Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 24069 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24069 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
I grab her first aid kit and kneel in front of her. The scent of her arousal, old and new, is filling my nose, making me lightheaded and shaky all over. My bear grumbles when I see the wet patch on her cunt.
Fucking hell… I just want to rip her clothes to pieces and take what I’ve been waiting thirteen years to claim.
I’m trying to control myself, but I’ve never been this tempted in all of my life. It doesn’t help that I have a lifetime of pent-up sexual want and need cumulating into this moment. I’m overflowing with arousal. I can feel drops of pre-cum oozing out of my hard cock and leaking down my shaft.
I hope she doesn’t notice or doesn’t mind, because there’s nothing I can do about it.
“Are you okay?” she asks as I start dabbing her bloody knees with a gauze pad soaked in alcohol. “Your hands are shaking.”
“It’s hard to control myself around you,” I tell her in a deep throaty voice that doesn’t even sound like mine.
She watches me as I struggle to concentrate on her knees and not on the wet pussy in front of my face. My bear is out of control. I’m barely hanging on, but he’s full-on raging and slamming against me, trying to get out.
Mark her! he demands. Now!
Cool it, I warn him. We tried it your way, remember?
He calms down a little bit, but it’s not easy feeling the full force of a grizzly bear’s feral need surging through you. I try to ignore him as best as I can.
I get one knee cleaned and bandaged up, and then start working on the other.
She whimpers when I touch it, and I hate myself for hurting her. I have to be gentle with her. My big rough hands have to realize that she’s the most delicate thing in the world.
“Are we really mates?” she whispers as she watches me work. “Like, for real?”
“There’s no doubt in my mind.”
“But… How can you be so sure? We just met. How do you know?”
“I know like my lungs know they need to breathe air. A bear shifter always recognizes his mate. What else would explain these possessive feelings?”
“Possessive feelings?”
I stop what I’m doing and look up at her. Her breasts are between us, looking perky and full. I can’t fucking wait until I can strip her naked and explore every one of her curves.
“You’re mine, Madison,” I tell her with a sudden dark edge to my voice. “You belong to me like I belong to you. I’m a possessive bastard, love, and I’m not ashamed of it. I’ve never felt so possessive of anything in my life as I do when I look at you.”
Her legs part a little as she watches me with eyes that are beginning to gloss over. I can hear her heart pounding. I can smell her pussy getting wetter.
She wants me too, even if she hasn’t realized it yet.
“I’m going to die if I don’t have you, love. My heart will stop beating if you walk away.”
Like I would ever let her walk away. She’s mine and she’s not going anywhere. Not after I finally found her.
I can’t return to the agony of living without her. It would be even harder now that I know how perfect she is. How perfect we’re going to be together. I can’t do it. I won’t do it.
She’s staying with me. No matter what.
I finish with her other knee and then look at her elbow. There’s a hole in her long-sleeved shirt that’s stained with blood. My mate’s blood. I still can’t get over that I get to call this angel my mate.
“Take your shirt off,” I command in a firm voice.
A tremble teases its way through her body before she eventually grabs the bottom of her shirt and pulls it off. Her full tits are spilling out of her bra, tempting me like I’ve never been tempted before.
“That’s all the clothes you’re getting off me,” she says as she sneaks a peek at my rock hard dick.
“For now,” I growl.
I try to focus on her scratched up elbows, but it’s hard with her chest so exposed and in my field of view. I imagine her pink nipples hardening as I touch her arm and it makes my inner bear start pacing wildly.
“You seem pretty sure of yourself,” she says with a grin as I start dabbing her elbow with the alcohol-soaked gauze.
“I’m sure of us,” I say as I look into her eyes. “We’re meant to be together and you’ll find that out eventually. Today, tomorrow, next week, next month, you’ll see. My hard cock belongs in your soft pussy.”
“Jesus,” she says as she starts blushing again. I love how my dirty mouth always turns her cheeks pink. I’m going to love talking dirty to this one.