Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
“Maybe that’s why that old bear was hanging around. He knew you were one of his kind.”
Lauren gasps. “My grandma!”
“You think she was a bear?”
“No. But she came to Arizona on a road trip after college. And supposedly, she loved bears.”
“You think she met a bear shifter out here?”
“That’s exactly what I think.”
“So that old bear…”
“Could be my grandfather!”
I look down at the wounds on her leg. They’re already closed. The bleeding stopped. She definitely has shifter healing. “I mated a bear.” I grin.
“Didn’t the vampire say it’s forbidden?”
“Yeah. He said it’s because the resulting offspring are dangerous. But we’ll figure it out. You know what else is weird?”
“That you biting me turned me on?”
I give her a feral grin and bring my fingers back between her legs. “No, I fucking love that.” I stroke along her damp panties. “Mating bites usually happen during climax. But Lauren, I can see perfectly right now. No headache, no distortion.”
“Because you marked me?”
I nod. “What if you just cured me, Princess?”
Her lips curve in a seductive smile. “I think we should keep practicing to be sure. Can you mark me more than once?”
“I’m gonna mark every inch of you, Pearls. Just wait until I get you naked.”
Lauren
“Mine.” Abe’s growl is feral. The shower in the cabin is small, but that doesn’t stop him from slamming my naked body up against the wall and licking every inch of me under the spray of water.
I take my turn, pushing him roughly back against the opposite wall. With a soapy palm, I give him a handjob, loving the way his eyes glow and teeth descend as he gets more and more turned on. I work my fist up and down his cock, faster and faster until he snarls and takes back the control.
He spins me around and presses my face against the tile. He’s rough with me now that he knows I have bear blood–manhandling me even more than he did before. He strokes my ass, sliding his soapy fingers between my cheeks. “I’m going to fuck this pretty ass soon, Princess.”
The part of me that is used to sparring with Abe wants to challenge that statement, but his erotic touch feels too good. My hormones are in overdrive right now. I can’t get enough of Abe–his body, his touch, his deep growly voice.
I spread my legs wider and push my ass back at him.
“Fuck,” Abe mutters. He winds his hand in my wet hair and pulls my head back. It’s rough. Feral. Godly.
I want more. I want everything Abe Oakley has to offer.
He rubs the head of his cock along my pussy then pushes in. With one arm wrapped around my waist to hold me in place, he thrusts in, lifting me off my toes with each powerful buck. He’s not gentle–he’s a rutting beast.
“You want me to mark you again, Princess?” His voice is guttural.
I love that he asks for permission, even when he’s rough. “Yes.”
I’m dying for him to mark me again. I can’t wait to find out if it makes me come like it did last time.
He continues thrusting so hard I’m sure he’ll turn me inside out. Just when I’m about to cry mercy, he thrusts in deep and bites my shoulder.
It’s incredible.
Fireworks explode behind my eyes. My entire body convulses again. I rocket into outer space, pleasure blooming from my core outward.
Vaguely, I’m aware of Abe carrying me out of the shower, wrapping me in a towel and bringing me to the bedroom. I’m still in bliss-land, though. Still coming down from the highest high of my life.
I’m a rag doll when he arranges me on the bed–my limbs heavy, muscles loose. He pulls the covers around me and curls up behind me, spoon-style.
“Do bears mark their mates?” I mumble.
“She-bears don’t do the marking, sweetheart.”
“I might still try.”
Abe rolls me over to face him. “Give it to me, Pearls. I want those teeth in my flesh. I want those nails in my back. I want to hear you scream like you just did for the rest of my life.”
“Did I scream?” I murmur sleepily.
Abe brushes my cheek with his large thumb. “Yeah. It was awesome.” His grin is boyish and sweet.
I reach out and touch his face, too. “Tell me what it means to be your mate.”
His eyes glow for a moment, but he blinks it away. “It means you’re mine.”
I smile. “Interesting theory.”
He takes my hand and drags it to his chest. “No, really, Pearls. It means this heart beats for you. For the rest of my life, there will be no one but you. Your happiness, your satisfaction, your orgasms will be all I work for.”
I let out a soft laugh. “No, for real.”
“That’s for real. Wolves mate for life. I permanently embedded my scent in your skin.” He traces the fresh wounds on my shoulder. “Twice. Every other shifter will know you’ve been claimed. You’re mine, and I’ll kill any other male who tries to take you from me.”