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

the core, and then when he pulled back, immediately chased him for another.
    “When I taste her, when I smell her, I can’t explain my emotions,” he said. “All I know is that I haven’t felt this since they were taken.”
    Rogue’s voice had a strange down-turn when he spoke. King cocked an eyebrow, and Jill noticed that even with his skepticism, he hadn’t taken his hand away. “I,” he began, then trailed off.
    “What?” Jill urged him. “If you’re going to barge in here and tell me I shouldn’t exist, you can at least finish a sentence every now and then.”
    King turned to her, confusion on his face. “She certainly reminds me of our last mate,” he said to Rogue.
    “I am right here,” Jill said, pinching him hard enough to get a reaction. “You can use my name instead of talking like I’m livestock.”
    It was King’s turn to smile. “I don’t understand this,” he said, “but you are right. She – Jill,” he said, catching himself. “She makes me feel like I’ve not for a long, long time. But Jill,” he turned to her. “You’re human.”
    Slowly, she nodded. “Yeah,” she said. “I’m glad we’ve established that. And you are a giant magical bear who isn’t supposed to exist.”
    “We do tend to stay to ourselves,” Rogue said. “But I think he’s referring more to the difficulty you’re going to have in delivering our children.”
    He said that with such plainness, with such complete matter-of-factness, that it took a second before Jill actually realized what he’d said. “I met you a week ago and you three minutes ago,” she said, looking at King, “and you’re already talking about babies?”
    “Cubs,” King corrected, helpfully.
    “Right, yeah, cubs. I mean, don’t you think that’s a little forward?”
    Rogue obviously got the joke, but King stood there, shaking his head. “I’m not sure why? We’re fated to be together, why would it be strange for—”
    “Ah,” Rogue patted the other bear on the shoulder. “I think maybe this is one of those times where me being worldlier than you is a very good thing. Brother, I say this as gently as I can, but I think that she might be joking.”
    King furrowed his brow and shook his head.
    How can anyone be this serious without having an embolism?
    “But the joke,” he said. “It wasn’t funny.”
    For a moment, the three of them sat in silence before King broke it with a loud, single laugh that sounded more like a cannon going off. “You see?” he asked. “I pretended like I didn’t understand the joke, and then when I fooled the two of you, I said that I did, but that it wasn’t very funny.”
    Rogue smiled an easy half-grin, and began nodding slowly. “Sure you did, sure,” he said. “I’m sure that’s exactly what happened.”
    The two of them turned their attention back to Jill, who was still in more than a little shock. She let her arm flop limply down.
    “Oops,” she said, as she squeezed where it landed, and realized what she had her hand around. King swelled larger in her palm, his shape apparent through the flimsy fabric covering he wore. “Sorry, I—”
    Rogue silenced her with a kiss that forced her head backward against King’s chest.
    The intensity, the power, with which terror had gripped Jill when the wolf was baring down on her melted away, replaced by a longing, a yearning, that was just as hard to swallow. “I want,” she whispered, then paused to gasp as a hand – she didn’t know whose – massaged between her legs, against the soft denim of her old jeans.
    “What is it?” Rogue whispered as he kissed her neck.
    “What do you want?” King asked, pulsing the fingers she just realized were his against her sex. “Tell me anything at all.”
    Jill felt her mouth fall open again, but this time it was to draw in a hissing breath. “I want... this,” she whispered. “I want you, just like in the dreams.”
    Rogue tilted her head backward with another ravishing kiss, and