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His bear was as close as she'd ever felt it and yet she knew he... they would never hurt her.

"Love you..."

Again, she heard them both in Ash's voice.

Suzannah tried to turn around, but he had her trapped between his body and the door frame.

She looked up over her shoulder at him. "Here," her voice shook, "love me here."

He lifted her up as he moved them inside, the tin of rolls fell to the floor and she tried to reach for it, but he growled, "Leave it."

"But I wanted you to eat it."

He laid her down on the floor, her back against a rag rug that cushioned her, "I have other things I want to eat."

"Oh," she whispered as he took her dress in his hands, looking down at her for permission, "please."

His eyes were dark and Suzannah stared back.

"That's my bear, Suzannah." She only heard Ash in his voice, but she recognized that what was looking back at her wasn't. "He wanted to see you the way I'm going to see you. To... love you. Flesh to flesh."

She shivered, her nipples already pebbled and tight.

"Please, Ash. I want you against my skin."

Her dress tore like paper in his hands and she heard his growl as she lifted her hands and opened the front of her bra.

He looked at her breasts and she didn't worry that he would be disappointed. His gaze was open and a mix of his gaze and his bear's. She had no idea how that was possible, but when he reached down and grasped the elastic edge of her panties, he was once again all Ash. He stripped her panties off and tossed them behind his shoulder.

She wondered if they would find it on the lawn the next morning, but that was the last thought she had because Ash reached down to take her hips in his hands and fixed his mouth on her sex.

He made her see stars as he arched and pressed against him, her hands finding him again and again until his tongue and the delightful suction of his mouth made her see stars.

She turned her head and saw that the flowers from his wildflower bouquet were now strewn on the floor around her. There was likely a blossom or two crushed beneath her body, but she didn't want to stop and free them from under her. She reached for him. "Come to me, Ash. Make me yours."

He smiled as he shed his clothing. "You're already mine."

"Yes, yes..." she agreed as he stood and stripped his pants from his body, "make me your mate."

With the candy-colored sky behind him, she could see mostly the silhouette of his body.

But when he knelt down between her legs, she saw more of him, including his thick erection and the naked need in his eyes.

She wanted that.

Wanted him.

No, she corrected herself.

She wanted them.

Ash and his bear would always be hers and she would always be theirs.

He knelt down and drew her up so that she straddled his thighs and from there, he filled his hands with her hips and then her backside.

He lifted her high enough that he could put his mouth on her breast, taking her nipple into his mouth.

She gasped and gripped his shoulders with her hands.

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