Page 47 of Fated to the Grizzly

He taps my chest with his fingertip. “No, Scout, all because of you.”

“Okay, well, a bit because of me.”

“So, what’s next?” he says. “College? An internship?”

I bite my lip. I’ve refused to think about any of this stuff until I got my GED, because I was worried it would jinx it. Then I gaze over the terrace rail at the morning sunshine illuminating the forest—our forest. “I don’t think I want to leave here,” I say.

He frowns. “We’ll come back for college vacations. But now’s your time to go out into the world. Enjoy all that stuff you’ve been missing out on.”

I sigh. It’s funny—since I met my mate, I haven’t felt like I’m missing anything. We spend a lot of time here, in our amazing house. The rest of the time, we hang out with his awesome clan in their territory, and I couldn’t be happier.

“Okay, we’re going out for a celebration dinner tonight. Somewhere fancy. Cocktails first.”

I grin. He’s a big ol’ grizzly, and his beast is happiest when it’s in the forest. Hell, it could probably spend the rest of its life there. But he always makes sure to take me out and show me a good time.

“Okay. If you insist. Maybe I’ll wear my new dress.”

A sound escapes his lips. He coughs to cover it, but he’s not quick enough. I hear his bear’s possessive growl. My new dressiskinda skimpy. It has a plunging neckline and cut outs on the sides.

“Good idea,” he chokes out.

My grin gets wider. “But won’t your bear be riled up all night?” I say innocently.

He shakes his head, and his eyes get that tell-tale glow. “Not if we tire it out first.”

“And how are we gonna do that?” I put my fingertip in my mouth and suck it.

“Jesus, Scout,” he groans. A second later, he’s tearing my T-shirt off. It’s the only thing I’m wearing, and now I’m stark naked, bathed by the warm sunshine.

Orion stares at me, a growl of pure desire pouring from his lips. Every time, it’s like the first time. He makes me feel like the most desirable woman in the world.

He’s not wearing anything, of course, and his cock is already rock hard and ready for me.

At the sight of it, my pussy starts to throb, and I feel moisture pooling at the tops of my thighs.

He flips me around and walks me over to the edge of the terrace. A moment later, he’s pressing the head of his cock to my soaking wet entrance.

I love the way Orion touches me and goes down on me with his amazing tongue. But sometimes, there’s no foreplay required.

Sometimes, all I need is to bend over the terrace rail and have my big, grizzly mate take me from behind.

EPILOGUE

Eight years later

“Where are you?” Castor asks. My five-year-old son is lying on his back, little hands cushioning his head while he stares up at a perfect starry night.

“You see that cluster of stars over there?” Orion points to three bright stars aligned in a row. “That’s Orion’s belt. That’s where he carried his weapons as he roamed the skies.”

“And where’s mom?”

“You see those stars that form a V-shape? They’re real faint because they’re far away.”

“I see them!” Castor exclaims, as he does every time we have this conversation. Which is once a week at least.

“Well, that’s the Pisces constellation. Two fish connected together.”

“And where are we?” Pollux, my other five-year-old son shrills. He’s standing up, hands shoved in the pocket of his pajamas, mouth open in wonder.

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