Page 7 of Fated to the Grizzly

“Sierra, unless you want to be laid out just like those clothes, you need to stop looking like you want me to finish drying you with my tongue.”

When all I did was slowly blink, he swore under his breath, growled, “I’ll go hit the shower,” then cut a wide path around the bed, and me, as if he crossed some invisible barrier around me he’d be burned. Me too, shifter, me too.

I spent the next ten minutes visualizing what I wanted to do to and with Mac. I’d been surprised when he’d begun to shift and a little turned on by his increased size. And when his claws had sprung out, only to quickly retract, it was weird and sexy all at the same time.

Many in the witch community had labeled all shifters monsters. But what I saw today proved they were no different than us or other supernatural beings. Mac had been able to control his shift and his grizzly’s baser instincts. Shifters simply went through an admittedly more dramatic physical change.

And there was no denying that I knew witches and vampires who used spells or glamour to change their appearance to suit the occasion. No, there was no reason to fear Mac or his inner monster and maybe I could convince him to show me his grizzly bear form.

The undeniable, sensual pull that emanated from him was dragging me closer to crossing the line he refused to step over earlier. This link between us had been growing stronger since I’d woken up. Maybe it was as simple as being my rescuer and I wanted to show him gratitude—with my body.

Or, maybe what he told me is true. That we’re fated mates. And even though I disavowed my coven and was no longer a practicing witch, even I understood the bonds mates shared were powerful and unbreakable. I shivered at the thought of being his for the rest of my life. It wasn’t as odd as I would have thought.

I took a quick look around the hotel room. So, the only room he could find was a penthouse suite, huh? Talk about sensory whiplash. From the depths of almost hell to five-star luxury in less than the time it takes to read one of my historical romances. Not bad for a former witch and children’s librarian from Inverness.

Continuing the sweep of my plush surroundings, I spied an alcove stocked with everything a guest could want: coffee, wine, liquor, snacks, nail polish, and condoms. The list went on, but no body lotion.

There was a posted note to call the concierge for anything else we required to make our stay pleasurable, so I dialed the extension listed. I had a bottle of moisturizing lotion delivered to the room within five minutes.

I’d have to make sure we added a generous tip to the bill since I had no cash. It made me wonder how Mac could afford such an upscale hotel. What did he do besides rescue women and shift into a grizzly? Did he hunt down demons as some supernatural bounty hunter?

There was so much I didn’t know about him, and yet I knew instantly he was someone I could trust. Was that what beinga fated mate felt like? Should I believe him simply because he rescued me?

There were so many questions running through my mind as I slathered on two coats of the silky lotion, I didn’t hear the door open. While marveling at the instant relief and rehydration of my poor skin, I’d allowed the robe to fall off my shoulders, and it now hung loosely at my elbows. My upper body totally exposed, my nipples puckering from the cool air. I had spread my legs to finish massaging the last of the lotion onto my calves and feet when a deep throated growl filled the room.

Mac stood as still as stone, his eyes flashed gold, and were locked between my thighs. My once dry curls became wet from his lustful gaze. And it suddenly no longer mattered how we met, the amount of time that had passed, that he was a grizzly shifter, or even if he was half crazy. My need was instant and I wanted him. Now.

“Sierra.” Mac released my name on a whisper-snarl combo that somehow made me wetter. I didn’t even feel the floor as I glided toward him, my robe pooling in a heap behind me. By the time I stepped into his personal space, he’d shed his clothes and the monster between his tree trunk thighs pointed toward me, its bulbous head glistening like my own personal beacon.

The anticipation, thick and visceral, enclosed around us. It felt as if we were in an unspoken contest of who’d pounce first. And then we were both winners as his lips claimed mine, and his hands cupped my ass, lifting me up against his cock. In a blur of tongues, desperate moans and mindless pleas, he tossed me on the bed the settled between my spread legs.

“Your scent is like a drug. I’ve craved it since the moment I stepped into that cursed cave. I’m going to drink my fill, mate, until my ears ring with your desperate pleas to make you come.”

His words gave my hips a life of their own as they lifted off the mattress, offering my slick, pulsing folds for his promised attention. “Please,” I begged.

The first swipe of his tongue was an electric shock. Mac swirled, flicked and teased my clit until the spiral of my orgasm began, then he’d stop and start over. Soon, liquid warmth filled my core. Then sweet, sweet pain took over and my inner walls pulsed out the longest orgasm I’d ever achieved.

Oh. My.

Talk about promises fulfilled. I was undone. “Mac,” I sighed dreamily.

“Yes, love?”

“Don’t call me that.” I shouldn’t get too mad at him, but I didn’t need false emotions either. We just met and I needed him inside of me.

“Yes, love.” He repeated. Humor laced his tone.

“Why’d you stop?” Did my voice sound sleepy? No, I wanted more. I’d already slept long enough.

But instead of progressing to the next logical step, and burying his spectacular cock inside me.Would it even fit? Mac wrapped an arm around my middle and spooned me against his broad chest. “Sleep, Sierra. We’ll discuss next steps after you’ve rested.”

He didn’t have to tell me twice. But as good as I felt at the moment, I couldn’t help but drift off to thoughts that somehow the magic that I’d fought so hard to suppress had not only been reignited since he rescued me, but unbelievably after my orgasm.

If I took the next step with him, I may never find my way back to the life I’d so carefully created for myself. Then my last thought as I drifted back to sleep was what if I wasn’t strong enough to step into the role Mac said has always been mine?

Chapter

Six

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