Page 9 of Bearly Chilly

After a few minutes of this, Grant shifts slightly, then settles at the edge of the patio with a heavy, comfortable thud. I watch in fascination as Oreo, ever the curious little explorer, trots over. Oreo stares up at this giant version of his human friend, then makes a decision that surprises me.

With a bit of scrambling and an excited little huff, Oreo climbs up onto Grant’s massive chest. It’s like watching a tiny adventurer mount a fluffy white mountain. Once Oreo finds his spot, he circles a couple of times in that typical dog way and then plops down, curling up into a snug little ball.

Grant watches Oreo with those calm, dark bear eyes, a soft sound escaping him that might just be a polar bear-version chuckle. It’s a heart-melting sight, this powerful creature lying there so patiently, letting a small dog nap on him like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

I lean back against the porch railing, taking it all in. There’s such intimacy in this moment—a trust I didn’t expect to feel with a being so different from my own. But here we are, a woman, her mate, and their feisty little bulldog, sharing a morning that feels timeless and incredibly rare.

As the minutes stretch lazily, I realize just how much this means. Watching them, I see a harmony I hadn’t noticed before, a reminder that family isn’t just made up of those who look like us, but those who fill our lives with warmth, laughter, and a peculiar sense of completeness.

And for now, that’s more than enough.

When he finally shifts back to human, I watch the transformation. It’s mesmerizing how effortlessly he transitions, one moment a massive white bear, and the next, the man I’ve come to love with all my heart. There’s something magnetic about watching him, this wild sense of awe mixed with a warmth that curls up inside me.

Seeing his large naked body causes my pulse to race. My eyes roam from his muscular chest, down his slim waist, and right to his massive cock.

In that instant, I know what I have to do. I make the split-second decision to take our relationship to the next level. I walk up to him and run my finger down his chest, watching as goosebumps break out on his warm skin. “I kept my promise not to jump your bones while you were a polar bear,” I tease, voice light but tinged with the anticipation that’s been building all morning, “but now that you’re back to human, all bets are off.”

Shock flashes through his dark eyes as he stares down at me. A groan rumbles softly through his chest, and there’s a flash ofhunger in his eyes as he pulls me close. It’s the kind of look that makes my heart flip-flop in my chest. I rise up on my toes and tug him down to me, capturing his lips in a kiss that’s been a long time coming.

He groans deep in his throat, a sound that sends a shiver down my spine, and his arms wrap around me—solid, warm, and full of promise. The kiss escalates quickly, going from tender to toe-curling in seconds. It’s like we’re both pouring into this moment everything we’ve been feeling but haven’t said.

Grant breaks the kiss and lays his forehead against mine. “We should definitely take this inside,” he murmurs, his voice rough and full of that thrilling edge.

We stumble inside, barely able to keep our hands off each other as we cross the threshold. I hear Oreo trotting in behind us and heading straight for his bed in the living room. Grant kicks the door shut with a solidthunk, sealing out the cold and locking us in our own little universe of warmth and desire.

When we reach the front hallway, he pauses, pulling back just enough to search my eyes. “Are you sure?” The seriousness in his gaze cuts through the intense hunger, an anchor in the storm of emotions surging between us.

I nod, heart pounding, certain in a way that feels deep and right. “I’m very sure,” I promise him, my voice strong and steady, matching the flutter in my chest. “It’s time for you to make me your mate.”

His smile is triumphant and full of warmth. He kisses me again, and this time his lips devour mine. As his tongue slips inside my mouth, I melt against his muscular body.

His warm breath brushes against my skin as his lips move over the side of my neck. The light kiss sends electricity coursing down my spine. His lips move slowly, deliberately, up my chin, then along my cheekbones. Each soft kiss causes my hussy girly parts to wake up and tingle with anticipation.

Grant’s arms wrap around me, lifting me effortlessly off my feet before he carries me up the stairs. There’s something exhilarating and a little scary about being held close to his muscular chest, surrounded by his warmth and strength. I can’t help but smile as he easily navigates the staircase while kissing me, and my heart races faster with each step.

When he sets me down next to the bed, I feel a rush of anticipation fluttering in my stomach. The soft glow of the dimly lit room reflects off the wooden beams, making everything feel cozy and intimate. I glance down and watch as he takes his time, his fingers grazing over the hem of my shirt, slowly undressing me. Each gentle pull of fabric sends currents of excitement coursing through me.

Before I know it, I’m standing completely naked in front of him. I know I should feel a tiny bit of shyness, but this just feels right.

As he lays me back onto the bed, I feel the coolness of the sheets against my skin, contrasting with the heat radiating from my polar bear mate. His dark eyes move over my body as he steps back and removes his shirt, giving me a moment to drink in the sight of his broad shoulders, defined arms, and that mischievous glint in his eyes that always leaves me a little breathless and tingly all over.

I bite my lip, heat pooling in my cheeks as he tosses his shirt aside, revealing that perfect skin I’m dying to touch. My pulsequickens as I realize how incredibly lucky I am to have this incredible man as a mate.

“Are you ready for this, baby?” he asks, his voice deep and low, sending a shiver down my spine. “Once I bite your sweet neck, you’ll be mine forever.”

“More than ready for you to be mine, too.” My voice carries a mix of excitement and longing. “I’ve been ready since the moment I saw you,” slips out before I’m able to stop it.

“Then I should spank your gorgeous ass for making me wait.” His threat is anything but.

“You should.” I bite my bottom lip, shocked by my forwardness.

He smiles down at me with hunger shining in his dark eyes, and it feels like the whole world fades away, leaving just the two of us in this intimate bubble. Grant moves closer again, and I know that whatever happens next, it’s going to be unforgettable.

He slides his pants down his muscular legs, and I feel wetness dripping from my center from the vision of his massive cock bouncing up against his flat stomach.

He lays next to me before his hands glide over my skin, warm and gentle, creating little sparks of electricity with every caress. His fingers trail along my neck, tipping my head back just enough to expose my sensitive skin. He presses a tender kiss on the curve of my jaw, then slowly makes his way down to my neck, taking his sweet time as his lips explore every inch. “You’re so fucking perfect.” The sound of his voice sends my pulse racing.

“Hmmm.” His touch leaves me momentarily speechless, my heartbeat pounding in my ears, drowning out everything except the sensation of him. His hands glide down my back, causinggoosebumps to break out along my spine. When his lips find the hollow of my throat, his kiss lingers there as if savoring the chaotic pulse that races just beneath my skin.

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