Page 14 of My Forever Bear

“That's right, Lilac. Play with your sweet pussy. Make yourself come while my cock is down your throat.” She moans again. “Naughty girl.”

Her body twitches with a smaller orgasm, triggering my own release. My grip on her hair tightens, and I hold her steady. I roar as I come in her mouth, her throat working to swallow down every drop. She pulls off of my softening cock with one last lick.

Not waiting to catch my breath, I pull her into my lap, wrapping her in my warm embrace, and slam my mouth down on hers. The kiss turns languid as I come down from my soul shattering release. Cupping her cheek in my hand, I tip her face up, meeting her cerulean gaze.

“Fuck, you’re amazing, Lilac.” A contented sigh spills from my lips.

I trace a finger over the blush staining her cheek from her multiple orgasms. So fucking beautiful.

Soft fingers run through the short stubble on my cheeks. “Can I ask you a question?”

“You just did,” I joke, my voice laced with laughter. She rolls her eyes, pulling her hand away from my face. “Of course, mate, ask me anything.”

She looks down at her lap, fingers twisting together as she softly murmur, “Why do you call me those names? Lilac? Mate?” Her blue eyes meet mine as she trails off on the last word.

Blowing out a breath, I gently cup her cheek again. “Because you’remine, Wren. The first time your lilac scent hit me out in the woods, I knew. You’re my fated mate. My soulmate. My partner. I don’t care what you want to call it. You belong here with me. Don’t you feel it?” I pull her hands from her lap, placing one over my racing heart and the other cupping my cheek. I look deep into her eyes before I continue. “We’re meant to be together, Lilac.”

Her brows scrunch together, a crease forming between them. “Doesn’t this seem fast to you? We barely know each other.” Her eyes turn glossy, unshed tears filling the rims.Shit, she’s freaking out.

“What do you want to know, Wren? Ask me anything. I’m all yours.” I thump a large fist over my heart.

She tries to crawl out of my lap, but I grip her hips and lean my forehead against her. “What do you need, mate?” My voice is soft, gentle, barely above a whisper.

A single tear tracks down her cheek. Using my thumb, I swipe it away, never breaking eye contact.

“I-I need some time.” She sniffles, her eyes darting between mine, then taking in every inch of my face. “I know I feelsomethingfor you, Kiernan. But I need some time to sort through my feelings, okay?”

“Of course, Wren. I would never rush you.” I place a gentle kiss on her forehead, pulling back I give her a smile. In return, she gives me a watery smile.

“Why don’t you get dressed and I’ll take you to get your car. Your clothes are on the chair by the door. I washed them last night,” I tell her, trying not to let her see my disappointment.

“Okay, thank you, Kier,” she replies softly, head ducked down, before heading to the bathroom.

I blow out the breath I was holding as soon as she leaves the room.

“Fuck,” I mutter, scrubbing a hand down my face.

As much as I want Wren to stay, I know I can’t force her to be with me. She may be my mate, but I want her here voluntarily, not as my prisoner. If she doesn’t want me, then I’ll have to let her get in her car and drive away.

Even if it kills me.

Fuck, how do I convince her not to go?

After pulling on jeans and a flannel, I wait for Wren in the kitchen. I’m trying to give her some time and space, like she asked, but fuck, I just want to keep her here. Preferably in my bed.

When she came into my bed last night, her presence and scent calmed my racing heart. I was able to fall back into a dreamless sleep knowing she was wrapped safely in my arms.

I’ve had nightmares nearly every night since Finn’s death. Apparently, Wren’s sweet body is the balm I need for a good night’s sleep. And this morning… waking up to those bright blue eyes watching me. Hearing her scream my name as her cunt clenched around my fingers, fuck. Having her practically suck my soul out of my body in return. Yeah, I could get used to mornings like this.

I know we just met, and I shouldn’t have been so quick to pull her into my bed. I shouldn’t have let myself touch her, but I couldn’t help the need burning in my chest for her. I had to taste her, taste my mate.

Tipping my head to the side, I groan quietly, hoping I didn’t rush her into sex. I finish chopping the banana and sprinkle it over the two bowls of oats. Grabbing a spoon, I unscrew the lid on the Nutella jar and drop a generous dollop on each bowl. Done.

“You've been quiet this morning,” I say aloud to my bear. He gives me a low purr, sending vibrations through my chest. “Yeah, dude, I feel it, too.”

“Who are you talking to?” Wren's soft voice floats through the quiet kitchen as she enters the room.

“Just touching base with my bear. I don't usually talk to him out loud unless no one is around,” I admit.

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