Alpha Bear by Bianca D'Arc

closer. Was he
going to…?
    Oh, yeah.
    John’s lips touched hers, and all coherent
thought fled, replaced by pure feeling.
    He kissed like a dream. Like a conquering
hero who knew how to seduce. Like the masterful Alpha he was. And
she was drawn in, the willing partner to his passion.
    Something ignited between them. Her blood
heated instantly, her heart going from zero to sixty in no seconds
flat. It was fast and furious, passionate and powerful. It was
unlike any response she’d had to a man before. John was unique. His
kiss made her want oh-so-much-more.
    His tongue seduced, his taste zinged through
her body like a drug, and she was an instant addict. He moved his
hands over her body, at first just holding her, then growing
bolder, touching her through her clothes.
    When his big hand cupped her breast, she
wanted nothing more than for the layers of fabric separating his
warm palm from her skin to be gone. If she could have twitched her
nose and made her clothes disappear, she would have, but that
wasn’t one of her powers. No, if she wanted skin on skin, they were
going to have to do it the old fashioned way.
    Impatiently, she pushed at his shoulders,
trailing her hands downward to the hem of his stretchy golf shirt.
She liked the way he dressed—clean and simple. And easy to take
off.
    He seemed to get the message and moved back
for the short moment it took to remove his shirt, pulling it up
over his head. The sexy six pack abdominals revealed by his
too-quick striptease made her mouth water. She wanted so badly to
touch.
    When he recaptured her lips with his, she
allowed her hands to roam. He was hard and muscled all over,
inviting her fingers to linger.
    She liked the sexy growl that vibrated
through his chest against her palms. It awoke something within
her—an animal spirit she could trace directly back to that long-ago
bear shifter in her lineage. She didn’t notice it often, but every
once in a while, she felt the presence of it, way down in her
soul.
    Only now, it was much closer. It was as if
being around John had woken the grizzly. It wanted to be near its
own kind. Well, one in particular.
    Her hidden inner bear was riled…in a good
way, and she wanted to hear John growl in that special way again.
More than that, though, she wanted to feel his hands on her
skin.
    Like a mind reader, John finally got around
to pushing the light jacket she’d worn off her shoulders. She let
it slide down her arms and pushed it off her hands to fall behind
her. His fingers toyed with the hem of her T-shirt, and she covered
one of his large hands to urge him onward.
    They broke apart again so he could pull the
shirt up and off her body, leaving her only in her bra. She wanted
that gone too, but he seemed to want to take it slow. He kissed her
again, making her his willing slave. She’d do anything he wanted.
He’d mastered her mouth, and she couldn’t wait to see how the rest
of her body would react to his advances.
    Then he reached around her to unhook the
clasp of her bra. Yes!
    The thin straps were tugged slowly down her
shoulders, and then, the cups were peeled away, one at a time. All
the while, he kept kissing her, learning the shape of her body with
his hands and skilled fingers.
    She loved every minute of it. Every touch.
Every caress.
    And then, John moved away, letting her go.
Urse tried to follow, but he pushed gently against her
shoulder.
    “Your sister is home,” he told her softly.
“She’s coming up the stairs.”
    Now that was a mood killer, right there. Urse
felt like a panicked teenager caught necking at the drive-in. John
seemed to understand. He rose and put his shirt back on, then ran a
quick hand through his hair.
    “I’ll go out and meet her, give her a sitrep
and tell her you’re awake. Five minutes enough?” he asked, already
heading toward the door of her bedroom.
    Thank goodness at least one of them was
thinking. She nodded, already scrambling to find her clothes. Mel
was sharp-eyed, and