Page 5 of Goldie & the Bear

“For what?” Marie asks, and this time her voice carries a note of frustration, making me let out a low, surprised chuckle.

“The right time? I don’t fucking know, baby. Haven’t been able to really think straight since you walked into my life.”

Marie chews on her juicy bottom lip, making my dick jumps. Fuck.

“And you think now is the right time?”

I pull her closer, her tits crashing into my chest, hard nipples brushing against the silky strands of fur covering me.

“I know the time has been right for me for a while, but I couldn’t tell for sure about you.”

Her eyes widen. “You couldn’t?”

I shake my head. “No, babe. I mean, I saw the way you look at me, and how your pulse goes faster around me. But I could never fully… sense it. I don’t know. You haven’t perfumed around me. I could never smell your arousal.”

My fucking mate is sitting in my lap, half-naked, and I want nothing but to rip off the rest of her clothes and fucking devour her. But this conversation is important. She needs to know. We need clarity. Bears and shifters of all sorts operate by clear rules. And consent is key between mates. If her body had given me all the right signs, I would have claimed Marie fucking months ago.

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MARIE

This is our moment of truth. I can’t hold back anything. I’m gone for this alpha. And if today, this godsend storm, is all I get, I’m done hiding.

I stare into the deep blue eyes of my handsome boss and admit, “Maverick, I’m an omega. There are many people out there who I’m not safe around. And one of the things Granny Edna taught me to protect myself was to always wear scent-blocking underwear.”

His indigo eyes widen in surprise. “Are you… are you saying you wanted me?” I nod. “All this fucking time?” There’s an edge laced through his words. A low growl that’s not exactly beastly but definitely not fully human anymore.

I get it. His bear is mad. Fuck, my bear has been rattling inside me for the past half-year now. All she wants is to meet Mav’s. But I was scared. Fuck, I’m still scared shitless. But this alpha is all I ever dreamed of. His body, his mind, his character, his very aura speak to me in a way no other male ever has. He’sso fucking beautiful. He tastes amazing, and his scent is driving me fucking wild.

“I’m sorry Mav’, I didn’t think you-”

Maverick interrupts me by crashing his mouth on mine. “Shut the fuck up and kiss me.”

My lips fall apart in an outraged gasp, and he takes advantage to plunder my mouth. Licking and swirling with his deliciously talented tongue. Fucking me with his mouth. His sharp teeth grazing my lips, the sting sending jolts of pleasure straight to my clit. I moan, rolling my hips onto his long, hard, thick shaft, feeling the round head of it poke at my apex through the layers of his sweats, my jeans and panties. Oh God…

Our mouths detach with a wet sound, and I stare at Maverick, feeling dazed, aroused, and completely out of my depth. His eyes are burning, his gaze devouring. And he looks fucking magnificent. All bee-stung lips, bearded face, hair all over the place. His broad chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. The glorious layer of fur all over his insane body. All those muscles on full display… Lord. ‘Alpha!’ my bear roars. And I don’t fight her. Not today. Today, I’m taking what we’ve been dying for. Any part of it we can get.

Mav slowly licks his full, pink bottom lip before dragging it between his strong, white teeth. The gesture is so erotic that I let out an involuntary whimper. His eyes glint with a mixture of ravenous hunger and dangerous playfulness. One corner of his mouth curled up in a devilish smirk.

And when he next speaks? There’s barely any trace of the sophisticated billionaire left.

“You fucking made us wait all this fucking time.” His low rumble is deceptively soft.

Maverick is a famished beast who has his prey cornered and wants to play with his food. He cups my breasts and squeezes the full, round globes, sending more waves of pleasure through mybody. His blazing gaze never leaving mine, he pinches my stiff nipples between his thick fingers, pulling and rolling until I’m a quivering mess.

“You’re gonna fucking pay for it, Omega.”

Oh shit!

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MAVERICK

I play with Marie’s tits until she’s moaning and whining, writhing, and trembling. The surrounding air saturated with the scent of her sweet slick. My mouth is dry, my throat parched with want. Fucking need. But my chest is filled with the sweet warmth of relief. She’s fucking mine. Has been from the start. I want nothing but to rip her jeans off her sweet ass and plunge inside her tight, hot sheath. But first, she needs to fucking beg for it.

“Stand,” I order, releasing her nipples.

Looking at me through dazed eyes, Marie pushes on my chest and stands on trembling legs. I fucking love seeing her undone like this. Fucking panting for me.

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