Bearly Tart (Honey Pot Hollow #2) Read Online Loni Ree

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Honey Pot Hollow Series by Loni Ree
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Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 83(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
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My cock drips cum as an orgasm tears through my mate’s gorgeous body. I stroke her sweet pussy until the tiny tremors cease. As I kiss my way up her luscious body, I whisper, “I love you,” against her soft skin.

Cora grabs the back of my head and tugs until I look up into her aqua eyes. Her dilated pupils swallow most of the blue, telling me she’s feeling the same intense hunger as me. “I know. You don’t complain when I call you Fozzie.” She winks down at me. “Now, stop stalling and make me yours.”

When I kiss her, our tongues tangle as I line my cock up with her wet opening and push forward. Fireworks blast behind my closed eyelids as I slowly thrust an inch at a time while my mate gets used to my invasion. I stroke her bundle of nerves, hoping to distract her. My effort pays off and I’m able to press deep into her silky depths.

Pleasure fills my mind as I pick up my speed. When I feel a climax sneaking up on me, my bear orders me to complete the mate bond. “You’re mine and I’m yours for all eternity,” I growl against the side of her soft throat as my fangs drop from my gums. Our shared orgasm tears through us, and I close my teeth over her skin.

“I love you, too,” Cora cries out as I bite down, joining us forever.

Our eternal bond forms while I pull back and lick the tiny injury at the base of her throat.

As my cock empties deep in her sweet pussy, I pray the universe smiles on us and creates our first child.

Rolling over, I pull Cora close and slide my fingers through her silky hair as my bear reminds me of what’s coming. “I forgot to warn you that our bond is going to exhaust us. We’ll probably sleep for a day or so while our bodies recover.”

Cora snuggles closer to my side. “I can barely keep my eyes open, but I need to text Bethany and let her know I won’t be around today.” Once my mate sends her message, we fall into a deep sleep wrapped in each other’s arms.

It takes several days for me to regain my energy after our mating. The soreness in my girly parts disappeared within a couple of days, but my mate still refuses to give them another workout. I’ve been trying to convince him that I’m okay, but he’s worried about hurting me. If he doesn’t give in soon, I’m going to be forced to take matters into my own hands.

A few days ago, I had a three-way call with my sisters to reassure them that I’m okay. Neither of them seemed surprised that I gave in to my feelings for Wilder. I’m pretty sure Bethany and Clay have also mated, but my secretive sister changes the subject every time someone mentions her relationship with Clay.

Before hanging up, we all decide to hire two part-time employees to help us keep the bakery running while we adjust to mated life.

Clay puts an ad in the Honey Pot Hollow online paper for us, and we get several inquiries within a few hours. A few seem to be viable candidates, so I schedule three interviews for Monday, hoping at least two of the prospective employees work out.

Sunday morning, I wake up alone in the big bed and sit up to push my wild hair from my face. I look around the empty room, wondering where Wilder went so early. We usually spend a while each morning cuddling before we get moving.

I’m about to climb out of bed when Wilder comes strolling into the bedroom carrying a tray. “Good morning, sweet tart. I made you waffles for breakfast.”

“What’s the occasion?” I’ve learned over the last few days that my mate is a big softy who loves to spoil me rotten.

“Just because I love you.” He sets the tray over my lap and sits on the edge of the bed next to me.

My body temperature rises as I feel his muscular body pressing against my side. Without giving myself time to chicken out, I place the tray on the bedside table and turn to my mate. “I’m not hungry for food.” I pull back the sheet and see his massive erection straining against the front of his silky black athletic shorts. As I run my finger over the silky material, his cock jumps under my touch and grows harder.

“Fuck,” Wilder groans as I slide my hand under the waistband. “I’m dying to feel your touch.” I wrap my hand around his hardness and slowly stroke him. After running my finger through the wetness seeping from the tip, I spread it around his warm skin and feel a tremor run through my mate’s muscular body.


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