Page 7 of Goldie & the Bear

‘Claim our mate!’ my bear roars. And as if she’d heard him, Marie cries, “yes!” And I’m fucking done for.

I push inside her wet, hot, tight cunt, the sensation of her taking me like nothing I ever experienced. So fucking perfect. So damn good. So right. With my eyes closed tight, my hands digging into the soft flesh of her round hips, I thrust slow, tortuously, maddeningly, deliciously beautiful inside my female. And when I’m sheathed to the hilt, I gather her in my arms, plastering my front to her back, cup her generous tits with my big hands, and bury my face in the crook of her neck. I stay like that, letting her get used to my size. Savoring the first time our fleshes join. It feels like a fucking miracle. The way my cockpulsates inside Marie, still fucking growing. My face in her soft hair, lungs filled with her scent, I lick at the tender flesh of her neck and Marie shakes all over, whimpering like a she-bear in heat. And I can only growl into her ear, “mate.”

Marie nods frantically, giving me permission to fucking make her mine. But that’s not enough. I need her fucking words.

“Say it,” I demand. “Say you’re fucking mine… my mate!”

She moans again, her pussy spasming around my cock, massaging me in the most delicious, most torturous way. I lower a hand between her legs, sliding between her folds to play with her clit, teasing her nipples with my other fingers.

She lets out a cry of pleasure, slick squirting all over my palm, followed by, “I’m yours! Fuck me! Please, Alpha!”

“Fuck yeah.”

I close my lips at the juncture of her neck and shoulder and sink my teeth into the delicate flesh, marking her, making her mine for the entire world to see, for eternity and beyond. And all hell breaks fucking loose. The electric jolt that courses through our joined bodies is earth-shattering. I tenderly lick at her abused flesh, coating it, like mates have done for millennia to soothe the sting of their marks and help the healing process.

When I pull back, only leaving my throbbing cockhead inside her cunt, Marie whines and writhes in frustration, making me grin. I slam back home with a wicked thrust. And she falls back on all fours, submitting to her alpha’s rutting. Roaring up to the skies, I slam into my omega over and over, in a blur of slapping skin, wet sex noises, loud growls and moans. Our scents mixing, our bodies moving in perfect harmony as Marie fucks herself back on my throbbing cock.

“You feel so fucking good, mate!”

“No… you feel amazing, my alpha!”

Her words trigger an orgasm the likes of which I’ve never experienced. Pulling her back into my arms, I piston inside her,pinching a nipple with one hand and her clit with the other. Then order, “fucking come! Now, Mate!”

Marie lets out a long wail, her entire body shaking, her pussy spasming, her sweet honey gushing between us. I feel my balls tighten so much that it hurts, my knot throbbing with the need to be inside her. When I thrust inside Marie as far as I can, she’s ready for me. Taking my thick flesh through her spread pussy lips. My cum sprays her inner walls. Rope after rope of thick cream. My knot holding us joined. The pleasure exploding through my body is mind-blowing. I’ll never get enough of this woman. An entire lifetime with her won’t be enough.

I breathe out, “mine,” and curl my large body around her soft one, lying us down on the thick carpet in front of the fireplace. My knot holding my semen inside my mate.

Marie snuggles deep into my embrace, purring. Everything in the world is as it should be.

Five

After The Storm

MARIE

I let my eyes travel over Mav’s body. His colossal frame is barely covered by the sheet that’s tangled around his middle. He’s sleeping with one leg bent at the knee, the other stretched. His thick, muscled thighs are on full display. The wide expanse of his broad back, all that beautiful olive skin, is almost entirely hidden by his bear’s fur. His thick, jet black hair is messy. Even his wild beard can’t mask his handsome features. God, he’s beautiful. Both in his magnificent human form and the savage beast lying underneath the surface.

I stare at the long lashes fanning his cut cheekbones. His full lips parted in slumber. The straight line of his strong, masculine nose. I want nothing but to climb back into bed and snuggle into his warmth. Let him wrap my body in his muscular arms.Bury my neck in the crook of his shoulder and get drunk on his woodsy scent. Feel him all around my body. Inside me.

I shake myself out of the dangerous turn my thoughts are taking. Maverick Ursinus isn’t mine and he will never be. He’s a fantasy come to life. A dream I was blessed enough to get a taste of. He’s the alpha who gave me more pleasure than I could have ever imagined. The bear that made me feel more safe than I have since my parents died when I was just a teenager. He’s the one I will measure every male to for the rest of my days. Nothing else.

He’s not mine to have and keep. Maverick is so far out of my league it’s laughable. A billionaire bear shifter with the world at his feet. What could he possibly see in a nobody like me beyond a quick fling? A way to scratch an itch before he moves on to someone more suitable. Someone who can stand at his side in the spotlight, not a shy wallflower like me.

I wipe a lone tear away from my cheek with trembling fingers, and tiptoe my way out of the cabin. Rushing into the hazy dawn light before my dream man awakens. Leaving like a coward before the fantasy comes crumbling down.

My heart clenches painfully with each step I take away from Maverick. From the bed where he claimed me so thoroughly. It feels wrong to leave him, to slink away like a thief in the night. But I can’t bear the humiliation of being cast aside. Of seeing regret in his eyes.

So I run. I run from the best thing that’s ever happened to me. The only man I’ve ever loved. Because I know, deep down, that I’m not enough. I’ll never be enough for someone like him.

Tears blur my vision as I stumble to my car. The icy morning aircuts through my thin coat, but it’s nothing compared to the chill settling in my soul. I’m doing the right thing, I try to convince myself. Leaving before I’m left.

But it doesn’t ease the ache in my chest. The hollow feeling that I’m making the biggest mistake of my life.

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MAVERICK

I wake up smiling like a lovesick fool, but when I stretch an arm to reach for my omega, her side of the bed is empty. Blinking away the last dregs of sleep, I call for Marie. But there’s no answer. I roll my shoulders and crack my neck, feeling a delicious soreness in my body from hours of claiming my mate. I sit up, dropping my feet to the floor. My eyes meet the hairy paws of my bear. I turned in my sleep. Not surprising. Between how close I’ve been with my hibernation looming and the rush of finally claiming my omega, I’m more surprised I didn’t breed Marie in my bear form.

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