Chapter 6 Kieran
KIERAN
The first night with a female in our home is…
intense. I barely sleep for more than an hour at a time.
Her scent is everywhere, permeating the cabin with an addicting sweetness I want to bottle up and keep forever.
Of course, she is not the first woman to enter any of our lives, but she is most definitely the only one to stay overnight in our home here in the woods.
It is more of an unspoken rule that we do not bring dates, or anyone for that matter, without full consent from all three of us.
As I lie awake, listening to the sound of her breathing, I hear my brothers creeping in the halls to peek in on her, as I had already done twice since she fell asleep.
She has the cutest little snore, the sound so soft and calming, and her golden hair is splayed out on the pillows.
We don’t keep women’s clothing in the house, so she’s wearing one of my T-shirts to sleep in.
Marcus wanted to fight me for the honor; I saw it in his eyes, but the grumpy asshole was too proud to admit Goldie was winning him over.
Adrian didn’t offer his own clothes for her to sleep in. I know this is only because of his anxiety about harming her. My brother, although menacing at times, could never harm an innocent. This is even more apparent to me after he continued to check on her throughout the night.
I rise from bed before the sun, the other occupants still asleep, and prepare a lavish breakfast. Goldie is skin and bones, and seeing a bit of meat on her will settle the beast within.
Not fully, not after hearing her story. This fiancé of hers will be answering for his crimes against her soon enough.
And while the others think we are simply caring for her short term, I’m preparing for something more.
Goldie is the one for me. The partner I never knew I needed until she came galloping into my life.
Dating is always fun for me, but the connections never go further than that.
Spending only a handful of hours with Goldie yesterday solidified the mating call purring in my soul.
The brown bear within recognizes his other half.
Breakfast is nearly ready when I hear tiny footsteps on the stairs.
We gave Goldie the spare bedroom on the third floor, down the hall from mine.
Which means my brothers would be down shortly.
I know they heard her movements as clearly as I did.
Even in this form, our senses are heightened.
The smell of honeyed cakes and dewy grass drifts into the kitchen moments before Goldie walks through the doorway.
A smile lights up her face when she sees me. “Good morning. Something smells delicious down here.”
My bear purrs with satisfaction at her compliment, and I grin back at her. “I wasn’t sure what you liked to eat, so I’ve made a bit of everything.”
Adrian likes his eggs scrambled with minimal spice and a side of sausage.
Marcus prefers his over-easy with extra bacon and toast. And I plate an omelet with fresh veggies and ham for myself.
Goldie hops onto a stool at the kitchen island, where all three plates are laid out.
Before I can ask her what she likes, Goldie snatches up utensils and shifts a few bites of food from each plate onto her own.
Without waiting, the starved girl digs into the blend of eggs, meats, and veggies.
Her plate is half-empty before I even get to my own food.
A soft moan escapes her lips, and she closes her eyes.
“This is amazing,” she says, shoving another bite into her pretty mouth.
The beast within is practically salivating at the sight of her. I cannot stop staring. Everything about this woman is sucking me in, clawing at my soul, and latching onto the parts of me I never share with anyone but my brothers.
“Kieran, your shirt is on fire,” Adrian says drolly, sauntering into the kitchen like some kind of arctic god.
“Fuck.” I stumble away from the stove I’d fully leaned over while ogling Goldie and rip the fabric off in one swift motion. I stomp out the small flames, my cheeks flushing.
When I look up, Goldie is staring at me with wide eyes, her fork halfway to her mouth. Her blue eyes glance down at my shorts and back up. “Maybe your shorts are on fire too? Best to take them off and check.”
Adrian chokes on his orange juice, a laugh bubbling up. His half grin is cute as hell, and I can see Goldie’s attention shift to him. For a moment, the old Adrian is back. The light that always glowed within him is shining through, the light that was snuffed out when Sylvia died.
Their eyes lock, and the attraction between my brother and Goldie is obvious. He looks away first, and she frowns slightly before returning to her food. It is now my mission to bring that happiness back to my brother’s life, and Goldie just might be the key.
“Say, Goldie,” I say, snatching her fork and stealing her next bite of food. “Before we get to the money and identity stuff for you, want to help me in the garden?”
Her smile is brilliant, and she nods eagerly. “I’d love to! My grandmother loved to garden, and it was always fun helping her. It’s been years now since she passed.”
I hold out my hand to her. “Let’s go then. Adrian and Marcus are going into the city for a bit this morning anyway.”
Adrian arches an eyebrow. “Oh really?”
I give him a wink. “Yes. Goldie needs some clothes. And Marcus can restock our wine to go with dinner later.”
My brother’s eyes narrow slightly, but he doesn’t argue.
I pull Goldie away to the back of the house before he or Marcus can protest, as my elder brother enters the kitchen just as we exit.
His eyes instantly find Goldie’s, and the rosy color of her cheeks increases at his lingering attention.
I snag a pair of rubber boots on our way out the door and pause just over the threshold.
“For now, you can wear these.” I offer her the boots, and she holds my arm as she steps into them. It’s impossible not to laugh, because they’re clearly too big.
She punches my arm playfully. “Is this for my benefit or yours?”
“Can it be both?” I lick my lips, my eyes traveling down her front, and a groan nearly escapes my lips when I catch sight of her pert nipples. The thin shirt does nothing to hide her perfect breasts, and it’s all I can fucking do not to rip the clothing off her right here in the garden.
Goldie’s heart begins to race, and her scent changes slightly. My bear wakes, rumbling with desire for this beautiful creature.
“So,” she speaks, tempering the mood. “What are we gardening?”
“A few herbs and veggies to go with our steaks tonight.” My voice is rough as I attempt to distract my half-hard dick by pulling herbs.
Goldie is a perfect student. She recognizes several herbs I list off with ease. We work together for the next hour, gathering what I need to cook. The breeze is nice and cool against my skin, while the sun keeps us warm on the slightly brisk day.
When I turn to check on Goldie, my jaw falls open at the sight before me. She’s bent over, ass in the air, with her panties peeping out from under my shirt, which is long enough to be a dress for her. Her round ass tempts me, and I desperately need to sink my teeth into that unmarked flesh.
“Goldie,” my voice is more of a whine. “Sweetness. I need you to stop.”
She shifts her body to the side, still bent at the waist but enough to turn her head back to see me. “Stop what?”
A possessive growl builds in my chest. “Stop flashing that perfect ass in my direction, or I won’t be able to stop myself from having a taste.”
Goldie bites into her bottom lip, and I want to snatch it from her white teeth. “Hmm. Well. I wouldn’t… hate that.”
Her answer stops my heart, and in two quick strides, I’m on top of her.
I lay her out in the dirt, and she stares up at me with wide, trusting eyes.
Wrapping one hand around her backside, I squeeze her ass.
She whimpers in my arms as I press her legs wide and settle between them.
The shirt I gave her to wear the night before now falls back onto her belly, giving me an unobstructed view of her lacy white panties.
A feral smirk touches my lips when her scent changes to a mix of honey and spice. “You like this, sweetness?”
Goldie licks her lips and nods.
I use my free hand to brush my thumb over her bottom lip. “Say the words, Goldie. Tell me what you want.”
Her heart is racing once more, and her voice is barely a whisper. “I want you to touch me.”
My dick stirs in my shorts at her simple request. I lean forward, crowding over her.
“I’m going to do more than that, Goldie.
” I run my hand down her front, rolling one of her peaked nipples over the fabric.
I love how her body reacts to my touch. “I’m going to worship this perfect body.
You deserve to be adored. To feel pure pleasure. ”
She whines as I massage her ass with one hand and the other drifts between her thighs. “Yes. Please.”
My bear growls with satisfaction and need. “Good girl.”
The cute panties are an obstacle I no longer need, and with one quick motion, I extend a claw and slash the fabric. She gasps, blinking at my hand between her legs.
“Did you… Do you have… claws?” Her voice is shaky, but curious.
Goldie is human, and while shifters aren’t uncommon, we tend to keep to ourselves. She may never have encountered one before.
I cock my head to the side, examining the soft mound of flesh and trail of blond hair leading to the apex of her thighs. Fuck she’s perfect.
“Claws, yes,” I murmur, brushing my knuckle against her swollen clit. “And sharp teeth. And a wicked tongue.”
Goldie moans, distracted by the finger I press slowly inside her.
“Fuck, sweetness,” I growl. “You’re soaked for me.”
I pull my finger out just as slowly and bring it to my mouth, needing to taste her. She watches with hooded eyes as I bring the glistening digit into my mouth and groan.
“Tastes like the sweetest honey. I knew you’d be delicious.”
My plan was to make her come on my fingers, but the taste of her makes me fucking feral. Scooting back just enough to bend down, I drop my mouth to her sweet pussy and lick from her ass to her clit. Goldie’s hips jerk up, and her back arches as she moans for me.
“Kieran,” she whimpers when I suck her clit into my mouth.
I’m instantly addicted to the sound of my name on her lips. “Yes, Goldie?”
She moans again when I continue. “Don’t stop.”
I chuckle between her legs, nipping at her inner thighs. “Never.”