Page 38 of Cowboy Bear's Hope

Avery is mine.

And for the first time ever, I knew what it felt like to truly be at ease.

“That was so,” she murmured, lifting her sleepy eyes to mine.

“Yeah, it was, Honey. S’Perfect.”

Chapter Eleven-Avery

I didn’t remember going to bed, but I woke up in the middle of a king-sized one, covered in soft sheets and feeling deliciously sore.

The floor to ceiling window overlooking the yard showed a world covered in white. I smiled at the picturesque winter wonderland and allowed myself a moment to simply enjoy it before the weight of reality settled in.

Last night, I’d slept with Dante. More than that. I allowed him to claim me.

Butterflies went wild inside my stomach and I bit my bottom lip, trying to remember everything Penny told me about mating bites and all those paranormal romance novels we’d been reading.

Shit.

With all the boinking going on last night, I forgot to ask one pretty big question. Was I gonna turn into a Bear?

Fear and insecurity filled me, and I was halfway to hyperventilating when Dante came in with a mug of coffee in his hands.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, placing the steaming mug on the side table and sitting down next to me.

“Am I going to turn into a Bear now?”

“What? No,” he scoffed, then he nodded. “I see. You’re thinking about Penny. Um, her situation is different. See, Max isn’t a regular Shifter. Jersey Devils were created with a different kind of magic.”

“Oh,” I said, not really understanding.

“Good morning,” he whispered, and dipped his head.

I didn’t know why I should feel shy with him. After all, he’d kissed, nibbled, and worshipped every inch of me the night before. But my cheeks were burning.

I held the sheet to my breasts as he pressed his lips to mine in a sweet, chaste kiss. But that only lasted a moment. I moaned as he wrapped his hands around my neck, tilting my head and deepening our kiss.

“Rosalie?”

“We made pancakes for breakfast, then Kian and Jed came to take her to feed the goats on their 4-wheelers a little while ago. I figured it was okay.”

“Oh, nice. She loves goats. So, we’re alone?”

“We’re alone,” he confirmed.

“Good,” I said, dropping the sheet.

I wasn’t normally such a physical person, but with Dante, I was insatiable. I grabbed his shirt, tugging on it until he whipped it off, and I moaned as his big, warm body crushed mine into the mattress.

“Too heavy?” he asked, rearing up.

I shook my head, loving the way his eyes bled to black as he looked me over from head to toe.

“Fuck, Honey. You look so good in the morning. I gotta have you,” he said.

“Please,” I begged, eyes crossing as he closed his mouth over one beaded nipple.

Dante sucked and tugged on each one, doing impossible things with his lips and mouth. I couldn’t even comprehend it.

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