Page 82 of Trusting Her Bear

I put my hands over my heart and take a step into the bedroom.

He made me a bed.

He made me a haven.

I step closer. The mattress is sitting on a frame of trees, chinked together to hold it. Four logs stand at each corner and are connected with a platform of smaller trees above—a canopy of logs.

I walk to the end of the bed, looking through a blanket that is opened like a curtain. Several blankets and sheets are thrown over the top, cascading down the sides, cocooning the whole bed. My mate made me a closet on the bed.

My heart clammers.

“Quinn,” I whisper, unable to tear my eyes away from the beauty before me. I’m extremely touched and fall deeper under his spell.

“I know you’re tired,” he states. “I need you to get some sleep. The sun will be up soon; this will keep out the light. It’s secure. I tested it. It’s rough, but it works. If you like it, when all this is over, I’ll seal it and reinforce it. I borrowed the sheets and blankets from Breeane. I didn’t have any big enough.”

I slide my hand down the log in front of me. He took the bark off and sanded it. I swallow a few times but still can’t express the enormity of my emotions. Breeane kept me distracted while he did this for me. A man like Quinn is not the canopy type of guy. His old bed frame was simple and black. The new frame reminds me of the beds you see in movies, portraying life years ago.

“I love it,” I say, turning to face him.

“Good, now get in,” he says.

“I will, as long as you come with me,” I say, holding out my hand. He looks from it to the bed.

“You get in first,” he says.

In that instant, I remember I didn’t put on underwear. Perhaps I need to tease my mate. I want to reward him for thinking of nothing but me since we met.

I turn and slowly crawl over the end, putting a knee to the edge of the mattress and then the other. I feel my shirt slide higher as I inch forward on my hands and knees, giving him a full view.

“Are you asking for something without asking?” he asks roughly.

“Yes,” I confess easily, looking behind me.

“Don’t move,” he growls. He reaches behind his neck, pulls off his shirt, and throws it on the floor. He lifts each foot and takes off his boots, the thud of them hitting the floor causing shivers to race over my skin. He stares at my ass as he unbuttons his pants but leaves them on. “No holding back,” he says.

“Don’t hold back,” I agree.

“What is your word?”

“Cage.” He nods and steps to my feet at the edge of the bed.

He cups my ankles briefly and then moves up my legs. I drop my head and groan. The roughness of his hands gliding over my skin is euphoric. He travels up my thighs and in, cupping the inside of my knees, and pulls. I lean heavily on my palms as my legs part.

I feel the bed depress when he sits between my caves. His jeans rub against the inside of my legs the closer he gets. He lifts my shirt and folds it to the small of my back.

“I love this ass,” he says. I gasp when he nips my cheek and then drags his teeth across the sensitive skin. His hand slides under my shirt, up my back, and grasps my hair, pulling as he curls over me. “This is going to be fast and dirty, Little Cub.”

“Yes,” I hum.

“Yes, what?” he rasps.

“Yes, Daddy,” I say quickly.

“Good, Little Cub.” I hear his zipper lower. “I will do anything to make my baby feel secure. I don’t give a shit how or where or on what we sleep, as long as you are with me, and I’m deep inside this pussy.” His finger separates my lips, dragging through the wetness he caused. “I have dreamed of having a mate. The universe couldn’t have sent me a better one.” My pussy sucks at his finger as he teases it. “Your pussy wants Daddy.”

“Please,” I beg. He continues to tempt me.

“You beg so well, Little Cub. It pleases Daddy.” His fingers go away, and before I can complain, his cock replaces it.

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