Page 22 of Chosen By The Grizzly

With a cry, I throw myself into his arms and press my head against his big, warm chest.

“It’s okay, honey,” he murmurs in my ear. “It’s over now. They’re all safe.”

“Thank you, so, so much,” I say. “I just hope they keep their word.”

“Callie, listen to me.” He holds me at arms’ length. “I don’t give a damn about their word. All I care about is you. And right now, I’m taking you home.”

Home.The word, spoken in his sexy, growly voice vibrates through my ears like the sweetest song.

“Let’s go,” I say.

8

Jason

My mate is on my back. Her thighs are wrapped tight around my body, and her sweet face is nestled into my fur. I’m taking her home, and I’m gonna claim her at last. My blood is running in my veins like lava. All I can think about is plunging my cock into her tiny virgin pussy, and giving her the mark that will show every male in the world that she’s mine. I could barely tolerate my buddies looking at her with lust in their eyes. Even though they were doing me a solid, my beast was ready to rip their heads off.

Well, I can’t blame them. Anyone with a pulse would go crazy for her gorgeous curves.

But no one else is going to touch her. Ever.

My beast is charging faster, faster, desperate to get her indoors. My night vision is flawless, and I could easily sprint flat out through the densest forests, but I hold it back, try to make the journey as comfortable as possible for my girl. She’s been through so much today. It must be overwhelming. I hear her little sighs and gasps as my speed startles her, but I know she trusts me. I sense it deep in my soul.

The scent of my little cabin fills my nostrils yards before it appears. For years, it’s been my hiding place. A barrier between me and the world. But now it’s truly a home. Because I’m going to bring my mate here. I just hope that it’ll be good enough for her.

She makes a little sound as the stout front door comes into view—kind of relief and anticipation mixed together. When I stop on the pathway, she slides off my back.

I don’t waste any time. I force my beast back inside me and become a man again.

A naked man.

No point trying to hunt down a fig leaf now. The first time she saw me I was naked, and she didn’t run away from my monster dick. I’ve even gotten the impression she kinda likes it.

Well, there’ll be time for that soon.

But first, I’m gonna treat her like the princess she is.

I sweep her up in my arms, kick the front door open, and carry her over the threshold.

The soft, interior lights come on automatically, and she gives a little sigh of appreciation.

She likes it.

My beast bounds beneath my chest. I admit, it’s a pretty cozy cabin for a mountain man. First of all, it’s a lot bigger than a typical mountain cabin. The front room is compact, but then the building extends way back. I need my space, even when I’m just storming around by myself.

Secondly, it’s furnished in a style they call rustic chic. Being the always-in-the-public-glare guy I used to be, I didn’t have access to genuine old furniture. Instead, I ordered it from some dumb, expensive-as-shit Hollywood store. But from Callie’s reaction, I’m real glad I got it. I want her to be delighted by everything she sees, and so comfortable here she never even thinks of leaving.

She insists on taking off her shoes by the door, then she steps on my fur rugs with her beautiful bare feet, wriggling her toes delightedly.

I give her the grand tour, my excitement growing with every step.

She’s adorable. She exclaims about this and that—the fitted kitchen with plenty of cooking stuff, the huge bathroom, with the hot tub in the corner and the extra-large rainforest shower. The three guest bedrooms; the study. As we approach the master bedroom, I can barely keep ahold of myself. My bear presses up against my skin as I open the door and I wind up slamming it back against its hinges. A little more dramatic than I intended.

She lets out a little gasp. Well, the bed is massive. Plenty of space for a big ol’ grizzly and his mate to roll around all night. It’s wooden, and so is all the furniture. The lighting is soft and the comforter is blue plaid, and for some reason, I changed the sheets this morning and piled a bunch of cushions over the pillows. Almost like I was expecting someone.

I watch as her gaze sweeps over the bed. Then it comes back to rest on me. On my face, my cock. Which is already sticking out at half-mast.

Damn.

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