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All three titles in the first "Black Mountain Bears" trilogy are now available in one volume, PLUS a bonus epilogue.
Gaia save the Queen…
Emma Stonetree’s father is missing. Worse yet, her uncle’s gone too, leaving her and her two cousins, Jasper and Jade, floundering for an explanation.
All Emma can think of are their fathers’ stories—tall tales of magic, mystery, and a whole host of shifter races. Stories she might not have believed, if not for her own research into the matter—research that hardly prepares her for the trials of magic she and her cousins will endure as they set off that Midwinter’s night to discover their roots.
Nor does it prepare the three for what they find on the other side of the mystical portal their fathers disappeared into: the ursa, a fertility-focused race of bear shifters, with customs that defy their human sensibilities. Except the trio swiftly learn they aren’t really human either, and once inside the ursa Sanctuary, they are just as bound by ursa laws as the earth is bound by the seasons.
Emma and her cousins must make a choice: accept their legacies as ursa royalty, accept the love they find inside the sanctuary, or reject their passions and retreat to their safe, mundane lives, never to return to the realm they were meant to inherit.
Publisher's Note: The "Black Mountain Bears" series is a parallel story to the "Sleeping Dragons" series by Ophelia Bell. You can read them independently, but the story will be enriched by reading them both.
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Publisher: Independently Published
Pairings: M-M-F, 4+ or Other
Heat Level: 5
Romantic Content: 5
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Bisexual, Pansexual, Polyamorous
Protagonist 1 Age: 26-35
Protagonist 2 Age: 26-35
Protagonist 3 Age: Ageless/Immortal
Tropes: Alpha Character, Fated Mates / Soul Mates, Healing Power of Sex, Menage
Word Count: 99000
Setting: Appalachian Mountains
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Continuous / Same Characters
Jasper didn’t see Gunnar come out of the water, but his attention was soon drawn back to Autumn. She cursed under her breath and moved her arm off her face, lowering her hand to clutch at one full breast.
“Oh, Jasper,” she murmured, tweaking her nipple.
He closed his eyes tight, his throat constricting in response to the need he heard in her tone. She’d said his name. And hell if his cock didn’t respond with a solid, aching throb.
When she let out a soft sigh, he opened his eyes again in time to see her spread her legs and dip her fingers between them.
Fuck, he shouldn’t be watching this like some kind of pervert. Yet he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the arcing stretch of Autumn’s stomach as her hips pushed up into her palm and she let out another soft moan of pleasure.READ MORE
Jasper forced himself to move away from the sight of her. The tense stiffness between his legs kept him from getting very far. He stopped and leaned against a tree, closed his eyes, and gripped himself through his jeans.
“Jesus,” he whispered.
Another feminine moan carried through the air, along with another lusty utterance of his name. Christ, he loved how that sounded. He turned toward it, leaning his shoulder against the rough bark of the tree. He could still see Autumn through the branches of the bush he’d been concealed behind earlier. Just pieces of her, but enough to make him feel thoroughly shameful about watching.
His temples ached as much as his cock, and he only knew of one way to make that incessant pulsing stop.
The hair on the back of his neck stood on end, and he was suddenly aware of an all too familiar scent and warmth behind him. He tensed, dropped his hand to his side and started to turn.
A hand gripped him by the shoulder and Gunnar’s mouth pressed against his ear, hot, smooth, and sensuous enough to make Jasper dizzy from the rush of endorphins that surged through him at the contact.
In a low whisper, Gunnar said, “So you like to watch, huh? That isn’t really fair to her, you know. Or to me. Don’t you want her?”
“God, yes,” Jasper blurted before he could censor himself. “But I can’t.”
“You can’t what?” Gunnar asked, one warm hand sliding over the low rise of Jasper’s waistband, finding the bare skin just beneath the hem of his t-shirt. The delicious contact made Jasper’s stomach tighten and his pulse quicken.
He let out a gasp, followed by, “Can’t get attached. Shit. You know this, at least I . . . I thought . . . ”
“You thought avoiding us altogether would make it easier? You thought wrong, Jas. It only makes it harder.” As if to emphasize his point, Gunnar slid his hands into the front of Jasper’s jeans and gripped his cock, squeezing hard enough that Jasper couldn’t help but let out a loud, “Fuck!”
Autumn’s writhing, moaning shape abruptly froze, her head turning in their direction to listen. She came up on her side, resting on one elbow, her nostrils flaring. Could she smell them? God, she probably could. Jasper’s own abilities to shift hadn’t manifested yet, so he was still irritatingly human, compared to them. Otherwise he’d have probably been able to sense Gunnar sneaking up on him.
After a moment of testing the air, a smile crept over Autumn’s features and she simply closed her eyes, slipped her hand back between her legs, and moved her fingers again.
In a more audible tone, Gunnar said, “You shouldn’t keep this to yourself, you know. She needs it.”
“Wh-why didn’t you give . . . give her yours?” Jasper asked.
Gunnar chuckled. “You saw all that? You are as filthy as I hoped.” He lowered his voice to a low rumble that vibrated through his chest into Jasper’s back. That contact felt almost as good as the hand gripping his cock and moving with sure strokes over his swollen, heated flesh.
Jasper could only let out a frustrated groan.
“You have amazing restraint, all things considered,” Gunnar said. “She’s nearing her estrous, which makes her more and more difficult to resist. Fuck, do I want her, but I can’t just take her. When a female names her chosen mates, the ones she chooses have to mate her together.”
“What does that have to do with me?” Jasper asked, surprised by the gruffness of his voice. He tried to pull away, to turn. He reached down and tried to tug the other man’s hand out of his jeans. Gunnar held tighter, pulling Jasper back against him and the unmistakably huge erection pressed against Jasper’s ass.
Autumn’s breathy cry of his name rose up through the air again, more urgent than before, like she was, indeed, calling to him. Jasper stared through the brush at her, his mind seesawing between imagining how amazingly soft she would feel wrapped around him, and the very real, very potent stroking of the large hand working its way up and down the length of his cock.
Gunnar’s voice sounded harsh in his ear. “Do you want it all, or nothing, Stonetree? Because those are your choices. We have to leave soon. Let her mate us together.”
Jasper clenched his eyes shut, trying to block out at least half of the torment. He still couldn’t answer, his senses too overwhelmed to choose. Why did he have to choose? Why the hell did Gunnar sound so desperate?
Gunnar released him and took his hand from Jasper’s jeans. Jasper relaxed for a moment, leaning back against the tree when Gunnar moved away. He could still sense the other male’s body heat so close it made his skin prickle, and Autumn’s ecstasy continued to bombard his hearing.
Jasper couldn’t decide which part confused and terrified him more: the fact that he wanted everything Gunnar seemed to be offering, or that dark hurt that lurked inside him, that threatened a loss he didn’t know if he had the strength to endure. If he got attached to someone so strongly again, could he bear it when they rejected him?
But now he simply didn’t have the strength to say no, so he said nothing.
“Open your eyes, Jasper,” Gunnar whispered, his face so close to Jasper’s, he could feel hot breath flowing across his lips. “You might not believe what I feel is real, but I can at least try to show you. I want to look in your eyes when I make you come.”
Gunnar clutched both sides of Jasper’s head, pulling his face closer and latching his mouth onto Jasper’s. Jasper moaned against the hot, soft probing of Gunnar’s tongue. He couldn’t help but slide his hands around Gunnar’s naked torso. God, the feel of that smooth, damp skin under his palms drove him wild. His hands roamed lower, clutched at Gunnar’s ass as he tilted his hips up to rub against the naked hardness pressed against him.
In that moment he hated that he was dressed, but reveled in the beauty of the two bodies he got to see and touch. At least, one he could touch. He tore his lips away from Gunnar’s to watch Autumn again. Gunnar’s lips grazed over his jaw, brushed the curve of his ear.
“You can’t say it, can you? Why are you holding back? You’re hard from watching us both. I’ve seen how you look at her, but it scares you somehow. Why don’t I scare you?”
Gunnar released Jasper’s head and slid his hands slowly down his chest. When he reached the waistband of Jasper’s jeans, he tugged the hem of his t-shirt up and brushed fingers lightly over Jasper’s stomach. Jasper flinched, his abdomen growing taut from the ticklish sensation, but he didn’t retreat.
“You terrify me,” he said, voice rumbling so deeply with lust it surprised him how incongruous it sounded. It terrifies me that I want you both so much.
“Do you want me to stop?” Gunnar asked. He’d popped the button on Jasper’s jeans and paused, poised with the zipper tab gripped. He tugged it down a tiny bit, the slight movement causing Jasper to let out an anticipatory moan. His hard-on ached to be released.
All he could do was shake his head.
“Good, because this is how it starts with us.” Gunnar knelt gracefully in front of Jasper, lowering the zipper the rest of the way as he went.COLLAPSE