Page 22 of Fated to the Grizzly

“Whoa,” I mutter at last, my body going limp.

When I next open my eyes, Orion is looking at me with appreciation. “Wild woman,” he says in an undertone. Then he gathers me up in his arms. “So fucking sexy, Scout.” He kisses me softly, tenderly. I’m so relaxed, I’m barely aware that he’s carrying me across the pool.

“I better get you to bed. You’ve had a long day.”

8

Orion

My dick can’t take any more. Before I’ve even closed Scout’s bedroom door, I grasp it in my fist. It’s swollen like crazy, veins standing out all around it and precum dripping from the head.

It took everything I had not to stick it into my girl tonight. The way she kept riding it; her tight little virgin hole pushing down on it, all wet and slippery, like she was inviting me in. She’s so luscious. So ripe and ready for me.

I know she’s mine, of course. No other man is ever going to touch her. But before I take her, I need her to know about my beast. Get her ready for my mark.

I leave her door open a crack. She’s asleep already. After she multiple-orgasmed under my tongue, she got all soft and sleepy. Not so sleepy that she didn’t try to get at my dick one more time. But I knew she needed her rest. I towel-dried her hair, then I put her to bed in one of the guest rooms. I’ve got all kinds of nice things for her to wear, but there was no time to show her all that. Instead, she slid between the sheets buck naked.

I can’t resist peeking into the room one more time. It’s dark, but my beast’s keen eyesight has no trouble picking out her lovely features. Her thick eyelashes closed in sleep. Those pursed cherry lips. I wonder how they’ll feel around my cock. Her little jaw stretching wide to accommodate me?—

Fuck.

There’s a splattering sound as my cum hits the door. Hadn’t even realized I’d been pumping my dick, but now my seed is spurting from the end of it like a firehose.

Should’ve been flooding her womb instead, my beast growls.

Soon,I tell it.And every day after that.Just like I told Scout while I was eating her pussy.

Well, it’s best she knows what to expect from mating a horny shifter.

Still, my bear smirks at the sight of my cum dripping down her door. It’s a simple beast, and like all animals, it likes to mark its territory.

9

Orion

Ididn’t sleep a whole lot last night. My beast was too darn excited to let me rest.

Now I’ve found my mate at long last, and it knows she’s asleep under my roof, a jerk-off wasn’t gonna be enough to satisfy it. Nope. It needed outta me. Eventually, I had to get up and head out into the wilderness for an almighty hunting session.

But as soon as I hit the forest, a bunch of unfamiliar scents assailed my nostrils. My beast wasmad. This ismyterritory—here and for miles around. It’s marked every inch of it, with its claws or its piss, and other predators know better than to invade it. But last night, the undergrowth was humming with the stink of a horde of different shifters. They’ve probably been tracking Scout from the moment her dad dumped her on the roadside. Can’t say I blame them. Her innocent, ripe scent must have been fucking intoxicating. They were probably oblivious to anything other than claiming her.

Not. Fucking. Happening.

My beast went a little crazy, tearing up everything in its path. Warnings of what’s gonna happen to anyone who thinks they can invade my space. It wouldn’t quit until it’d patrolled the whole territory twice over—and caught enough meat to last for a month. Probably a good thing, because I’m darn sure that as soon as I’ve gotten my cock inside my girl, I won’t want to go anywhere for a long, long time.

I yawn and stretch as I bound out of bed. Despite the short sleep, I feel good. Full of energy. All these years I’ve been preparing for Scout’s arrival, and here she is at last. Even more delicious and sexy than I’d hoped. I can’t wait to show her around the rest of the house, explain to her that everything here is hers.

I go to the kitchen and set about making breakfast. I wonder what she likes to eat. She seemed so grateful for everything last night. Poor thing. Sounds like she’s been living on junk all of her life. From now on, I’m gonna make sure every meal is fit for a queen.

Because she is a queen. The most regal and exquisite being that ever lived.

I wind up laying out all the possible ingredients on the counter so I can see what catches her eye: eggs, bacon, milk, flour, hollandaise sauce, mayo. Spinach, mushrooms, sausages, maple syrup, wild berry jam, granola, bread—white and wholegrain—smoked salmon, muffins.

Everything is fresh or homemade; nothing comes out of a packet. Even before I knew how crazy her family is and the diet her father has been subjecting them all to, I sensed she’d want to eat healthy, wholesome food.

Every nerve in my body is on high alert, waiting for Scout to emerge from her slumber. But it’s still early, I remind myself. She needs her rest.

I make a coffee with my fancy machine. I bought it for Scout. The fates were kinda vague on whether she liked coffee or not, but I didn’t want to take any chances. It’s the best that money can buy, and every morning I challenge myself to make a better one than the day before. Think I’ve got cappuccinos just about perfect now. I even sprinkle a bunch of cocoa powder on top in a pretty heart pattern. If my clanmates saw me doing that, they’d laugh their furry asses off. Believe it or not, I’ve always been the biggest, toughest bear in the clan. The one most likely to give up on civilized living and sleep in a cave. And then two things happened: I accidentally came up with a business idea that humans went crazy for, and the fates told me to go prepare for my mate.

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