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  Brand let the monster, which was always near the surface, bleed into his eyes when the man finally looked up at him. He smiled slowly when the man backed up and noticeably swallowed.

  The leader said, after finding his voice, “The girl is under my protection ever since her father was killed in a wagon accident. I have made it so she has a protector.”

  Brand looked at each man and finally settled his heavy gaze again on the man in front of him. “I will make myself very clear. The girl is now under my protection. If any man wants to object, they can, of course, do so, but I would highly recommend against it.”

  “Alice,” someone said in a small voice from between the wagons. The voice belonged to an old woman who had gone unnoticed in the tension-filled atmosphere. She made her way over to the horse, totally ignoring the towering giant in front of her.

  “Is this what you want, Alice?” she asked.

  “Yes, Mrs. Willis, this is totally my decision, and thank-you again for all your kindness when my father died. I don’t know what I would have done without you.

  “I need my bag, Mr. Taylor,” Alice said to the leader.

  He huffed off to retrieve it and all but threw the bag at Brand. Brand caught it without flinching and secured it to the packhorse.

  Mrs. Willis grabbed his arm and halted his remounting. He looked down into brown eyes filled with determination. “Take care of the girl, sir, or you will be sorry.”

  That this came from a woman barely reaching his belt would have been hilarious if not for the tingle that traveled from her hands to his arm. He saw her eyes widen when his beast answered back in a surge of power. She smiled up at him and squeezed his arm.

  “You and your brothers will be wonderful mates to my girl,” she whispered, to his astonishment.

  Chapter 3

  He quickly mounted and headed out of town as rapidly as he could. He was spooked by the old woman but understood that there were certain powers out there that sometimes mystified even him. He felt Alice rest her head against his back in exhaustion. He smiled in relief as the town fell farther behind him. He could taste her scent on his tongue.

  He needed to get to the homestead as soon as possible. The longer they were together, the faster the mating heat would come upon her. The trigger was ingrained so when a male found his mate, she would be unable to resist the mounting. Alice being human didn’t change that. When he and his brothers bit her in the heat cycle, she would change. A she-bear’s viciousness wasn’t just in the protection of her cubs but also to protect herself against unmated males. When true mates came together, the heat enabled the chosen males to safely bind her to them. He estimated he had about twelve hours before the thrall would start. With the extra load and his passenger, that was going to cut it close.

  He put his horse into a trot to quicken the journey. He reached behind him to secure her hands around his waist as she mumbled. He felt her hardened nipples dig into his back. He softly placed his hand on the naked part of her leg that was exposed when her skirt rose when she straddled the horse. He stroked her in wonder. He moved his hand away from temptation, not wanting to wake her up.

  Whenever he felt the horse begin to tire, he stopped and made Alice walk around to get the kinks out of her legs. She asked questions about his home, which he answered as he watched her.

  “The ranch is about a thousand acres of prime grazing land. We breed cattle and horses. I have four other brothers who share the responsibilities. The oldest is Seth. Then there is me, followed by the twins, Jean-Paul and Jason. Then the baby is Francis. We have a sister, Beth, who moved north with her new family,” he rattled on at one stop to distract her. He fed her and, when she was done, helped her clean the plates.

  He watched her busy herself at his horse, trying to hide the clutching of her stomach. He could see the little convulsions her body unintentionally produced. His beast almost showed himself when her hips started undulating softly. He turned away and clamped down on his rising arousal with rigid determination. He knew what was happening to her and tried to keep his excitement down. He pretended to ignore her when she looked his way. Only when she seemed calmer did he approach her to restart the journey.

  The trees became steadily denser as they climbed deeper into the mountains. He tried to concentrate on his surroundings, vigilant for any danger. His mate made it difficult with her every movement.

  He finally had to stop the horse due to her continuous shivering. He lifted her down and rubbed her calves and thighs as she protested. She moaned softly as he dug into her soft thighs, kneading the muscles to lessen the ache. He kept at it even when she tried to push his hands away. Her cheeks blossomed with color in obvious embarrassment. He used his thumbs to dig into her muscles, working the digit back and forth to loosen the tension. Only when she started to relax did he stop molding the muscles. He helped her stand and guided her over to the trees.

  “You’re not used to riding, and it can be painful to walk around after dismounting. I want you to anyway because it will loosen your legs up. We are almost there, about another two to three hours.” He continued speaking as she walked around in a circle, clutching her stomach and shaking out her legs as he demanded her to do.

  Before mounting again, he took the package from his pocket, opened it, and handed her a honey drop. She gave a happy cry as she popped the morsel into her mouth and moaned. The sound caused his erection to intensify as he watched her eyes close and her mouth suck the sweet. He tortured himself as he handed her another just to watch her reaction. She licked her lips, catching the little bits he could see glistening there. He couldn’t wait to taste her.

  She thanked him, hugging his arm to her chest. She turned with haste to busy herself in the preparation of mounting the horse.

  He closed his eyes as the scent of her arousal perfumed the air. She probably didn’t realize that she moved her hips slowly again. The mating heat was starting. He picked her up and placed her on the horse, making her gasp. He knew the friction of the saddle was causing her discomfort. She plucked at her skirt and glanced at him through her lashes. He tightened the straps and went to check the pack before coming over to mount.

  “What is the horse’s name?” she asked as she unconsciously rubbed her breasts with her arm.

  “Buck,” he answered and smiled as she gave a trilling laugh that traveled right to his cock. He quickly mounted to hide his erection.

  “Hold on tight. I’m going to run him for a while,” was all the warning he gave her before he touched his heels to the withers. He started in a controlled gallop that the packhorse could keep. He felt her grab on tightly. He heard her moan and sob as she ground herself against the horse’s rump.

  The familiar terrain flashed by as he tried to control his urges. The smell was overpowering. His cock stood straight up and throbbed. She rubbed her breasts against his back, causing him to groan.

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  When the horse stepped sideways, she clutched his back tighter. She couldn’t believe the position she was in at this moment. The man had been nothing but kind to her. She almost sobbed at the sudden clenching that happened between her thighs. Every time she touched and smelled Brand, her nipples hardened and the place between her legs pulsed and clenched. The horse sidestepped again, and without thought, she pressed closer to his back.

  A sudden curse filled the air, and Brand abruptly turned in the saddle, grasped her, and pulled her to sit sideways on his lap. She gasped and cried out as she suddenly found herself flattened against his front. He grabbed a handful of her hair and captured her cries in his mouth as he consumed her lips. She fought to get closer as sensations never before felt coursed throughout her body. He ignored her struggles as he maneuvered her to straddle his front. He lifted her skirt and swiftly ripped her undergarments out of the way. She squirmed and held him as she felt him between her legs. Her wet center soaked his fingers as he manipulated her little bud in a fast, furious rhythm. She moaned loudly as she felt him insert a finger deep
into her body. He kissed her deeply, pulling in her tongue to suck and bite it. She lifted her arm to hold his head as she rode his fingers. From deep in her chest, she felt herself growl. Biting at his lips, she demanded he go faster with frantic movement of her hips. She shattered all of a sudden from an intense shower of sensations coursing through her body that left her suddenly limp.

  He used her docility to dismount with her in his arms. He quickly laid her down and lifted her skirt. Before she could sit up, he had his mouth at the junction of her thighs and began to devour her. She opened her eyes wide and cried out as his lips and tongue plundered her depths. His head buried under her skirts, so she couldn’t see him, but, oh, could she feel him. He held her bottom cheeks in his huge palms as his shoulders held her legs open and wide for him. She screamed and fell back on the ground as another wave crashed over her. She lifted her hips into his ravishing mouth, trying to get closer. He was relentless as he sucked all the cream her body produced.

  She lay there, with liquid for muscles, when he came out from the depth of her skirt. She didn’t try to stop him when, piece by piece, her clothes came off her body. He undid her braid and pulled all the pins out, combing his fingers through the tresses.

  Her entire body felt like at any moment it was going to splinter into a thousand pieces. Her mind was chaotic, flashing from one thought to the next.

  She could only look on as he then took his clothes off. Oh god, he was huge everywhere, causing a sudden gush of wetness to rush out of her pussy. His thick bronzed shoulders and wide, hairy chest slowly tapered down to muscular hips and tree-trunk legs. She started to pant a little as she beheld his cock, seeing that it stood straight up to his stomach. It was so large and thick. Her internal muscles somehow recognized it as a friendly weapon when they clenched and rippled in ecstasy. She should have been frightened but could only wait in anticipation for his next touch. He didn’t keep her waiting as he placed himself between her splayed thighs and rested his cock at the junction of her legs. His swollen cock, which she could feel against her sensitive folds, pulsed between her legs. He leveled himself up onto his arms and stared down into her slumberous eyes. Her breasts, flush against his hairy chest, tingled and sent little shockwaves deep inside her.

  He leaned down and slowly captured her lips and used his tongue to caress hers. She gently began to suckle his tongue, tasting her essence. He deepened the kiss and became aggressive at her surrender. He molded her plush breast in his hand and took the nipple between his fingers to twist and pull it. She lifted her whole body at each sensation. He broke away from the kiss to take the morsel into his mouth to nibble and suck on. She grasped his hair and pulled him closer as she ground her mound against his cock.

  His penetration into the virgin territory unleashed her heat.

  She became a wild thing, screaming and bucking as she shattered repeatedly. She raked nails down his chest and back as she fucked him. He cursed, pulled out, and flipped her to come at her from behind. Her hair flared around her body, creating a temporary hidden shelter. He grabbed a handful as he pounded into her unrestrained. She encouraged him in a raging voice as she pushed her backside against him. He continued to pound into her as her internal muscles milked his cock. She tried to get at him with her nails. He quickly secured her hands behind her back. He reached under her to manipulate her bud in a hard caress that sent her spiraling out of control. She bucked and screamed as the orgasm broke over her continually. This time she fainted.

  * * * *

  He groaned and pulled his still hard cock out, shaking from the pressure. He wanted her insensible until he reached home.

  He had to hold out as long as possible.

  He adjusted himself and tied up his dangerous mate. He placed her, stomach down, in front of him and picked up the pace to get home.

  Chapter 4

  Seth sat with his chair tilted and his legs propped up on the table. He looked at the three queens in his hands and reached over to raise the pot when he caught a faint whiff of something delicate. His legs dropped down and the momentum of the chair brought him to his feet. His brothers looked up from their own cards in question.

  “Do you smell that?” Seth clipped out.

  The others took a moment to sniff the air, coming to their feet as the elusive smell reached them.

  Mate.

  That was the smell. They looked at each other as they, as one, rushed to the door. They stumbled onto the porch, taking in the sight of their brother riding fast toward them. The naked woman in his arms was tied, squirming and moaning, as tremors raked her body.

  Seth filled his nostrils with the heady scent of his mate’s arousal. His cock lengthened and hardened as he took in her struggling form. She was out of control as she tried to grind her body into the man holding her.

  “Shit, how long has she been in heat!” demanded Seth to Brand.

  “About three hours now,” came the strained reply as he handed down his moaning captive. “I couldn’t control my reaction to her when her heat came on to her on the back of my horse. I released into her about an hour ago when she wouldn’t stop screaming. Since then she has been frantic.”

  Seth grabbed the woman and carried her into the interior of the cabin. Her lush beauty was a sight to behold. The blonde hair flowed down her back and clung to her legs. Her teeth, grabbing her lips, bruised her moist mouth. She undulated her hips, trying to get relief.

  There was only one relief and that was a cock, or in this case, several cocks. This was their mate, the one they had been waiting for all their lives. The searching was over, and she was within their grasp. She would complete them. The agony of being unfulfilled fell away, and relief and lust were paramount.

  Seth wasted no time in divesting his clothes as he watched her writhe on the bed. He joined her, turned her to her knees, and undid her binds. He covered her body with his and buried his cock deep inside. She screamed as her orgasms repeatedly clutched his cock, making his balls tighten. He thrust in and out as his brothers watched, waiting their turn. He held her hips as he pumped his cock deep into her pulsating core. He stroked her buttocks and reached under her to fondle one of her hanging breasts.

  Her reaction was instantaneous as she reared up in his arms, screaming another release. She aggressively pushed back on to his cock, demanding him to pound harder. He obliged her want with a savage snarl, grasping her hair and pulling her up to kneel before him, giving him a better angle to fuck her. She answered his snarl with one of her own as she raked her fingernails down his arm, leaving a bloody trail. She became a wild thing in his arms as she tried to find release.

  He knew that kind of release wouldn’t come until she was bitten, and they couldn’t bite her until they all mated with her, sealing her fate to them by giving her all their essences.

  His release triggered another orgasm for her. She collapsed onto the bed still moaning and gasping. She pulled the covers to her and gathered them, placed them between her legs, and rode them. The sight was breathtaking.

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  Jean-Paul took advantage of the other brothers’ momentary distraction to join their woman on the bed. He heard them curse as he chuckled and maneuvered her back to her knees. His hands stroked along her smooth porcelain-white skin, tracing the crevasse of her beautiful ass. His finger lightly brushed over the little rosette before following the direct line to her weeping center. He placed his hand on the back of her neck, forcing her down to rest her head on the bed. He moved between her legs, pushing them farther apart. His free hand grasped his straining cock and aligned it with heaven. He plunged his cock into her grasping pussy with a bellow. He thrust into her, and the sounds of slapping flesh filled the cabin. He growled low in his throat as he felt the familiar tingle at the base of his spine making him ram into her harder, which she appreciated by her screams of rapture. His ejaculation caused her to writhe frantically as he coated her interior. Then an abundant amount of fluid gushed out of her center. She rolled over when he released h
er. She pumped her hips up and down as the fluid gushed. Her heat was in full force. She flung her hands up and grasped the bed railing as she flexed her hips up and down.

  Jason moved up onto the bed, crawling between her legs and angled his cock to plunge down. To take her from the front took a lot of guts, Jean-Paul thought. When in heat, a she-bear was dangerous and unpredictable. She could become savage in her mating.

  She cried out as Jason plunged into her depths, locking his arms around her and forcing her body to plaster itself to him. He lifted her legs and held them bent high, locking her in place. He grasped her wrists in one hand as his other hand held her hair in his fist to protect himself from her mouth. She fought with all her might, but was unable to dislodge him as he fucked her aggressively. He plundered her as she struggled. They both shouted at the same time.

  He quickly rolled away as she came to her knees to snarl at them all. They surrounded her as she panted and moaned. Francis was the last brother who had to mate with her, but every time he came close, she would swipe at him with her nails, snarling.

  “We are going to have to help him out,” Jean-Paul said. Jean-Paul, with Jason’s help, tackled their mate. Her hands were tied to the headboard, her feet splayed and secured to the bottom of the bed with the discarded shirts.

  Jean-Paul placed several pillows under her stomach to raise her up. He got off the bed but not before he smacked their mate’s delectable ass, causing her to scream in rage. He soothed it softly with a firm caress to let her know she could rage all she wanted.

  When he got off the bed, he hit Francis on the head and told him to get to it. He could see the boy was nervous, this being his first time. In a way he was luckiest of them all, having never experienced the unfulfilled relief of casual sex. Only the sex with one’s true mate would ever relieve the ache.