Pacific Northwest Werebears - Complete (5 page)

Sitting beside Sophie, Cage was having a quiet discussion with his parents who were sitting on a couch under the window opposite the bed.

“Son, you know she’s going to be fine. This might have just been an accident,” his dad counseled.

“If it was a one-off I’d agree with you dad, but this has been happening more often. It’s one thing for those environmental terrorists to damage our equipment. But when they start hurting people I lov…” he shook his head not finishing that sentence.

“It’s okay son, I know that feeling. You do love her, your biology and the fates have assured that. No use fighting it or trying to understand how it works. The getting to know her part will happen eventually. What you feel now is real and true, but you may want to avoid blurting that out to her just yet. Humans tend to run a little scared when a stranger tells them they are fated mates and they are in love with them,” he said chuckling to himself.

“I want to rip someone’s arms off for hurting her.”

“I get that, but this is all new to her. She feels the pull to you, she doesn’t understand it and it probably terrifies her. Give her some time, be there for her and she won’t be able to fight the pull. Once you two start making babies, her biology will change and you’ll be able to let her know how old you really are. Don’t want her running away when you tell her you’re in your fifties,” his dad laughed quietly.

“I’m a little more worried about telling her I’m a bear, dad,” Cage said looking at him wryly.

“Oh, that’s no problem, dear,” his mom interjected. “You’d be surprised how many women already think their men are animals,” she said tittering.

Cage just shook his head at them both. Already planning cubs for him and he hadn’t even spent more than a few hours with his mate. Most of those she’d been unconscious.

He rubbed his hand across his beard in frustration. He didn’t want to waste time tracking down who had messed with the hydraulic hoses. His brother Conner had texted him that it looked like it had been tampered with.

He understood loving the forest and wanting to protect it. But these eco groups didn’t understand they were managing their forests. They never clear cut whole areas. They picked and chose specific locations, leaving surrounding tree coverage and habitat for the animals. They replanted and maintained their lands and the government lands they worked. He was proud of the work they did.

But now they had hurt someone he cared about. Someone he had been waiting a lifetime for and he was pissed. His bear was none too happy either.

Reaching for Sophie’s hand, he ran his thumb over the back of her soft skin. Not caring his parents were in the room, he leaned down and placed a kiss on the back of her hand. Breathing in her scent while he was there, appeased his bear. The animal didn’t like the antiseptic smell of the hospital, but he rumbled happily when Sophie’s sweet floral scent tinged with honey broke through the artificial soap.

Cage heard another contented sigh from his mother. He smiled a small smile, he was glad his mom was happy. He was over the moon himself. He wanted to pull Sophie into his arms, rub his scent all over her, kiss her, make love to her, and protect her always.

Sitting back in his chair, he let his eyes roam over her. Even beat up and looking miserable, she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. He couldn’t help but imagine her heavy with his cubs, sitting on the front porch of the cabin he’d built near his parents. The family owned two hundred acres of private land that butted up against government land. His brothers and he had all built cabins hoping to find their mates and keep their families close.

Cage never thought this day would come. That he could have a family of his own and a mate to love and protect. Now he just had to convince Sophie that it was okay to trust him with her heart. That he was unsure of how to do. This was new territory for him, he knew he could trust his parent’s advice, but something told him he needed to do this on his own.

Sophie woke up slowly, her head just had a large horse sitting on it now instead of an elephant. She could feel the soreness in the back of her hand where the nurse had come earlier and removed her IV.

Her other hand was being gently rubbed, soothing and soft.

Turning her head and trying not to wince at the movement, she saw a tired looking Cage sitting in the chair he’d been in all night. She’d open her eyes a few times and he’d been in that chair, talking to his parents or just staring at her. She tried to be sneaky about her peeking, but she knew he was aware she was awake. He never called her on it, just kept talking to his parents or would give her a little smile when he saw her eyes.

Whenever he did that it made her heart feel like it was swelling inside her chest. She felt warm and safe just with him looking at her. She couldn’t explain it. He was so handsome, he took her breath away. And his size made her feel petite.

She’d managed a peek at his parents when they were leaving to get coffee once. They were both tall and broad, no wonder Cage and his brothers were so big. It was clearly genetic.

They were a good-looking couple; she had heard them bantering back and forth in whispers one of the times she woke up. They sounded like they were in love. Sophie always envied those couples. Her parents could barely stand each other and made a point to avoid their spouse. Sophie knew she couldn’t live her life that way and stay unaffected. She wanted passion and romance. She loved reading stories of people falling madly in love, running away together, and living happily ever after. It had to happen in real life sometimes she figured. Where else would those writers get the ideas in the first place?

Looking up at Cage she tried to speak, but realized her mouth was dry. She tried to lick her lips, but there was no moisture to do it with. Sensing her need, Cage held a cup with a straw to her lips. “Small sips,” he directed.

Once the liquid had quenched her thirst, Sophie tried again, “You stayed here all night?”

“I told you I wouldn’t leave you. You don’t have any family here I know, so it’s my family’s responsibility to look after you. My mother has already adopted you, just so you know,” he said smiling at her.

“She seems nice, at least from what I heard. My memory seems a bit fuzzy,” she admitted.

“That’s understandable; the doctor said you had a pretty hard knock to your head. No lasting damage, but I imagine it hurts pretty bad,” he said.

“Well, I was thrown from a horse once as a child when my mother insisted I learn to ride side saddle like a proper lady. This may actually hurt worse,” she admitted.

“Like a proper lady, huh,” he said chuckling and squeezing her hand.

“Hmm…” She looked down at their hands entwined on the bed. Holding hands with your boss, not sure where that fell on the propriety scale. It didn’t feel weird or wrong, it felt right. But it was still confusing, so Sophie made an attempt to pull her hand from his.

He tightened his hold. “Please don’t,” he whispered to her, “I don’t know how to explain this to you right now Sophie, but I was very upset when you got hurt and touching you is the only thing keeping me calm right now.”

“You seem to care a lot about your employees, that’s admirable,” she mumbled.

“No, Sophie, not my employees, you. I know you can feel it too, the connection between us. It’s strong and scary and all I can do is ask you not to panic. Believe me that whatever you are feeling, I’m feeling one hundred times over. I want to hear all about you, get to know you, what you like what you don’t like. Your favorite music, the movies you hate, everything. Just give me a chance. I told the doctors that my family will look after you once you’re released today. I’d really like it if you would come home with me. You can have your own room, my mom lives close by and can check in on you when I have to go to work. I’d feel better knowing you weren’t alone in the mess hall by yourself. You need peace and quiet to recover from your head injury and the camp site is neither of those two things.”

Sophie chewed her lip throughout his speech, her fuzzy brain trying to keep up. He liked her, she got that. She liked him too, even though she didn’t know why. He said he wanted to protect her, which seemed awfully nice too. Wanted to get to know her, she liked that. She’d never met a man that cared about her interests or dreams. But then she’d always went on dates set and approved by her parents. The only time she dated a man outside of her parent’s strict standards was during school. She’d met another student with an obsession with wild game and the many ways to cook it. They dated a while and she’d given her virginity to him one night after a class on boiling live lobsters.

They dated for another six months before amicably breaking it off. She wasn’t a sit in the brush waiting to shoot Bambi type of girl, which was his idea of the height of entertainment.

Her logical mind was telling her that her new boss was showing clear signs of stalker and/or obsessive behavior. But her gut was telling her this man was it, the real deal. Hunky, handsome, and willing to protect her from the unknown. Deciding to give him the benefit of the doubt and trust her gut she told him, “I’d appreciate recovering at your house, as long as I wouldn’t be in the way.”

Smiling a big goofy grin at her, he said, “You could never be in the way and this takes a huge weight off my mind. I’m sure you’ll be comfortable there.”

“What about work? Who’s going to cook?” Thinking she was seriously failing at her new job calling in sick on her second day.

“We have that covered, don’t worry about a thing,” he said. Standing, he tucked the covers around her. “I’m going to go see when they plan on releasing you so we can get you settled. My parents went home to make sure my house was ready and mom was bringing over some of her famous pies,” he said, leaning over her bed.

He was looking deep into her eyes, Sophie blinked back at him. His eyes dropped to her mouth and a moment of indecision passed over his features. Then he brushed his lips over hers. Soft but strong, tiny shocks warmed through Sophie. She sucked in a breath at this sudden change of boundaries.

Pulling back at her gasp, he stared hard at her and said, “Trust me, Sophie.” Then he gave her another quick kiss on the lips and walked out of the room.

Sophie brought her hand up to her mouth. She could still feel the heat from his lips. Running her tongue over them, she realized he tasted like honey.

Sitting in the big black pickup truck, Sophie had resigned herself to going with the flow right now. Her head hurt too much whenever she tried to think through what was happening. So she’d decided in the best interest of her health and well-being, to just let it happen.

Once they had said she could be released, Sophie had tried to get out of bed to use the bathroom and take a shower. Cage insisted on carrying her to the restroom and standing outside the door while she showered. Before she could ponder what she was going to wear a knock sounded on the door and a long muscled arm dropped a bag inside the door.

“My mom stopped by your room and grabbed some clothes for you, I hope you don’t mind,” the muffled voice came through the door.

“Thank you,” she managed, as she tried to dry around the bandage on her head. She had to keep it dry for a few days; they had used some kind of super glue to close the wound. Sophie grabbed her messy hair and pulled it into a bun on top of her head. It was the best she could do without washing it.

Digging through the bag, she found his mom had packed a set of pajamas, flannel with bacon and eggs on them. And two sets of stretch pants and T-shirts, with the usual undergarments. His mom was smart and knew she was in no mood for dressing up while she felt so wretched.

Opening the bathroom door, Cage was there and scooped her back into his arms and walked her to the bed.

“You are going to throw your back out carrying me around. Put me down, I’m too heavy for you!” she squealed.

“You’re not too heavy for me, you fit quite nice in my arms. And I can feel some particularly luscious curves pressed against me. I think I like carrying you around.”

“Cage!” she whispered, mortified. What if one of the nurses heard him!

Laying her on the bed, Cage leaned down and ran his nose along her neck, soaking in the fresh scent of her skin.

“Hmm…honeysuckles,” he said tickling her throat.

“Hospital soap, you mean,” she laughed nervously.

“Not even that can cover your natural scent, you smell edible,” he growled placing a slightly open mouth kiss on her neck.

Sophie sucked in a gasp. His hot wet mouth sent shivers straight to her clit. Her neck was ground zero for sexual stimulation with her, and Cage had no idea what he was starting.

That was what she was thinking when he pulled back and sniffed again. His eyes went dark, from light blue to cobalt and Sophie could have sworn that the edges burned with a yellow ring.  He sniffed loudly and a rumble went through his chest.

Sophie knew that the neck kisses had gotten her wet, but Cage couldn’t possibly know, could he?

Cage was breathing deep now and he closed his eyes and dropped his head back down into her neck.

“You’re killing me, honey.”

“Um..pardon?”

Pulling back he looked into her eyes. “I can smell how much you want me, Sophie. It’s making it hard to control myself. Let me kiss you at least, something to appease the beast so to speak.”

Sophie managed to nod, because she could see he was aroused. She could also feel it against her leg, pulsing through his jeans, and it didn’t help but make her pussy grow damp thinking about it.

A low growl tore through Cage as his lips came down on hers. She opened her mouth to the onslaught of his kiss. He didn’t hesitate, his tongue sweeping into her mouth, claiming it with a toe curling suction.

Sophie couldn’t recall ever having been kissed like this. Cage took complete control, his mouth raking over hers. Lips teasing, tongues thrusting together, she could barely keep up.

It was the best kiss she’d ever had.

Giving an aggravated groan, Cage pulled back giving her one final peck before dropping his forehead to hers. Both of their panting breaths mingling together.

“Well, that was…” she trailed off.

“Yes, it was,” he agreed. “My Sophie, where have you been my whole life,” he breathed.

“England,” she responded with a smile.

He smiled back, caught off guard by her snarky response. Then he laughed out loud, letting his head fall back as he chuckled. Sophie like him laughing, even more than him smiling.

Before driving to his home, Cage had slid a pair of sunglasses on her when they got into the car to shade her eyes from the light. It was very thoughtful of him. The doctor had given her medicine for the pain. Cage had her take some for the ride home, not wanting her to be uncomfortable. So she was blessedly numb for the trip, watching the trees whip by the window made her dizzy, so she turned her head and stared at Cage instead.

Reaching over the console, he’d taken her hand once she was buckled in and he hadn’t let go the entire ride. At times he would just hold her hand, others his fingers would lace through hers, stroking her skin. It was highly arousing as far as hand-holding sessions went.

Occasionally, Cage would breathe deep and a low grumble would roll through his chest. He’d give her a look that told her he knew just how arousing she found his hand play.

All she could manage was a drugged blush and an occasional giggle. She usually didn’t giggle, she was blaming that on the drugs.

The truck turned onto a dirt road that led through the woods. After about ten minutes, they pulled into a clearing that had a huge two story log cabin with a wraparound porch.

“That’s mom and dad’s,” Cage explained, turning left past the house and driving further down the road. The next house they came to was a smaller version of the first house. Single story with a wraparound porch, it was made of logs and looked cozy despite being a large house.

“This one’s mine, Conner and Wyatt have their own houses on the other side of mom and dad’s. I picked this side because it was closer to the lake. I like to fish,” he said with a grin. Turning off the truck, he hopped out and came around to her side. Helping her out of the truck he leaned down to pick her up.

She tried to protest, but was too tired and medicated to put up much of a fight. He carried her to the front door and opened it with one hand. Apparently he wasn’t concerned with break-ins out here.

Inside was exactly what a log cabin in the woods should look like. Hand hewn furniture, again out of logs sturdy and masculine. Dark brown fabric couches and green pillows thrown haphazardly on them. A giant television above a carved wood fireplace. Clearly a man lived here, but it looked like his mother might have had a hand in the decorating. Walking down a hallway, Cage pointed out a set of double doors. “That’s my room if you need anything.”

He walked further pointing out the bathroom, then entered a room on the back of the house that looked out over the forest. A queen-sized bed with a white quilted cover and a mountain of pillows filled the space. Definitely his mother’s work, there was even a vase with fresh wild flowers on the nightstand.

Setting her on her feet, Cage went to the window and pulled the curtains to darken the room. Sophie sat on the bed with a sigh, she wanted to explore Cage’s home, but the pull of the comfy looking bed was overwhelming.

Pulling the covers back, Cage gestured for her to crawl in. Kicking off her shoes she did just that. Lying back against the pillow mountain with a sigh, she looked up at Cage. His eyes held concern and also a hint of pride for some reason.

Cage couldn’t help it, he liked seeing her in his home. In his bed even if it wasn’t exactly the bed he really wanted her in. He also liked that he was close and he knew she’d be safe here. Giving her a kiss on her forehead, then one on the tip of her nose, then finally a soft brush over her lips, he said, “Sleep, honey.”