Page 28 of Cowboy Bear's Hope

“Are you saying I’m your fated mate? But I can’t be,” she said, shaking her head at the same time wonder filled her tone.

She moved back, and I allowed it. Hating how cold I felt as she stood between my splayed legs, her hands covering her mouth.

“I’ve been waiting for you my whole life, Honey,” I whispered, tracing circles on her waist where I still loosely held her.

I just couldn’t bring myself to let her go completely. Not just yet. Not till she told me to.

“I won’t force you. I won’t use tricks or wiles to seduce you. Not that I’d even know how. But I’ll be true to you, Avery. If you choose me, I swear I will do everything in my power to be worthy of you and little Rosie.”

“So you mean you want to claim me? Like have sex?” she asked, her voice going incredibly high on the last word.

“I want to claim you, yes. But I need you to understand this won’t be just sex for me. It can’t be. If I take you, if I make you mine, it’s forever. My Bear won’t survive if you walked away,” I said, and braced myself for rejection.

“And you don’t mind about Rosie? That she’s not yours?”

“Honey, ever since I met that little girl, my Bear has been calling her his cub. If you say yes, she’ll be mine, same as if I fathered her. Same as any other cubs you might want to give me someday,” I whispered, confessing my most sacred hope.

“I-I don’t know, Dante. I mean, I thought you hated me. But I feel?—”

“What do you feel?” I asked, pushing away the hurt that slapped at me when she said she thought I hated her.

“Warm and wet. I want you so badly,” she whimpered and pressed her thighs together.

“You don’t have to decide right now,” I said, giving her as much of an out as I could.

“But what about? I mean,” she murmured, motioning to the obvious erection beneath my jeans.

“Don’t worry about that. Come here, Honey. Let me make you feel good,” I growled, sucking in her heady scent greedily like the beggar I was.

“Dante,” she whimpered, allowing me to pull her close.

Lifting her shirt, I kissed her belly first. She ran her fingers through my hair, and I moaned, nibbling and licking a path upwards, all the way to her cotton-covered breasts.

The simple underwear should have been plain. But on her it was sexy as fuck. I pulled on the cups until her heavy mounds spilled from them, falling into my waiting hands.

“Fuck, Honey. You’re so beautiful,” I groaned and suckled her one at a time.

Avery responded instantly. Climbing back onto my lap and holding me tight while I lavished attention on her.

My cock was dripping precum inside my pants, but I didn’t give a fuck. I wasn’t going to stop.

“Oh God. Dante, please,” she moaned, her hips moving restlessly as she sought something that seemed just out of reach.

“What do you need, Honey? Tell me and you can have it.”

She looked at me with her pupils completely blown and she licked her lips, sealing my fate just like that.

It didn’t matter if Avery only wanted this from me. I was helpless to deny her. And if it meant my total and complete ruination, then so be it.

I would do anything for this woman.

Even slit my own throat, metaphorically speaking.

Grrrrr.

Chapter Nine-Avery

Heaven.

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