Page 63 of Grin and Bear It

“The main difference is down here,” I replied, moulding her fingers around my thick shaft, right up until she snatched them away.

“What? How?” She jerked back then. “Why?”

“There’s a few other ones you’re missing,” I said with a smirk. “When? Where? What exactly did Colleen tell you?”

“That you’re like super boyfriends who put all human dudes to shame,” she replied in a grumpy voice.

I owed her and Dale a fucking beer for that, I vowed.

“That you mate with only one woman and that you want…” She looked up at me then, fighting to focus. “You want lots of babies.”

Damn, she cut right through all the bullshit to a secret wish I’d nursed for so long. Ellie, naked, gasping as I bred her over and over, my sleuthmates stepping in every time I flagged, only for her to grow round with our child. She already had fantastic fucking tits, but if she got pregnant they’d swell even bigger and I’d—

“Only if you want them,” I said. “Doesn't matter what he is, a bloke doesn’t push a woman into having kids if she doesn’t want them.” I stepped closer then, hearing that little intake of her breath like it was the song of angels. “Does that answer all of your questions?”

“No.” That little crease between her eyebrows deepened. “No, you… You didn’t tell me what the difference was other than the fangs.” Her eyes slid down then, stopping when she reached my jeans.

“Well, that doesn’t matter, not unless you decide you want to take things further,” I said.

“But—”

“I mean, I can show you, if you really want me to, but not here.” I made a show of looking past her trees to her neighbours. “I don’t want to have the cops called on me for indecent exposure.”

“Right, so…”

“Take me inside and I’ll show you whatever you want.”

I had tried to be the good guy, to take her out, to focus on fixing up this disaster of a house, but right now the bear pushed hard at me, intent on one thing. Ellie getting closer, touching us. Maybe if she started exploring, she wouldn’t stop.

“OK?”

She breathed that out, more question than agreement, but I’d take it. Nash would kick my fucking arse when he found out, because Ellie was a little drunk and not entirely conscious of what she was agreeing to. I plucked a clean dry brush from my toolbox and pocketed it, just in case.

“Show me the way,” I said, all business now. “We can talk about interior colours afterwards.”

The fuck we would, I thought.

If I was hard before,then I was aching when I stepped into Ellie’s room. Her scent was everywhere, getting sweeter and sweeter as I got deeper.

“Sorry about the mess—” she started to say as she shut the door behind us.

“Don’t be.” I grinned. “You should see my room.”

Please, please do, I thought.

“So how do we… Oh!” Her words were choked off as I yanked my shirt up and over my head, balling it up to toss it on the bed.

My mate stared, her eyes raking over my chest. She seemed to take me in almost greedily, like I’d yank my shirt back on again before she’d had her fill, but that wouldn’t happen. I liked her looking at me. I liked the sharp sweet scent of her arousal in my nose and floating on my tongue. I liked that she was seeing me, responding to me and that’s why my hands went to my belt.

“Hang on…!” she yelped.

“This is where the main difference is,” I told her. “I don’t have to show you if you don’t want.” I moved closer. “Honestly, I can think of ten things I’d rather do than that.”

“No, I want to know,” she said.

Did she? She might be telling herself that this was all part of her search for the truth, but it felt like once the alcohol got involved, something else was allowed to come to the fore. Because bear mates were blessed, cursed, to want us just as much as we wanted them.

“Alright.” I shrugged. “It’s just my dick’s a little different to a human one.”

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