Page 23 of Grumpy Special Ops Bear: Ep. 2
I bit my bottom lip, fighting the laughter. “So tell me, Kinky Bear, what exactly is fur-play?”
Fergus eyed me. “Trinity, don’t encourage him.”
“I’m so glad you asked.” Grant grinned wider. “It involves some—”
“I swear, if you don’t shut the fuck up, I’m going to claw your face off,” Fergus hissed.
“I’ll tell you later, when Grumpy Bear’s not around.” Grant waggled his eyebrows at me again.
Fergus’s fingers transformed into claws, and Grant scrambled to his feet.
“I’ve got to keep watch with Cutter.”
I watched him disappear before glancing up at Fergus. The somber expression in his eyes brought me hurtling back to reality once more. “Why are Price and his pack doing this to me?”
“Actually, I was hoping you could tell me. I have some questions for you, but you need to eat and rest. You’ve been through a lot in the past few days.” He reached down to take hold of a thermos and then handed it to me. “Chicken broth.”
Taking a large gulp, I groaned, enjoying the scrumptious taste. Then I guzzled it so fast I choked.
Fergus pressed a thumb against my chin. “Slow down, darling.”
Taking smaller sips, I drained the contents, loving the warmth that immediately filled my stomach. “Thank you for the broth. But I don’t think I’ll ever sleep well again.”
“There’s a nice warm fire, and I’ll be by your side the entire night.” He watched me with a delicious intensity that made me hot and jittery.
“Why?” My voice broke.
Fergus was an enigma I wanted to solve.
Glowering, he demanded, “Why what?”
“Why are you protecting me? I don’t even know you.” Even though it felt as if I did.
He leaned down and nuzzled my neck. The gesture was familiar and comforting.
His head shot up, and he stared at me. “I’m uncertain if you’ll understand this,” he said while effortlessly turning me to face him with my legs straddling his waist. “But I feel drawn to you, Trinity.” Fergus framed my jaw with his fingers.
A delightful tingle raced down my back. His skin was rough with calluses, just the way I loved it. I couldn’t stop myself from wondering what those hands would feel like gliding over my skin or sliding between my legs, playing with my pussy. Wetness pooled in my pulsating womanly folds.
Fergus’s nose twitched before he said, “Bears protect what’s theirs.” He rubbed a finger across my bottom lip. “And I would fight to my very last breath to ensure you’re safe. I just need to know you trust me to do what’s right… for you.”
I swallowed hard. “I do,” I finally whispered. “More than I should.”
Staring, mesmerized, I watched Fergus lean closer, but then he paused. I could tell part of him was trying to hold back, but I met him halfway. His sinful lips came closer, eventually pressing on mine. My body twitched at the contact. A fire started deep within my gut, spreading throughout my body.
Fergus was slow, confident as his tongue swept across my top lip and then my bottom. I opened my mouth, allowing his tongue to slide between my teeth. He tilted his head to the other side, his lips claiming me bit by bit.
I knew I should pull away, but it was as if I were tethered to him by some invisible string while his tongue curled around mine.
Damn, he knows how to kiss.
We both moaned, and his hold tightened on my jaw, pulling me closer. Part of me knew I shouldn’t be doing this with Fergus, but I wanted to forget about the ugliness—the wolves trying to kill me—just for a second.
I wanted… no, I needed this moment with Fergus.
I ran my hands up his back, and I felt his muscles jump as I caressed him. He dropped his fingers from my face, and slowly his digits found their way to my waist, sliding up my shirt. The second his fingers reached my naked skin, I groaned, pressing into him.
This was right. I sensed it in my gut. This was exactly where I was supposed to be.
