Page 14 of Cuffed By My Mate

“What do you like to eat?” She asks.

“I’m not picky.”

“What’s your favorite food?”

“A hot fudge brownie sundae.”

“Really?” She asks with a wide smile.

“Yeah, I have a pretty big sweet tooth,” I admit.

“I used to make my own ice cream,” she tells me, and my eyebrows rise.

“Really? Is it hard?”

“No. I had a machine when I was younger, but it broke a while ago.”

“We’ll get you another one.”

I make a mental note to order her an ice cream maker and some other baking and cookware for my mate. My bear nods in agreement. He’s so happy to see her happy. So am I.

We finish eating, and I stand to clear the table and get started on the dishes. Vera joins me, and we stand side by side at the sink, working together in perfect harmony. It feels so good to be with our mate. It’s like everything has fallen into place.

“What else do you like to do for fun?” I ask her as I load the dishwasher.

“I like to read. Um, sometimes I’d watch TV. I had a little one in my room.”

“What did you do with your friends?” I ask her, and she swallows hard and looks away.

“I didn’t have any,” she mumbles.

“None?” I ask in shock, and my bear growls.

Don’t make her feel bad!He snaps at me.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. I just mean, you’re so nice and friendly.”

“I didn’t get out much.”

I want to ask her why, but I can tell that she’s starting to get upset, so I change the subject.

“Want to watch a movie?” I ask, tugging her into my arms.

As soon as our bodies touch, a flame ignites inside of me, and my eyes lock with Vera’s. I can smell her desire and my bear roars inside of me.

Claim her!He commands, and I do just that.

My lips slam down on hers, and she reacts to me instantly. She wraps her arms around me and presses her hips against mine.

“Bedroom?” She asks as I trail kisses down her neck.

“Uh-huh.”

Her hands find my pants button, and then she’s undoing the button and tugging the zipper down. When her fingers slip inside my boxers and wrap around my cock, I groan.

“Can I?” She asks, and my eyebrows rise.

“Can you… what?”

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