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“Now’s goo—oh.”

I barely had the chance to get the words out before he’s cradling my back, shifting me so that I’m sprawled out beneath him. With hands that are careful as they are determined, heshimmies the skirt of my dress up so that my panties are right there in front of him.

He doesn’t even waste the time in helping me get them down. If asked, I’d thought he might be the sort of fierce predator who just fisted them and tore them. I would be wrong. That’s not the big teddy bear’s style, and like he promised me when he said that he would never betray me, he won’t ruin my clothes, either. Instead, he hooks a trembling finger around the clearly soaked material, eases it over my mound so that he has full access to my pussy.

Hank was an instinctive kisser when it came to my mouth. Whether he’s spent decades wondering what it would be like to have his tongue inside his mate’s pussy or the act itself is just fairly intuitive, I’m not sure, but he buries his face against me, lapping at my entrance with such fervor I squeal.

That might be because my clit is engorged and his face is large enough to bump it with his nose as he goes from lapping to licking. He’s so hot, I’m on fire, and with his hands pinning me down so I can’t escape him, I’m left to clutch the sheets behind me as he finds out just how I taste.

The consensus?

“You taste fuckin’ delicious, my mate. If my blood tastes half as good as your pussy tastes to me, I’ll never stop lettin’ you suck me. So long as, when you’ve had your fill, you let me get mine.”

I gasp. “You know… some males… don’t like… to do this,” I tell him, stumbling over the words because it just feels thatamazing.

“Then those males are idiots, darlin’. I promise you that,” he swears before sucking on my clit, making me seestars.

“Hank.Hank.” I let go of the mattress, grabbing his head, twisting my fingers in his hair. “Please, Hank?—”

“What’s that?”

“Honey bear!”

“That’s more like it,” he says right before he returns to my clit and, this time, I don’t just see stars.

Iexplode.

I ride out my orgasm on Hank’s face. When I’m done, laying flat on my back, panting and keening in pleasure, I release my hold on him.

Clumps of dark hair are wrapped around my fingers. I show it to him. “If we keep doing that,” I say, my voice hoarse from my scream, “your bear might have a few bald spots.”

He smiles proudly, face shiny with my juices. “Worth it, darlin’. Totally worth it.”

CHAPTER 14

PERMISSION

In the security of Hank’s arms, I napped. After the orgasm he gave me, followed by how cozy I felt in his embrace, it was all I could do.

Hours must’ve passed, two maybe three. When I finally started to come to again, it’s only because Hank had laid me out on his bed, leaving me to slumber alone.

I blink, rising up on my elbow, searching for him.

It’s still bright outside. Mid-afternoon at the latest, with plenty of the day left to go. I was looking forward to spending it with my beloved, and my first instinct when I realize that I’m alone in the bed is to find him.

I don’t have to leave the bedroom part of his den. Because there he is, sitting on the cave floor, back up against the wall. The two candles in the sconces over his head are lit, throwing shadows over him. His legs are stretched out in front of him, wearing his low-slung jeans and a satisfied smile.

“Sleep well, darlin’?”

I did. With all the worries and fears and thoughts running through my head, it’s been ages since I’ve slept as soundly as that.

Before I can tell him so, though, I see him lift his hand, dip three fingers into the open jar he’s holding in the other, and scoop something out. Something thick, gloopy, and obviously sticky falls in strands back to the jar. With a practiced swivel, he knocks loose the strands before placing the amber-colored dollop inside of his mouth.

“What are you doing?” I ask. “Wait… are you eating honey?” I take a better look at the jar. “Is that the one I bought for you?”

Hank smacks his lips. “Couldn’t have picked a better gift for your male. I’m a bear, after all. I love honey.” His eyes darken as his lips curve. “Especially when it’s yours, darlin’.”

I flush, and he laughs. Then, now that he knows I’m awake, he easily hops to his feet, padding back over to the bed. Leaning down, he holds out the jar. “Want some?”

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