My Hero Bear by Emma Fisher Read Free Book Online

All those years dreaming of this moment and it was finally happening. He never thought it would happen. He sure as hell didn’t deserve to taste her lips ever again.
     
    But for now, he didn’t care. Right and wrong, guilt and betrayal, none of it mattered the moment his lips touched hers.
     
    He plunged his hands into her damp hair, running his fingers through it like he needed to touch her to make sure this was really happening.
     
    The whole thing felt like a dream. It had been so long since he’d had anything good in his life, something this sweet and this pure felt like fantasy. He kept waiting to wake up. He’d be alone in his house, or even worse, still out in a war zone somewhere.
     
    If this was a dream, Dylan intended to take advantage of it before reality set back in and the nightmares found him again.
     
    He trailed kisses down her cheek and her neck before nipping at her soft ear lobe. Aurora moaned at the sensation.
     
    “Dylan,” she breathed. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this.”
     
    “I thought about this every day,” he said, pulling back to look into her eyes. “Ever since we shared that first forbidden kiss.”
     
    She smiled, her eyes dancing with mischief. “That was the second best kiss of my life.”
     
    A pang of jealousy stabbed at him. “And what was the best kiss of your life?” he asked in a growl.
     
    “This one,” she said and kissed him. “And this one, and this one, and this one,” she said, kissing him each time.
     
    Emotion overwhelmed him. He’d forgotten what it was like to love and to be in love. All he’d known for the last nine years was hate. Aurora was like the sun shining on his darkest places, banishing the black clouds around his soul.
     
    Dylan lifted her easily in his arms, like a groom carries his bride.
     
    “What are you doing?” Aurora asked, laughing.
     
    “Moving this to the bedroom.”
     
    ***
     
    Rory felt a thrill at Dylan’s words. She wondered exactly what he had in mind. She’d never been with a man, not since Dylan had broken her heart. Although if he was suggesting what she thought he was suggesting, she was ready. This was Dylan. She’d been ready for him longer than she could remember.
     
    He whisked her through the house, carrying her like she weighed nothing. She felt like she was floating in his arms. It wasn’t a feeling she was accustomed to. Rory wasn’t exactly petite. But Dylan was so strong, so powerful. Being held by him was exhilarating.
     
    She could hardly believe Dylan was holding her in his arms. Dylan Sinclair. She’d cursed that name so many times she’d lost count. All she’d ever thought about after he left was how terrible he’d made her feel.
     
    She’d never thought about how much he’d suffered. It never occurred to her that he’d been torturing himself over all the things he’d seen and done. She never considered all the guilt he felt.
     
    Rory herself was feeling guilty, too. She’d come to Dylan’s home because he was a warrior. She hadn’t seen him in the last four years but she’d heard his name plenty, whispered in hushed tones like a legend.
     
    The man cast a long shadow through the shifter community. If Dylan the Peacekeeper showed up somewhere, the bad guys would run and hide. It always sound like exaggeration to her, but she’d seen the reaction of the man who’d attacked her yesterday. The bald man almost wet himself with fear at the sound of Dylan’s name.
     
    Rory had come to Dylan to use him for her own selfish reasons. She wanted the myth, not the man. But he was a man. A man she loved, and a man who needed her as badly as she needed him. All those years she cursed him for never coming back to her. It never once occurred to her to go find him. That he needed her help.
     
    Dylan kicked the bedroom door open so hard it slammed against the wall. Rory thought the door would shatter. Liquid heat rushed through her veins, knowing how badly he wanted