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“You don’t want to be the one to get on her bad side and I don’t think she’ll like that very much,”I tell him, and he chuffs with annoyance.

My hands are gentle as I remove her clothes, reveling in how sexy my mate is spread out on our bed. Her tits are the perfect size, just enough to fill up my hands, and her pretty pink nipples are hard points begging for my mouth. I didn’t get to spend nearly enough time with my lips wrapped around them the other night.

I’m going to make up for it right now.

When I practically dive toward her chest, the giggle coming from my mate has me grinning right before I suck one of her nipples into my mouth. Her laughter dies and a loud moan fills the room. I’m damn glad I didn’t put any clothes on now.

The way her skin feels against mine is almost more than I can handle.

I was an idiot, but I’ll spend the rest of my life making my mate forget there was ever a time when I had convinced myself I didn’t want a mate. Even though I can’t go back in time and pull my head out of my ass so I could have found her earlier, I’ll fill every day with so many memories it’ll feel like we’ve been with each other forever.

And then we will have the rest of forever together.

“You taste so good,” I groan around her nipple before popping off and moving to the other one and giving it equal treatment. “I don’t think we’ll be able to leave our bed for days.”

As she moans her legs wrap around my waist and my cock slides between my mate’s soaked pussy lips. It feels so damn good, and I have to stop myself from lining up and thrusting into my woman until she forgets everything but how good we feel coming together.

“Please,” she gasps, her back arching and pushing more of her breast into my mouth.

I greedily open wider and take more of her flesh into my mouth loving the way her body shudders at the sensation. When I used to think about having my mate underneath me, my imagination would run wild, but I was also nervous about whether or not I could give her pleasure. It wasn’t enough of a worry to decide not to wait for my mate, but it still existed there in the back of my mind.

Getting to explore all of these firsts with Birdie, and having them be hers as well, is something I could never have anticipated. It’s exhilarating and makes me feel on the verge of feral.

“Need to feel you inside me,” she pleads.

I’ll never deny my mate anything even though I know I should make sure she’s ready for me. Not wanting to hurt her, I roll us until she’s straddling my hips, her blond hair falling around her and making her look otherworldly.

“Take me,” I groan and grip her hips.

I help her position herself and almost lose my load when her delicate fingers wrap around my shaft. Then she’s placing me at her entrance and slowly sliding down my length. My eyes roll back in my head, but when she lets out a sexy as fuck moan, my gaze snaps back to her.

There’s no way I’m going to miss a moment of this.

“Oh, Thatcher,” she hisses while experimentally moving her hips forward, back and then in a circular motion.

The walls of her pussy squeeze my dick, and I have to clench my jaw to stop myself from coming first. It’ll never fuckinghappen; her pleasure will always come first. I let go of one of her hips and use my thumb on her clit as my other hand helps her move up and down.

When she gets the hang of it, I want to lay back and watch the fucking show, but the need to touch her, the need to watch pleasure wash over her features, is too much. I start to thrust upward, meeting her every time she comes down. Soon she’s grunting and I’m growling while she slams down on me.

Her thighs start to shake and I’m almost grateful she’s so close. I won’t be able to hold off for much longer. My eyes take in my woman’s body and get lost in how her tits bounce with every movement.

As my gaze stops on her belly, all I can do is picture it big and round with my cubs. My balls draw up and I’m seconds away from flooding her with my cum, but not without her. Never without her.

I pinch her clit, and her head falls back between her shoulders as she screams out my name while she’s taken over the edge. The feeling of her tight pussy squeezing me, milking me, is too much. My bear roars right along with me as we hold our woman down and come as deep inside of her as we can.

She collapses on my chest, and I hold her against me, my hands running up and down her back. The whole time I never once pull out. It won’t be long before I roll her over and make love to my mate. She deserves to be worshiped, and I’m determined to do it.

CHAPTER 11

THATCHER

In the weeks since Birdie has come into my life, we’ve found a rhythm that works for both of us. Well, for the most part. I don’t want to ask my mate to change her entire life, which means she’s still living in her house; I just spend pretty much every night there with her.

The only other problem is that I haven’t marked her yet. Even though my bear has been impatient, I don’t want to rush her into letting me mark her. She took the news of me shifting into a bear so well, but I can’t help but wonder if she needed some time to process before freaking out.

Honestly, I should have had more faith in my mate. She was made for me after all. The more I’ve gotten to know Birdie, the more grateful I am for the Moon Goddess. She couldn’t havepicked a better mate for me.

Birdie loves nature, it’s one of the reasons she opened a flower shop. She’d much rather spend time at home reading than going out and tearing up the town, even though Whispering Pines doesn’t have much of a nightlife to take advantage of. She would love nothing more than to spend time in nature, though she bemoans how she wasn’t given the opportunity while growing up.

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