allowed to live, if he somehow got the upper hand, he might find Deidre and do her harm wasn’t an option Niall could afford to give him.

He drifted off into sleep, her image still in his mind as he imagined what it might be like to find his way to her again. She’d been so open to him. Her body laying wanton and bared to him as he’d taken her. It was beautiful, and he’d felt the connection to her immediately. At first, he’d not recognized it for what it was. It had never happened to him before. Some called it imprinting, some called it the rut. It was different for everyone and didn’t happen at all for some.

But he’d known from the moment they connected that she was meant for him, and not just for this one night, but much more than that, and he’d wanted it as much as she did. He’d wanted to stay with her, no matter what it meant for him. The problem was that it wasn’t just about him. He had to get her away from this place so that he could do what must be done in order for her to be able to return if she chose to do so. If she did, he could only hope she didn’t fight what nature deemed fit for the two of them.

His mind drifted deeper into sleep, finding her there once more, waiting for him. He was watching her from a spot on the grass, enjoying the way she moved, the way the sun brought out the sparkle in her eyes. She was seductive, beautiful as she walked toward him, a flower in her hand. She climbed down beside him, laying on her back and opening her legs to him.

He peeled her clothes away, taking his time with her, kissing every inch of her skin as she moaned beneath him, that low vibration of sound that sounded like a sweet melody to him beckoning him in like a lighthouse in a storm. He slipped her panties free, tossing them aside as he lapped at her center, tasting the sweetest nectar known to any man.

Pulling away, he rolled to one side, bringing her with him until she was on top of him. His powerful hands picking her up by the waist and sitting her on his cock, not entering her, but letting it throb against his pants until he could barely stand the constriction of the cloth and urged her to release him.

He watched as she raised her body, using her hands to unzip his fly and push his pants open. He raised his hips to allow her to push them downward, taking his boxers shorts with them. His erection sprang free, ready for her—aching for her. She lowered herself onto him, taking her time to inch him in slowly.

He groaned as he filled her with his girth, her perfect pussy wrapping around him like a fitted sleeve designed especially for him. His hands found their way up to her breasts, kneading them as she rode his cock in long, fluid strokes. She was so eager, and he loved watching her satisfy her needs using his cock to get off. It was perhaps the most beautiful thing about her, the need she showed for him.