Page 60 of Hunny and the Bear

Brows raised, Tank did as instructed, though he was fairly certain she’d already messed up. “This better?”

Sighing, Hunny began her cutting anew, and after a few minutes she asked, “What kind of birthing videos? Like the whole thing?”

“I don’t know,” Tank admitted, scratching his chin. “Didn’t ask.” To be fair, he hadn’t clarified exactly what he was after when he’d approached his mother about wanting to learn everything he could about shifter pregnancies, but he knew she wouldn’t steer him wrong with the educational videos and books she’d ordered for him to read.

“I don’t know if I can watch something like that, Henry. I mean, experiencing it will be more than enough for me,” she answered with a small shudder.

Tank shrugged. “I’m interested in seeing the process.”

He also didn’t want to be unprepared for whenever Hunny gave birth in several months’ time. What if something happened while she was in labor and she needed him? He refused to be a bumbling idiot when it mattered most, unsure of how to help when something as simple as a video had been available beforehand.

Hunny stilled beside him. “You’re going to watch those videos?” she asked quietly.

Tank shrugged. “At least until the books I ordered come in. They don’t have anything on shifter pregnancies, but Mom told me a lot of the information is the same, give or take.”

“Henry … you’d do all that for me?” Hunny’s voice held a soft note to it he’d never quite heard before.

Unable to help himself, Tank turned his head right as she cut another section of hair, ignoring the sharp curse that fell from her lips. He gazed at her in adoration. “Of course. I’d do anything for you, little rabbit.”

Hunny stared at him with a very long, uneven chunk of his brown hair clutched between her fingers. “IthinkIloveyou,” she blurted out in a rush.

Tank’s mouth dropped open, and he froze in place, staring at her in bewilderment.

What did she just say? But she’d told Nessa she wasn’t—that she didn’t—

“Oh God, you’re not saying anything. Y-you know what? I didn’t mean it. I-it was a joke. Haha, got you!” Hunny declared shrilly, looking like she’d swallowed a bug. She turned away from him, moving into the living room as he stared after her, still bumbling to herself. “Oh wow, I just remembered that I needed to do literally anything else. Alone. By myself. I’m just going to head upstairs—”

Tank didn’t let her take another step before he was on her, grabbing her around the waist and spinning her beautiful ass around. He pinned her against the back of the couch, caging her in with his body.

Pressing himself fully against her, he cupped her face, tilting her head upward until she was forced to meet his gaze. She stared at him shyly, and it killed him to see that she’d teared up slightly.

“Tell me what you said, little rabbit,” Tank all but growled, his voice thick with a need that stabbed all the way to his soul. “I need to hear you say it.”

He might just die if she didn’t.

Hunny licked her lips. “I don’t know what you mean—”

“I love you,” Tank interrupted, not wanting to waste another minute without telling her how he felt. She’d already admitted it, anyway, even if she was nervous to do so again. “I think I knew you were meant to be mine when you bit the shit out of my hand, Hunny. Or maybe when I realized that everything aboutyou calls to me. Your scent. How excited you get over anything and everything. The sweet way you laugh,” he murmured.

He watched intently as several emotions crossed Hunny’s face. Surprise. Shock. A tiny sliver of fear. And then she melted into him, her vivid emerald gaze softening as her hands found his chest, fingers curling into his shirt.

She opened her mouth, and he could practically hear her confession of love ringing in his ears. Only, it wouldn’t be said this time in a rush, followed up by confusion and a hasty retreat. No, this time she’d say those three little words, and he’d let them sink in, enjoying every syllable.

Imagine Tank’s surprise when Hunny instead declared firmly, “I want to mate with you, Henry.”

Twenty Four

There was a roaring in Tank’s ears as Hunny looked up at him, hope and love shining in her eyes as she asked, “Will you, Henry? Will you be my ma—”

Tank plucked her up into his arms, her small squeak of surprise muffled as he planted his lips on hers, his tongue invading her mouth as he moved to the stairs. She tasted sweet, and as he swallowed her soft moan of need, she tasted likehis.

He wanted her, needed her more than anything else in this world. And he wouldn’t give her a chance to change her mind; Hunny was his forever. He’d felt it since he’d first drawn her scent into his lungs. He just hadn’t realized it then. But he did now, and he wouldn’t squander this opportunity.

As he fumbled his way up the stairs, Hunny ripped the towel off his shoulders, reaching for his shirt next and yanking it clumsily up and over his head. The cloth separated their lips for barely a second before he was crushing his mouth back to hers, tasting her again like a starved male finally given nourishment.

He wasn’t sure how they made it upstairs without him tripping over his own feet, but they did, and he moved straight for the bed, the urge to mate her dogging his every move. Making him desperate, needy.

Dropping her gently onto the bed, Tank tugged on the waistband of his jeans, nearly breaking the zipper in his haste to get the damned thing off. He couldn’t take his eyes off his little rabbit, his gaze riveted to Hunny as she grabbed the bottom of her shirt—hisshirt that she liked to wear around his cabin like a nightgown—and lifted it, exposing the apex of her naked thighs.

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