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  Copyright© 2016 Angelique Voisen

  ISBN: 978-1-77233-759-4

  Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

  Editor: Kerry Genova

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  DEDICATION

  To S, for always letting me lean on you. To my readers, I hope you enjoy Blake and Jake’s story.

  HIS BIKER BEAR

  Angelique Voisen

  Copyright © 2016

  Chapter One

  Blake

  Nothing else a road warrior needed but the wind in his face, the steady thrum of the engine between his legs, and the open road ahead of him. Above me, the jet-black night sky seemed to go on forever, occasionally punctured by a measly scattering of stars and the full moon.

  My destination? Anywhere and nowhere. I left my mountain home and pack the moment I turned eighteen and never looked back. My bike engine let out an exhausted whine, killing my mood.

  “Fuck.”

  I couldn’t remember the last time I sent the black and silver metal beast to repair, but it felt like a long time. By the sound of it, my ride wouldn’t last long. Maybe make the last couple of miles in one piece, but not any longer. I checked my phone hours ago, before sunrise, and knew this particular stretch of road led to one location. Moonvalley Oasis, a little town in the middle of nowhere. Shifter territory, but one, rumor had it, didn’t take well to outsiders.

  I rode on, hoping what I heard had been a fluke. No such luck. Grunting my displeasure, I decided to make one quick stop at Moonvalley Oasis. Stay until the local car repair joint finished fixing my wheels up, and then get the hell out. Simple enough plan. The terrain changed on either side of me from flat grassland, occasionally disrupted by farmhouses and roadside motels, to woodland ringed by oaks and pines.

  “Aren’t you fucking quaint.”

  My bear told me these trees and the land were old. Any animal group that claimed an area usually knew the lay of their land in the back of their heads. The local werewolf pack around these parts would have the upper hand if things went south fast. I didn’t like it. The feeling of being lured into a trap, of having only one way in and out, but I had no choice. Bears aren’t to be underestimated, but we’re not built to run. A dozen wolves could easily take us down without suffering many casualties.

  Hell. Why am I thinking that far? Better to make things less complicated. I’d be a good tourist. Some out-of-towner with cash to spare, and I’ll leave the moment business was done. Convinced, I continued my pace, not seeing the flash of fur until it was too late. The beast streaked out of the trees to my right without warning, a white blur that nearly collided with my front wheels, if not for my instincts. I swerved at the last second, cursing under my breath. Tires squealed on gravel. I jammed my foot down, needing a couple of moments to keep my bike balanced. Fuck it. I wasn’t about to let some randy, moon-high werewolf—because the figure was too big to be a normal-sized wolf—wreck my beloved ride. I managed to hit the brakes in time. The hog skidded to the side of the road, smoke coming out the front.

  “Hey, fucker,” I yelled.

  The wolf turned, yellow gaze trained on me with surprise. The first thing that struck me about the shifter was his coat. Under the moonlight, I glimpsed his pure snow-white fur. It wasn’t tinged with gray or other colors, just white. The color made the other details I missed stand out, like the darker spots on his left flank and the spots of crimson on his muzzle. The telltale smell of copper mixed with hurt woke my bear and made it mad for some unexplainable reason.

  Dismounting, God knew why, I walked up the wolf. My anger at nearly running him over became a distant thing. He raised his tail and flattened his ears when I closed the distance between us, but he didn’t run. Curious indeed.

  “Hey boy,” I said softly, wondering what the hell I was doing. “What or who are you running away from?”

  He thumped his tail and then peered at the cluster of trees behind me. No movement. I didn’t sense any other shifter either. The wind rustled branches and leaves. The road remained quiet, as most seldom-traveled paths do in the dead of the night.

  “We’re alone here, and I think you owe me a fucking explanation for impulsively running out. I could have run you over.” I held out a hand.

  He took those last steps to me, pressed a nose to sniff at my palm then let me pet him. Kneeling, remaining at the same eye level, I took another whiff of him. Something about the stranger smelled damnably good. He possessed an alluring scent, tangy and sharp at once. Wolves and bears don’t generally mix. Hell, we usually stick to our animal groups, but something about the wolf called to me.

  I let my bear shift through his scent, letting the animal judge. Spirited wolf, but he didn’t smell of power. When he offered me his tender throat, acknowledging the strength of my dominant bear, I understood.

  He was a male Omega, capable of carrying a naturally born pup to full term, which was pretty rare in both large and small packs. Shifter females could be bred, but the pregnancy took a huge toll on their bodies. That was why most animal groups preferred making new members through the bite. Viable candidates had a fifty-fifty chance of making the transition, but it was a lot easier than breeding.

  “Where’s your partner, your mate?” I asked.

  There was no fucking way the male Omega didn’t have a protector because they were valued commodities. My blood heated at the thought some careless shifter would let his treasure get hurt and run on his own. He looked at me with assessing eyes.

  Frowning, I grabbed his muzzle. “Can’t you shift? If you’re not going to say anything, then I’m leaving.”

  Panicked, the Omega whined. In answer, fur receded. Claws shrank until a shivering, lean, young man in his twenties, with brown eyes and short dark blond hair looked up at me tentatively.

  I would have thought him cute too until he opened his mouth. “You got your wish, honey bear.”

  Apparently not understanding boundaries or proper manners, he leaped at me, winding his arms around my neck. Logic told me to shove him away. Demand what the fuck was he doing, and if his head wasn’t working right. Instead, I caught him, wrapping my arms around his waist. In human form, his scent hit me harder, like a wrecking ball.

  The sweet smell of him and the tempting feel of his sweat-slicked skin on my hands made my bear want to lick the honey from his half-erect cock. Shoving the beast aside, I let my human logic rule me instead. This guy sounded like bad news, and involving myself in whatever trouble he was in, hadn’t been part of the plan. Setting him on balls of his feet, he whined again in protest. I shot him a glare, which made the pup behave.

  “Look,” I began. “I don’t want trouble. Be careful next time.”

  Turning my back on him proved harder than I thought. Copper teased my nostrils. The smell of blood and hurt make each step back to the ride heavy.

  “That’s it?” he demanded. “You’re going to walk away, huh?”

  Mounting my bike again, I gave the pup a glare. Didn’t he know he should apologize? “I don’t know you, and vice versa, and I don’t give a fuck what kind of shit you’re in.”

  The sassy pup strode up to me, hands on his hips, biting his lower lip as if he considered his next few words. I started my engine. No reaction. Planting his han
ds on the handlebars of my ride, he smirked at me, and I was aware of his shaft nearly touching the headlights of the hog. Did he possess no shame?

  I mean, shifters in general, are open to nudity because of our need to shift, but come on. This guy is practically baiting me. A reckless bear would have jumped on the bandwagon without a second thought, but I hadn’t lived this long without showing a little caution.

  “Looks like a certain grumpy bear in leathers is having some engine trouble,” he purred.

  Judging by the scent of pine and oak, the trees surrounding the woods, the Omega was a local around these parts. Besides, I doubted the Moonvalley pack would let outsider pups run around. If he belonged to a powerful member of the pack, I was screwed. Wolves are protective of their mates, especially rare Omega males, but I had a feeling getting rid of him wouldn’t be an easy task. I scowled at him and decided to strike some kind of deal or compromise.

  “Let me guess, pup.” I smiled, showing him teeth. That threw him off a little, and the little shiver that crept down his body told me secrets I wish I never knew. To an Omega, who fell on the bottom of the food chain in his pack, liking a bite to his pleasure didn’t hurt his survival skills. “You know a good mechanic in town?”

  He straightened his spine, recovering quickly, plastering that playful grin on his lips. For a second, though, his guard dropped, and the old fear lurking behind his eyes returned. Despite his confident and flirty demeanor, I saw past his bullshit and knew he’d been hurt before. Probably a couple of times and … why the fuck I should care? Following that trail led to nowhere good. I needed to stick to my plan.

  Find parts. Leave without looking back. I was not about to let this intrusive and obnoxious Omega get in the way.

  “Of course. I used to work part-time at Benson’s Tires and Automotives. I can hook you two up.” He sneaked a glance at the woods again before walking up to me. “In return, you can do something for me.”

  Chapter Two

  Blake

  Tightening my jaw, I could feel his member right below eye level. I kept my gaze trained on his face. He chuckled, probably knowing the effect he intended. Irritated a pup could push my buttons, I decided to turn the tables on him. Wrapping one arm around his waist, I pulled him close. I could hear his heartbeat racing. He let out a surprised squeak. Grew tense, but relaxed in my hold.

  I had my bit of fun. Releasing him, though, hadn’t been on my bear’s agenda. Shocking both him and myself, I nuzzled at his shaft, my tongue slipping out to lick the pre-cum on his tip. The pup let out a cute little shudder.

  “What is it you want, pup?”

  He pushed me away, looking more unnerved than scared. I released him, waiting. Some part of me hoped he would change his mind. Leave me the hell alone. Of course, he stayed put, hands on his hips.

  “Get it through your thick skull, grumpy bear. I have a name. It’s Jake Winters.” Then Jake had the gall to throw one leg over my bike and position himself behind me. Admittedly, my bear liked his slender arms wrapped around my waist.

  Since he waited for me to return the favor, I sighed. “Blake Hayden.”

  “Nice to meet you, Blake,” Jake whispered against my ear. Then did something incomprehensive, and lifted the hem of my shirt to pat my abs. “My, aren’t you a yummy bear.”

  “Watch where your hands are going, pup,” I warned. “And why are you on my bike?”

  “You’re driving me back to town. Don’t you think you owe me that much for nearly killing me?”

  I let out a laugh of disbelief. Where the hell did Jake come from? Not from Earth certainly because I’d met no one like him. The weak relied on the stronger shifters in the pack to protect them. They kept their mouth shuts and offered their bellies and throats when demanded. The Middle Ages kind of thinking was one of the reasons I left my pack in the first place. Maybe that’s why I was drawn to Jake because despite looking like someone else’s punching bag, he defied conventions.

  Oh fuck. I was making assumptions about him now?

  “Not naked.” Grumbling under my breath, I got off again and pulled out a spare shirt and jogging pants from the backpack strapped to the back of my bike. I traveled light, and my belongings were counted. “You better return those to me.”

  On him, my shirt fell to his knees and the bottoms were a little loose. “Sure, honey bear.” Jake winked. “Making any excuse to see me again, huh?”

  I growled. “You impossible, pup. Come on, I’m fucking starving.”

  “What a coincidence, I’m hungry too. I know the place that makes the best waffles,” Jake said, beaming. Grunting, I tried starting the engine again. My traitorous bike roared to life, like it was in tip-top condition. What the fuck?

  “Did you invite yourself to my wallet?” I asked Jake, annoyed as he buried his head against the curve of my back. Well, it did feel a little nice to have pup rubbing his face against me, but I wouldn’t tell Jake that. It would give him more ammunition.

  “Don’t be crude. Let’s call it a date,” Jake corrected.

  “Arguing with you is giving me a headache,” I mumbled. Back on the road, we drove into town. Trees gave way to houses, farms, and eventually the main town center. A quick probe using my shifter senses told me the inhabitants of the town were a strange mix of humans, shifters, and other supernatural folk.

  “Lived here long?” I couldn’t help but ask.

  “Ask questions later, big bear. Turn left here.” Jake directed me to the parking lot of an old-fashioned diner.

  “Here?” I asked, cutting the engine. Glimpsing the peeling paint and barely legible sign, I was doubtful. I would be fucking pissed if the diner didn’t deliver. Bears took waffles and sugary treats seriously. I hoped Jake knew that.

  Jake seemed to guess my thoughts. “Relax, bear. Let me assure you, Sweet Things makes the best breakfast food. You’re treating, right? I don’t have any cash on me, and besides.” He wiggled his brows. “You did almost kill me.”

  “How long are you going to hold that over me?” I demanded, following Jake to the diner.

  “For as long as I can,” Jake threw back over his shoulder.

  “Figures.” I became aware of the stares we generated when we entered.

  Not sure if it was the presence of an outsider in town, but I kept close to Jake. I stared down a couple of bastards who should’ve minded their own business. Sensing my bear ready to erupt on the surface, they dropped their gazes. Where the hell were these overprotective feelings coming from?

  Jake slid into an empty booth and propped open a menu. Frowning, I joined him. The smell of something good, pancakes and waffles, teased my nostrils, making me forget the strange looks when we arrived. A waitress stopped by, raising a slim blonde eyebrow at my orders.

  “Can you finish all that?” Jake asked, then looked back at the waitress. “The usual for me. Thanks, Sherry.”

  The woman paused, hesitating. I didn’t miss the way she touched Jake’s hand or the look of concern in her eyes. “Jake, Billy and his guys were looking for you—”

  “Don’t you worry about a thing, darling,” Jake interrupted. He flashed her smile that didn’t fool any of us. “Go on, my bear wants his grub.”

  I raised my brows at that. Sherry gave me a closer examination now, eventually saying, “I wish you the best of luck. You’re going to need it.”

  Once the food arrived, I dug in, annoyed at Jake’s bemused expression. “Start talking, pup. Who is Billy? The mate you were running away from?”

  “We’ll get to that soon. Let’s talk about something more important. You need someone to fix your ride? I can recommend you a guy and score you a discount.”

  It amazed me this pup knew how to dodge a bullet when he saw it heading straight to his direction. I had to admit, I liked the way he did business. Straight to the point, but I knew his words had strings attached.

  Sighing, I asked, “What’s the catch?”

  “Catch?” Jake raised one eyebrow, his tone mocking. When
I snarled at him, he sat up straighter in his seat. Smart pup possessed some sense to not bother toying with a pissed-off bear.

  “Billy?” I asked again.

  I knew I was shooting myself in the foot for letting Jake drag me further into this, but my bear refused to leave the reckless pup alone. Those who knew me understood I didn’t give away freebies. Jake assumed he had the upper hand, but he had another thing coming. Whatever happened, I was going to have his tight and sweet ass bent over my lap. Jake would squirm and beg, but he’d secretly like the attention. Once his ass bore my handprints, I’d refuse him release until I was balls-deep in him.

  Noticing Jake’s silence, I asked, “What?”

  “Your eyes, honey bear. They tell me you want to do wicked things to my body.”

  “You’re not frightened?” I asked, showing him teeth.

  Jake considered me for a moment, and then resolutely shook his head. “I’ve had my fair share of bullies, but you’re not one of them.”

  He gave a little shudder, telling me exactly what I needed to know. That under the right and guiding hands, Jake would submit fucking beautifully. Wouldn’t be an easy task, but certainly one I’d relish.

  Hold on. Where the fuck were those thoughts coming from? Whatever arrangement we’re about to get into, it would be short-term and beneficial to us both. My bike might need a couple of days, and we’d include some sexy times in between. Then off to our separate ways.

  “Start talking, pup,” I said, crossing my arms.

  “My boyfriend Dan, he’s a werewolf like me and part of the pack. Dan planned to give me his mating mark this full moon season. That way, none of the others could touch me, but he…” Jake’s breath caught in his throat. For once, he didn’t look like he was faking it. His eyes looked far away, probably seeing a time and place I couldn’t reach.