Page 10 of Claimed By Her Bear

Shekita tried to will her heart to slow down. She followed Pola’s directions to her place. According to Pola, she didn’t live far from the bar. She bit her lip, the memory of her orgasm replaying in her mind.

“Why did you cover these up?” Pola asked. Her hand snaked out and connected with Shekita’s breasts. She rubbed on the hardened nipple that pressed against the cotton material.

“I didn’t think it would be appropriate to walk past those people with my breasts hanging out.” She giggled. She held back a groan, thinking of the men and a few women who were standing on the porch when they went to leave. She was sure they had all heard her crying out through her orgasm.

She’d eyed the ground, not wanting to hear their snickers or see the laughter in their eyes.

Pola, on the other hand, had strode past them with her head held high. Maybe it was the bear in her that was proud that she’d given Shekita one hell of an orgasm.

“Yeah, that wouldn’t have been a good idea. I wouldn’t want them seeing something that is mine.” Pola snorted.

“Yours?” Shekita’s eyebrows jerked up. She glanced over at Pola who shot her a cocky grin. The woman had the decency to shrug. They were speeding along a road in Shekita’s pickup truck in the direction Pola had given her.

“Yeah. Tonight, you belong to me.”

“Is that so?” Shekita gasped at the feeling of her cami being yanked down. The sound of it tearing filled the air. The white cotton material fell open, revealing her brown mounds.

Pola pulled Shekita’s right arm away from the steering wheel. Her head lowered, putting her face in line with the exposed breast.

“What are you doing?” Shekita asked.

“Claiming what is mine.” Pola’s tongue snuck out and teased her nipple. She pulled back, a twinkle in her eyes. “If I licked it, it’s mine.”

Shekita barked a laugh and took Pola by her hair and forced her to lift her head up.

“And you owe me a shirt.” She motioned to her tattered cami.

Pola sat back and eyed her handiwork.

“I think you look better this way.” She shrugged. She turned her attention back to the road and pointed. “Turn right there and then follow it all the way until you come to my place.”

Shekita nodded. Pola had been right. Her place wasn’t too far from the bar or town. Within minutes, she was parking her truck in front of a beautiful cabin. Shekita’s mouth dropped open as she took in the large two-story home nestled in the thicket of woods. The front had oversized windows that would allow massive amounts of natural light in. The base of the home was stone walls.

“This is all yours?” she asked.

“I got a little carried away when I built the place. I wanted something that would be a forever home with my future mate.”

Shekita felt the warmth of her gaze. She turned and looked at Pola. Her heart fluttered at the mention ofmate. For some reason, thinking of Pola with someone else didn’t settle well with her.

“It’s beautiful. I can’t wait to see it,” she murmured.

“Come.”

They exited the truck and walked toward the home. Before going up onto the porch, Pola leaned down in between the bushes by the stairs and dug in the ground. Shekita watched her pull a spare key from the dirt. Pola grinned and jogged up the stairs.

Shekita walked inside behind Pola. The contractor and woodworker inside her flared to life. The foyer was two floors, and the windows allowed the moonlight to shine brightly on them. Pola shut the door, and the slight echo of the lock engaging caused Shekita to spin around. Pola tossed the key onto the table near the door.

She advanced on Shekita, coming to stop in front of her. She reached out and cupped Shekita’s cheeks in her hands.

“Do you want the tour now or in the morning?”

“Morning,” she answered without hesitation.

Pola’s growl sent a shiver through Shekita. Pola reached up and pulled the tattered remains of her cami off and dropped it onto the floor. Shekita had never buttoned her jeans back up, so it made it simple for Pola to push them down along with her panties. She kicked her flip-flops off and her clothing, leaving her naked.

Shekita inhaled slowly, watching Pola take in her naked form. She practically trembled while she waited. No one had ever looked at her the way Pola was. The woman was practically devouring her with her gaze. The fire in her eyes blazed bright, setting Shekita’s body on fire. Desire flourished inside Shekita. Her pussy grew wet with the anticipation of what was to come. Somehow, she knew her life would change come morning.

“You are absolutely perfect.”

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