Page 10 of Bearly Chilly

I reach between us, dying to touch his stunning cock, but he catches my hand. “I won’t last long enough to make you mine if you touch me now.”

“But I want my turn.” I give him my saddest pout.

“I promise you can touch me once I’ve had your sweet pussy.” He smiles against my skin before adding, “Two or three times.”

I forget the subject of our conversation as he continues on, planting soft kisses on my collarbone and tracing the curve of my shoulders. Each gentle press of his lips drives me crazy, and I can’t help but arch toward him, desperate for him to take his time all while longing for him to move faster.

His hands glide over my breasts, and he rolls one of my nipples gently between his thumb and forefinger while his lips wrap around the other. A soft moan escapes me as my head falls back against the bed, overwhelmed by the attention he’s giving each sensitive spot.

He trails his hand down my ribs, and I shiver as he kisses his way along my skin, finding every tender spot that makes me quiver. He looks up and meets my gaze, and I’m struck by the fierce tenderness and love reflected in his eyes that take my breath away.

As his lips explore further, delicately kissing all over my tummy, I can’t help but chuckle and squirm when he playfully runs his tongue around my belly button. Then he gently bites down on the sensitive spot, and I’m completely lost in the sensation. It’s an intoxicating mix of longing and fulfillment, even moreintense knowing he’s about to bind me to him forever. Each kiss ignites a spark that reverberates through me, leaving me craving more.

“I need you,” I breathe, the urgency clear in my voice. “Like now.” My impatience won’t be ignored.

“My impatient little mate,” he murmurs against my skin, his warm breath waking up every nerve ending in my body. “You are so goddamn beautiful, baby. I don’t even know where to go next.”

“Please just freaking go somewhere.” I’m not above begging.

He slides off the bed and drops to his knees with promise shining in his eyes, and anticipation rushes through my soul.

My eyes roll back in my head when he drags me to the edge of the bed before spreading my thighs wide. He moves my hips into position and then leans over to run his tongue straight up my dripping center. His groan echoes around the room as he devours me.

When he closes his lips around my clit and sucks, a surprise orgasm blasts through my body.

While tremors move through me, he nibbles on my clit while pressing a finger just inside my wet opening. He pushes his finger a little deeper with each thrust, and I nearly lose my freaking mind. I know I’m mumbling all kinds of incoherent things, but I have no idea what I’m saying.

He crawls over my over-sensitized body, leaving little kisses along the way. “I love you,” he says, his voice thick with emotion. “You’re fucking mine.”

A shiver runs down my spine at the determination in his eyes. "I love you, too. Now, please, freaking bite me," I beg, ready to be his eternal mate.

Love shines from his dark eyes as he covers my lips with his warm, firm kiss. I lose myself in him, the shared hunger and love flowing between us.

I’m so distracted by his kiss, I barely notice when he lines his cock up with my wet opening. He holds himself up on his forearms and stares into my eyes while slowly pressing deep into my wet core.

I dig my nails into his muscular back and hold on as he thrusts deep. A flash of pain morphs into another small orgasm when he slowly circles his hips.

Chapter 8

Grant

Fireworks blastbehind my closed eyelids as I slowly circle my hips, allowing my mate to adjust to my cock. I reach between our bodies and stroke her clit, wanting to distract her. Soon, I’m able to press deeper with each thrust.

The urge to bite her sweet throat blasts through me as I pick up speed. All too soon, I feel an orgasm growing and my polar bear orders me to complete the bond. “You’re my mate from now until the universe ends,” I growl against the base of her neck as my fangs burst from my gums. When an orgasm tears through both of us, I bite down, sealing our eternal bond.

“And you’re mine,” she screams as our life forces join. Once the orgasm drains from my body, I pull back and lick the tiny wound at the base of her throat.

Rolling over, I pull her close and rub my hand down her silky back as my inner polar bear sighs exhaustedly. “We’ll probably sleep for a day or so while our bodies recover from the mating.”

Lennon snuggles against me and mutters, “We’ll have to get up and let Oreo out at some point.”

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take care of our little man.”

Over the nextcouple of days, we settle into an unexpected rhythm in the cabin. Lennon sleeps a ton, wrapped up like a sleepy burrito in warm blankets. The mate bond’s clearly doing a number on her energy levels, but I know it’s just her body and spirit syncing up, getting used to this new normal.

I expected to be just as exhausted, but our mating has energized me. I’m too busy planning our future and envisioning our eventual babies to sleep, so I spend my time occupying Oreo—when he isn’t on guard duty.

Once Oreo realized Lennon is weak and recovering, he quickly took on the role of Lennon’s fuzzy little guardian. It's honestly kind of adorable how insistent he is on being right next to her. He’s stationed himself at her side, sleeping on my pillow with one eye open like he’s on watch duty.

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