Two Bears are Better Than One (Alpha Werebear Romance) (Broken Pine Bears Book 1) by Lynn Red Page A

tongue replaced King’s, slowly circling and coaxing out the very last of her climax. King’s didn’t take long to follow. His heat on her cheek, dripping down her neck, filled Jill with a sense of security, and a sense that everything was... right.
    They lay still, breathing each other in.
    Jill smelled their sex on the air, the sweat of her two mates, the musk of their bodies, and the lingering hints of earth and leather on Rogue’s skin. King propped himself against the wall, with his legs splayed out on either side of her. She curled up between them, stroking the soft hairs lining his muscled thighs, just breathing it all in.
    Her entire body tingled, but not just from physical pleasure. “Something changed,” she said as Rogue returned. She hadn’t even noticed he’d gone until he returned to the side of the bed, a hot towel in his hand, that he stroked against her legs, and then between them. “I feel different. Not good or bad, just... different.”
    King curled her hair around his finger, pulling a curl tight and then letting it spring back as the other alpha slid the warmth of the towel up Jill’s belly, cleaning off sweat, sex, and cooling her skin.
    She let out a soft purr, and then smiled. Her hair fell around her nose, and rather than displace herself enough to move it, she just let it stay there, tickling her nose, until she sneezed. The two bears stared at her for a second, and then both cracked laughs.
    “What?” she said, curling up between the two of them, and then stretching one of her long legs out and looping it around Rogue, who finally sat down when he was satisfied at having cleaned the sticky sweetness from his mate’s perfect skin.
    Rogue shrugged, and King gave him a short glance. “You’re very tall,” he said, in his plain-spoken way.
    Jill wiggled her eyebrows. “You just now noticed? That’s usually the second thing anyone says to me, right after talking about how intimidating I am.”
    “Why would you intimidate someone?” Rogue asked. “Unless the intimidated person was a werewolf, and you had a gun trained at his head.”
    Jill expected to feel emotion overwhelm her after he said that, but instead, she felt purpose. She felt hard and cold, but at the same time, she felt like she was... home?
    King shifted his weight and lifted her head from his lap. “I must go,” he announced in that stilted, lovable way he had of speaking. “There are things at home that need attention. The cubs are restless; the youths are trying to range too far, I... I’m afraid with the lupines rampaging, and the helicopters,” he shut his mouth quickly enough to be audible. Then, he shook his head.
    “Helicopters? What are you talking about?” Jill asked. “How the hell can something have gone this crazy this fast?”
    Rogue cracked a smile at that. “You mean you’ve completely adjusted to reality with a war between werebears and werewolves, but now helicopters are what make a situation crazy?” The dimple in his cheek and the little glimmer of his blue eye in the lamplight made Jill a little crazy. For a split second, all she could think is how badly she needed him again – needed both of her alphas again – but then she shook her head.
    “No,” she laughed softly. “No, helicopters aren’t weird. Are you sure it wasn’t the one that flew me in? My next food delivery isn’t for a few days, now that I think about it, but—”
    “No,” King said, his voice flat. “It isn’t. It’s one we’ve known for a long time. One that’s haunted my people for years. One that,” he fell off, not able to finish. “I have to go. I have to make sure the cubs are safe.”
    Before anyone could say anything more, King was out the door – completely naked of course – and vanished into the night.
    “That was, uh, abrupt,” Jill said, trying to hide her sudden attack of nerves. It probably didn’t do much good, and Rogue almost certainly wasn’t falling for it, but he played along.