Who smelled so good. He leaned forward, focusing on her lips, wondering if she would taste as good as she smelled. Berries. And cream. Cream from her pussy—
“No.” She shook her head answering the question he’d almost forgotten he’d asked. She pushed a strand of her long, brown hair behind her small ear. The perfectly formed shell and plump lobe were just right for nibbling.
“I haven’t had many boyfriends.”
She said it without censure or bitterness. She simply stated a fact.
The waiter came with the drinks they had left at the bar, ready to take their dinner order.
Quinn nodded for her to go first, frowning when she asked for the smallest steak they had and a house salad for the side. He knew she was hungry, he’d heard her stomach growl, not once, but twice, since they’d been seated. He started to open his mouth, demanding she order something else. He closed it quickly. He had to remember she was human, not a bear sow like his mother and sisters who knew they needed to eat to keep up their strength. Instead, he placed his own order of two medium rare steaks, two baked potatoes, and a double order of green beans. He also ordered two appetizers and demanded hot, fresh-out-of-the-oven yeast rolls be delivered immediately. If she wouldn’t order what she needed, he most certainly would. It was his job to provide for her.
“I, um, guess you’re hungry.”
“I suppose I am.” The look in his eyes left her in no doubt exactly what he hungered for.
Her.
He felt his bear trying to override the man. He knew this struggle wouldn’t be over until she was claimed. She is ours his bear reminded him with a not so gentle swipe of a heavy paw across his insides. Ours. Quinn rubbed his chest as if the bear had caused him physical pain. Every minute he was aware of his animal, the second presence in his soul. The bear usually made very few demands. If he didn’t find time to shift and spend some time in the woods, the animal let him know and he became a bear to live with according to his family. Other than that, the bear was content.
Unless Quinn went too long between women. Quinn had left his parents’ den as soon as he’d turned eighteen. His mother had protested, but his father had convinced her it was for the best. He knew a young, male bear needed to fuck as much as he needed to shift.
He had noticed an increasing restlessness in his animal over the last several years as his sisters had found their mates and started their own household. Tonight the bear was alert and active, fiercely seeking to communicate with the man. To convey the animal’s needs. Which happened to mirror the man’s needs. A need for Paige.
The bread came and he didn’t give her a chance to protest that she wasn’t hungry. He tore open a roll, lathered it with butter, and thrust it toward her. “Eat.”
To his surprise, her hand wrapped around his wrist as she bent to take a bite.
She moaned at the taste.
And he silently groaned. Would she moan so deep and low when he stuffed her mouth with his cock? Before he could give in to the impossible urge to snatch the bread from her mouth and replace it with his throbbing member, his cell phone rang.
She took the rest of the bread and he retrieved the phone from his front pocket, the fabric tighter than normal thanks to the massive boner he was sporting. He looked at the screen. He wouldn’t have bothered except he’d halfway been expecting a call from one of his twin brothers, Ryland or Ryker. Blackwood Brothers Construction had been experiencing trouble with their latest project. Several break-ins had resulted in sabotage. Equipment had been tampered with and supplies stolen. Tonight his brothers were helping the night watchmen patrol the area. It wasn’t either of his brothers, however; it was his sister.
He heard Deb’s voice as soon as he connected the call.
“How’s it going brother-mine?” As he'd predicted, smugness coated her voice.
He decided to torture her as long as he could. “The restaurant is great, Sis.”
Paige stilled at his greeting to his sister. Needing to reassure her he was quite happy with how the date was going, he winked. His attention easily caught and held by her heart-shaped face and the rich, brown tumble of curls streaked with gold that framed her face. His cock, having deflated somewhat, popped right back up as she nibbled at her lips. He’d already noticed she did that when she was nervous. He hated that she was nervous.
He thought of several ways he could make her feel better, all of which included his cock and her pussy and various combinations thereof.
“Yes, I arrived on time, Deb.” He rolled his eyes, making Paige laugh as she spread butter on another roll. His attention was torn between listening to his sister and watching Paige eat. Was there anything more sensuous than watching a woman enjoy her food?