Free Chasing Tara (Bryant Station Curves) by Rayne Rachels

there was nothing anyone could have done to prevent it. I’m thankful Ben wasn’t in the car with me. He has so much to do—so much to live for.
    How can I let go of you?
    You’re not letting go of me. You have found your true mate, and you must protect her, her cub and the cub she carries. You need to mark her so others will see she is your mate.
    Tara’s pregnant?
    Your family will grow, if you pull your head out of your ass. I believe Tara called you a Neanderthal. Allison grinned. I like her. She’s tough because she had to be, but she’s not stupid. She knows the significance of your mark and that you didn’t mark her when you should have.
    I couldn’t do it. I wanted to mark her, but I couldn’t do it.
    You’re not betraying me. You’re betraying Tara. You have to protect her. The evil following her will destroy her in more ways than one. Tara will not ask you for help. She will do what she thinks is necessary to protect her cubs.
    She doesn’t know about the one growing inside her.
    Did you? Allison raised an eyebrow . Take care of Tara. You are not betraying me, or what we had together. Protect Tara and love her. She is your true mate. The light around Allison grew dim.
    Please don’t go. Jason held out his hand to Allison.
    I love you and I cherish the time we had and the child we created, but my time is over. You have to live. You must be strong. Protect Tara. Protect our family. The light faded.
    Jason looked around the darkened room. He took a deep breath. Tara’s lemon and honey scent immediately filled him. It called to him. He looked over where Allison had stood. “I will always love you, Allison.”
    He felt something cold touch his lips. And I will always love you, but you must embrace your future and give you heart to Tara. She understands more than you realize.
    The cold was gone, and Jason knew Allison was gone. He stood there for a few minutes, processing what had happened.
    Jason looked at Tara. Her wavy red hair fanned out over the pillows. The bruises on her cheek were visible even in the dark. Someone dared to hurt his mate.
    His mate.
    As much as he loved Allison, she was right. Tara was his true mate.
    Tara sighed and rolled over. The blanket slipped down revealing her huge round breasts.
    Jason’s cock stood up.
    Want my mate, growled his bear.
    I want her too. Jason slid back into bed next to Tara. He stared at her for a minute. “You are mine.”
    He pulled Tara closer to him. His heart tightened when she snuggled up against him. She was his. Even she knew it. Jason’s hand trailed down her body until it reached the lips of her pussy. He slipped his fingers between her folds. Finding her clit, he rubbed it. Tara’s moans spurred him on. He pushed a thick finger into her wet depths.
    “Take me now.”
    “I don’t want to hurt you.”
    Tara caressed his cheek. “You won’t, but if you don’t take me now, I might hurt you.” She kissed his lips.
    Jason flipped her over and pulled her up onto her hands and knees.  He paused. His cock teased the lips of her pussy, causing Tara to groan.
    “Take me.” Her voice was filled with the same lust and desire he felt.
    “Mine,” growled Jason as he entered her.
    Tara thrust back as soon as he entered her, pushing deep into her depths. “Yes!”
    Jason pounded into her. This was not slow lovemaking. This was hard and fast. This was a bear shifter claiming his mate.
    Harder and harder, he pounded into her sweet pussy. “Come for me,” he demanded.
    Tara’s womb clenched sending spasms through her as the hardest orgasm she had ever had claimed her.
    Jason felt his own release nearing. He pulled Tara to him. He felt her trembles. “That’s it. Come for me, baby. Come for me.” He licked the soft spot where her neck and shoulder met.
    Tara tilted her head, giving him full access to the neck.
    “Mine.” Jason bit into the soft skin he had just licked.
    Tara screamed out his name and bucked against him as another orgasm crashed