Buried and Shadowed (Branded Packs #3) by Alexandra Ivy, Carrie Ann Ryan

you go in the vision itself. It’s not your fault,” she repeated.
    Oliver looked over her then, but kept his hands on her hip and lower back. “I’ve always tried to control them, you know. Maybe before the Verona Virus hit things were different, but if they were, I don’t remember. I wasn’t that old when we went into the compounds, and even though I knew I would one day be the Foreseer for the bears, I wasn’t as…entrenched in the visions as I am now. But no matter what I’ve done since, I can’t control them. I can’t see those I love…or I usually can’t.”
    He looked down again and she blinked at him. “What do you mean?”
    He let out a sigh and rested his head on the top of hers. She wrapped her arms around his middle. It was as if she knew he needed the comfort, even if he didn’t want to ask for it. Her wolf brushed up against his bear, apparently knowing his beast needed touch, as well.
    “I’ve never been able to get clear readings of Anya or the cubs. Or even my parents before then. I also can’t see myself, though I’m the one living the visions at the time. But recently, things have been all out of order.” He paused a beat. “I’ve seen the cubs, but not at their death. I’ve seen Cole.” He sighed. “I’ve seen you and Gibson.”
    He could feel her pulse quicken. He wanted to know what she was thinking. He shouldn’t have mentioned her and Gibson, but he hadn’t been able to help himself. He’d needed her to know that he’d not only dreamt about her, but that he shouldn’t have because she was close to him in a way he hadn’t thought possible. In the span of mere moments, mere months, he’d started to fall for his two wolves. To humans, that might seem fast, but he wasn’t human. Though it did scare the hell out of him.
    “I don’t know what any of it means,” Oliver said softly. “I never do, though I muddle my way through it.”
    She pulled back then so he could see her face. “I wouldn’t call that muddling. You’ve saved people, Oliver. And with each vision you fall deeper into the hell you live through every day. I know it’s taking part of you away every time you do it, and it hurts me to think of it. So don’t call it muddling. You do so much, and yet you never take anything from it, never let the world know that you tried.”
    “I’m not used to people trying to take care of me,” he said softly. “No, that’s a lie. Anya’s been taking care of me since we were children because of my so-called gifts. And yet…yet it feels different with you. She’s tried to keep me alive, and yet with you—and Gibson—I feel like I want to live .” He cupped her face and stared down into those big eyes of hers. “How do you do this to me, little wolf? How can you reach me when no one else can?”
    He traced her cheek with his thumb and she licked her lips. He wanted to do the same, wanted to capture her mouth and take it as his own. He wanted to feel her body against his, see how well she fit below him, over him, near him.
    And because they were here, alone, together, full of promise…he would.
    Oliver lowered his mouth to hers, and she gasped softly before yielding to him. He kept one hand on her face, the other firmly on her hip, keeping her in place. His cock ached beneath her butt, but he didn’t rock, didn’t push her too far, too quickly. He was a big man, a big bear, and Mandy was so small, so fragile.
    Though he wanted Gibson there, wanted Gibson with him, with Mandy, with them both, he knew right then, this was about Oliver and Mandy. They were three parts of a whole, three separate relationships that entwined to become one.
    And for now, for this moment of pure passion, this was Oliver and Mandy’s time.
    He explored her mouth, learning her taste and each moan she made when he went deeper, when he gently bit her lips. When he pulled back, they were both breathless, and she squirmed once again on his lap.
    “I want you, little wolf,” he whispered.