Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
I was gentle at first, feeling terrible about the torture she endured, and the gash I gave her with my claws. But then I lost control and had to take her roughly. In every position imaginable.
I pretty much kept her up all night. Now that I’ve decided I can have her, I’m ravenous. My bear wants to claim her permanently.
It’s strange for a bear to get the urge to permanently mate. Even stranger that I’ve had it twice. Of course, I can’t mate Miranda. She’s not a shifter. But the fact that I want to is a delicious conundrum. I feel more alive than I have in years. Anything feels possible.
I stroke her thick red locks back from her face, marveling at how pale her skin is. The black bear and the red-haired science goddess. She’s a warrior in her own right. Saving the Earth with her dogged determination to catalogue and report on climate change.
“I have to go back today,” Miranda sighs.
“Yeah. About that.” My throat goes dry. I don’t even know what I’m asking. Or at least, I’m ambivalent about it. I want Miranda and she lives in Albuquerque. But I’m a bear and I belong in the forest.
Miranda turns big questioning greens on me.
I swallow. “I could go down with you. Make sure you get there safe and settle in.”
Miranda smiles the brightest smile ever seen. “That would be great. I would love that. You could stay as long as you wanted. I mean, if you don’t need to get back here or anything.”
Something releases in me and my eyes sting. I’m really going to let myself have this. Have her. I’m really going to move past my tragedy and live again.
I roll on top of her, leaning on my forearms to protect her from my full weight. “I don’t like to be away from the forest, but I also don’t want to be away from you.”
Her breath catches, a sheen of tears glints in her eyes. “I don’t want to be away from you, either.” Her lips tremble.
I drop kisses across her forehead. Her temples. The bridge of her nose. “So I’ll come to Albuquerque. Make you breakfast and keep you safe. We’ll see how the bear does in captivity.”
Tears spill from her eyes. “I don’t want you to leave your home, but having you in Albuquerque would be incredible. Promise me you’ll come back here as soon as you get itchy. Or you get sick of me.”
I thrust my hips against hers, showing her how quickly my need for her returns. “You think I’d ever get sick of this?” I spear her with my erection and she whimpers, sore from all the sex we’ve had.
I take mercy on her and pull back out.
“Besides, I have a newfound interest in watching you tromp all over the competition in trivia. I’m thinking of bringing you to Burbank to compete on Jeopardy.”
She laughs.
“I’m serious. You should be playing for the big bucks.”
“Well, we can come back here on the weekends. I can rearrange my schedule to work three day weekends. Although you may have to get WiFi. Is that a possibility?”
“If WiFi keeps you here, beautiful, I’ll get it. I want you happy. And with me.”
“Is it okay? For you to be with a human? I mean, is it against the rules?” She turns pink in one of those blushes I’ve come to love.
“It’s not recommended. Yeah, kind of against the rules. I don’t give a shit.”
She grabs my cock and guides me back in. “You can’t tease me like that and then just leave me hanging.” Her sultry tone washes over me in shades of bliss.
My teeth punch out to mark her. I groan, but I can’t push away the pleasure. It floods me like a powerful drug. “Miranda, I have to tell you something.” It’s a struggle to even form words.
She stops rocking her pelvis and looks up at me. “What is it?”
“Bears don’t usually mate for life. Many are polyamorous. But sometimes they do.” Heat spikes at the base of my spine, my balls are tight.
“Okaaay.” She sees my teeth and her eyes widen.
“I’m having a hard time keeping my bear under control, though. He wants me to mark you as my mate.”
She eyes my sharp teeth. “What does that mean?” It’s no more than a whisper.
“It means a bite. A love bite. To embed my scent in you. Keep the other males away.”
“Okay.”
“Okay?” I didn’t expect her to agree. I was just trying to explain that I was having a hard time keeping the teeth from descending.
She nods, practically glowing.
“Baby, it could scar. It will definitely hurt.” I can’t stop rocking into her, can’t stop my eyes from rolling back into my head in pleasure.
“Where will you do it?”
Will I do it, not would I do it. She’s accepting this without any protests. My independent feminist wants my claiming bite.