Page 22 of The Alpha Grizzly's Mate

“So are you.” He ran hands down my back.

I kissed my way down his body, worshipping every inch. When I reached his hips, my mate’s breath hitched. I looked up, meeting his eyes. He nodded, eyes dark with desire.

“Please.”

As I took him in my mouth, he gasped, his fingers tangling in my hair. The sounds he made drove me wild. I savored his taste, his scent, the way his body responded to my every touch. I worked his cock and played with his needy hole until he was about to come and his hold on my hair tightened.

“Levi, please. I need to come when you’re inside me.”

As if I could deny him anything.

I moved back up, kissing him deeply. “Are you sure?” I asked. This was our first time, and I wanted it to be exactly what he desired.

“Yes. Gods, yes. Make me yours, Levi. Knot me. Mark me. Seal our mating.”

Slowly, I entered him, giving him time to adjust to my girth. We both moaned at the sensation. It was as if he was made for me, and I supposed in a way he was, just as I was for him. I paused once I was fully seated, peppering his face with soft kisses.

“Move.” Colton wrapped his legs around my waist. “For the love of the goddess, please move. I need this.”

I began to thrust slowly at first, then building speed. Colson met me movement for movement, our bodies in perfect sync.

“Levi, I’m close,” he gasped.

“Then come for me, my sexy mate. Show me how good I make you feel.”

I felt him tighten around me, his teeth sinking into my shoulder, marking me as his own as his cum shot out between us. I followed right after, biting down on his collarbone, claiming him as mine as my knot grew and I filled him with my seed.

As our orgasms subsided, I held him close, our bodies still joined. “I love you,” I whispered.

“I love you too, Levi. I love you, too.”

Chapter Fourteen

Colson

We’d been at the den for a couple of days, and I was settling in nicely. It was so different from living at my childhood mansion and even the places I’d lived while in school. Sure, there was more nature surrounding us, but it was beyond that. I’d never felt like I truly belonged before.

The kids were loving it, too—loving the freedom of going outside and playing, loving being spoiled by my mate’s aunt, as well as pretty much every single pack member, loving being surrounded by people who adored them. I’d do anything to erase their memories of all the horrors that had come before we found them. They say kids are resilient, and that was true, but I didn’t want them to need to be. And I was going to make sure nothing like that happened to them again…ever.

My mate and I were still learning new things about each other daily. I knew his favorite game growing up, jacks, and the first movie he saw in a theater. He, in turn, heard far too many ramblings about books I’d read or wanted to read. We were enjoying exploring our new bond together.

It was still hard to believe that only a couple of weeks ago, I thought I was going to be stuck working with my father forever, that he’d never let me go, and that I was going to be miserable and alone. And yet, here I was, living the dream life I never dared wish for.

I wasn’t a fool. I knew that everything wasn’t sunshine and roses and that eventually, I’d have to face my father. He wasn’t one to lose without a fight. But, for now, none of our intel indicated he knew it was us, and I was choosing to believe it.

I was a fool.

When I took the trash out back, my wolf started to push. And then the breeze shifted, and I understood why. Hanging in the air was the scent of a wolf, and not just any wolf either… My father. He’d been here, or at least close by. His scent was very, very weak, but it was definitely him.

I shucked off my clothes, took my fur, and followed his scent. For a split second, I thought I should tell my mate first, but that would result in him hunting my father down. In a fair fight, my mate would tear my father to shreds. But, with my father, there was never a fair fight. There would be guns, a bodyguard or five, and the willingness to do anything to win. My mate wouldn’t be able to compete with that and come out the other side victorious. No. I needed to do this alone.

If my father was here and allowing me to scent him at all, it was because he wanted me to find him. This wasn’t about taking the kids back or harming us. Had it been, he’d have done so already. That was his way. I was safe, as safe as someone could be with the man.

I followed his scent straight to his car. He was already back in human form, wearing his suit, one of his fucking bodyguards in the car, one who wouldn’t be at all upset if he had to take a shot at me. If anything, he’d relish the death and blood. He was good at his job because he lived for the kill.

None of my father’s men hid their disdain for me, but this particular one, it was mixed with a natural blood thirst. It was a good thing I hadn’t told my mate what I was up to.

“We need to talk.” He wasn’t asking for a conversation; he was demanding it.

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