Two Bears are Better Than One (Alpha Werebear Romance) (Broken Pine Bears Book 1) by Lynn Red

fight and... Uh, mating with the bear?
    Rogue , she thought, remembering his dark hair, those burning, two-colored eyes with the flecks of gold. She imagined the way he’d touched her back, and how she accidentally grabbed him, and he’d been completely unashamed about his nakedness.
    Then again, I guess most guys packing that much heat wouldn’t get too embarrassed about showing it off.
    She laughed softly despite herself. At some point, what else is there to do?
    The stinging, burning sensation in her side told her that she had, perhaps, not imagined the whole thing. Pulling up her shirt, she found that she’d been carefully wrapped in gauze, and an abrasion on her left shoulder was, also, very carefully covered.
    She’d never seen the field building completed, but she had designed the thing, so the features weren’t a surprise. Still, it being put together as well as it was, especially for how far into the woods this place was, took her aback.
    Windows lined the space, and a series of tables ringed the inside. Workstations for writing up findings, microscopes for hair examination, and a big ol’ bucket of plaster by the door, for modeling footprints, were all ready and waiting for her to use.
    It was all there for her to use to find the bear she’d collapsed against.
    The one who had apparently brought her back here.
    She got out of bed, alert to the stabbing in her side, but not hurting enough to stop, and made her way around the room. She almost stumbled over the backpack she’d been wearing.
    All of her belongings were arranged with great care, in neatly folded piles... right on the floor in front of the dresser. They were put together with like items – jeans with jeans, shirts with shirts – which was better than any boyfriend she’d had ever did, even though they were sitting on the floor. Seeing the array made her twist the corner of her mouth into a wry grin.
    “But where are you?”
    She shook her head, trying to clear the thoughts that would do her no damn good at all. Not out here, alone, in the woods. She didn’t have time to think the things – the naughty things about his arms, his lips, and the scent on Rogue’s skin – that she desperately wanted to think.
    Her memories turned to the fantasies of the two men, and right in that moment Jill’s heart sank into her stomach.
    That was him , she thought. He was... that was one of them.
    The memories were fuzzy, a far-off dream, barely clinging to the fringes of her recollection. Stranger though was how clear the sensual parts of the fantasy were – the feeling of their hands on her skin, their breath caressing her neck. She couldn’t see their faces, exactly, or even identify the room, cave, whatever it was, where they were. But every detail of their kiss, their touch, the way they moved against her, the way the two men seemed like two parts of one love, and when she was with them, she was whole.
    Whole , she thought. Good God, what am I doing? I obviously walked face first into an ayahuasca plant, or something. That... doesn’t grow around here, but maybe Jacques gave me some. Or it was in my canteen, or—
    The door lock popped gently, and the handle turned.
    “Shit,” Jill uttered. “So much for the whole drugged thing.”
    The man who walked in was the same one she barely remembered, but who was right in the forefront of her mind. “I can’t believe this is real,” she said.
    He just smiled, eyes sparkling in what appeared to be the orange warmth of afternoon sun. In almost a shy way, which was a little strange for someone who had apparently undressed her and doctored a bunch of wounds, he watched her face. Finally he cleared his throat. “I didn’t expect to see you awake,” he said. “You were hurt, badly.”
    “How long?” she whispered, her throat parched and dry. It clicked when she spoke. “Have I been out, I mean?”
    Rogue looked genuinely confused. “Close to a week.” He looked perturbed, or maybe disturbed.