Page 13 of Claimed By Her Bear

“Don’t move. I love the feeling of you on top of me,” Shekita replied.

Their legs were still tangled together. Their bodies were slick with sweat and their release. Pola didn’t care how much of a mess they had made of her bed. She loved the scent of sex and Shekita’s arousal. If she could, she would cover her entire body in her aroma.

It was that addicting.

Her bear grumbled, upset she didn’t claim Shekita, but Pola ignored her beast. Her animal was impatient and stubborn.

Pola shifted to her side. She was a tall woman and heavy. It wouldn’t do her any good to finally find her mate then crush her to death. She rolled over and brought Shekita into her embrace. Her face was flushed, and she had the look of a woman who had been well loved. Pola reached up and pushed Shekita’s wild hair away from her face.

“Are you okay?” she asked softly.

Shekita’s eyes opened, and a lopsided grin appeared on her face.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had three orgasms in such a short matter of time.” Her eyes fluttered shut. She snuggled deeper into Pola’s embrace.

Pola relished the fact that she was seeking her out as her exhaustion overtook her. She smiled and rested her chin on top of Shekita’s head.

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Pola was awakened by a slight shift in the mattress. Shekita gently peeled herself off Pola and slid to the edge of the bed. She stood and padded toward the bathroom connected to Pola’s master bedroom. Pola readjusted the pillow under her head and watched the door close.

Pola inhaled, taking in the scent of her lover in her bedroom. It belonged there. There were many times when she had been building her home that she had imagined the day she would bring her mate here. She wanted the house to be perfect for the other half of her soul. She had taken her time poring over the plans and layout. It had been her hope that when she finally brought that special person home, that person would fall in love with it as she had.

A grin spread across her lips at the memories from last night. She couldn’t get enough of Shekita. Shekita’s body was a wonderland that she’d got to experience. She had tasted every inch of her beautiful brown skin. From her plump lips to her dusky-brown nipples to her sweet sex that remained wet and ready for Pola. Shekita may not be a shifter, but her body certainly recognized Pola.

The sun was beaming through the glass windows. One thing Pola wanted when she’d had the house constructed was plenty of natural light and to still connect with nature from the inside. She rolled and sat on the edge of the bed facing the windows.

Now that it was morning, she needed to have the conversation that Shekita wanted to avoid. Pola tried to think of what she could potentially say to her. She hadn’t thought she’d find a mate and one that was human. At that moment, she wished she could call her sister and ask her how she’d presented it to Saffron.

Pola bit her lip and fell deep in thought. She hadn’t heard Shekita open the bathroom door until she was standing by the foot of the bed. Pola stood suddenly and spun around to face her. Her gaze fell to Shekita’s naked form. Her mouth watered at the sight of Shekita. Her warm brown skin practically glowed in the sunlight. She walked over to Pola. She’d braided her hair while she had been in the bathroom. The style made her appear youthful and full of life.

“Good morning,” Shekita said. She moved to stand in front of her.

Pola reached for her hand and entwined their fingers. She brought their conjoined hands to her lips and pressed a kiss to the back of Shekita’s.

“Morning.” Pola pulled her to her, closing the gap between them. The feeling of their bodies pressed against each other sent a rush of desire through her.

Shekita sighed and leaned into her embrace. Her lips tilted up into a soft smile. Her brown eyes studied Pola.

“Are you hungry?” Pola asked.

Her fridge had recently been restocked, and she had plenty of food in the house. What she wanted to do was cook a hot meal for her mate. It would show that she could provide for her. Her bear was wanting to take care of their mate. She was no Dasha when it came to cooking. Her sister had to be touched by angels. That girl could cook a leather boot and make it gourmet and delicious. Pola, on the other hand, did okay when it came to food. She’d kept herself alive all these years, surviving on more than what her mother cooked for family dinner night.

“What are you offering?” Shekita’s crooked grin grew.

Pola’s slid her hands down her back and rested them on Shekita’s plump bottom.

“Well, I am a whiz at making boxed pancakes. I even think I’ve got some kind of breakfast meat and maybe some eggs.” Now Pola wished she had paid attention to the food her mother had delivered. She sucked at grocery shopping so her mother had groceries delivered to her.

Shekita threw her head back with laughter. She reached up and cupped Pola’s cheeks. Tears flowed down her face while she tried to stop laughing.

“Why don’t you lend me something to wear and we can go check out your kitchen. I love cooking and can make us something.”

Pola grinned and leaned down, pressing a kiss to Shekita’s lips. Of course the fates would match her with the perfect woman. They would be two halves that fit together flawlessly. Pola wasn’t the best cook, and apparently Shekita was.

“You sure you want clothes. I have an apron you can wear. That would be so—”

“Clothes, or at least a robe.” Shekita giggled. She stepped back from Pola, breaking her hold. She rolled her eyes and rested her hands on her hips. Her gaze roamed Pola, heat flaring in her eyes. “You are much taller than me. Maybe I can just put my clothes from last night on.”

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