Page 30 of My Forever Bear

His words of praise and admiration are my undoing. Losing rhythm, my hips rock wildly putting perfect friction on my engorged clit. I come on a hoarse cry, my skin alight with pleasure. It courses through my veins until I'm floating on air, freefalling into euphoria. Luckily, Kiernan is there to catch me.

Her hands lightly grasp my shoulders, her skin flushed a beautiful pink shade from her orgasm. Leaning her forehead against mine, her breath hits my lips, so I steal another taste.

Golden sunset rays stream through the window, casting an ethereal glow around us. She looks like a fucking goddess and I'd happily spend the rest of my days worshipping at her feet.

I let my hands skate over her lush curves. Coasting over the dip of her waist, the flare of her full hips, down over the round, plump flesh of her ass.

Grasping her ass cheeks in my large, callused hands, I pound my hips into her from below. As much as I want to slam my knot inside, too, I restrain myself, pace quickening as I chase my own release. My balls tighten. I'm so fucking close.

“Kier… yes… please… ohmygod,” she moans like an addict desperate for her next fix.

Dark wavy hair sways behind her, as she tips her head back. Those incredible tits bounce in my face, so I suck her nipple into my mouth and gently bite down. She lets out one loud wail before her cunt clamps around my throbbing cock. Fuck, she's coming again.

The warm heat of her pussy sends me spiraling over the edge. Slamming my cock into her one final time, I hold deep, spilling my seed inside her tight cunt. My knot rests gently against her opening, but my brain fills with thoughts of pushing inside, locking us together, as my seed takes hold. My dick twitches at the thought of her belly growing round with my child.

A low rumbling purr breaks me out of my daydream, only to realize the sound is coming from deep in my own chest.That's new.

Wren collapses forward onto my chest, head tucked into my neck, fingers exploring my muscled chest.

“That was amazing,” she sighs, her lips moving against my sweat-slicked skin.

“Everything is amazing with you, mate,” I tell her, my own fingers rubbing gentle circles on her back.

“Are you purring? Like a cat?” Her melodic laughter fills the air. The sound is like music to my ears.

With a chuckle, I roll her onto her back. Bracing my hands on either side of her face, I loom over her. “I'm really fucking happy, Lilac,” I explain, looking deep into her cerulean eyes. Her mouth tips up with a shy smile. Combined with the pink blush already coating her skin, she's the most beautiful creature I've ever seen.

“Me, too,” she confesses in a soft whisper, eyes never leaving mine.Fuck, do I tell her I love her? Is it too soon?

“Wren, listen, I—”

The oven timer chooses that moment to beep obnoxiously, saving me from laying my heart on the line. I shake my head and mumble a quick “nevermind”. Wren lets out a giggle and gives my chest a playful shove. Flopping to my back, I sink into the mattress and release a sigh.

“Dinner’s ready!” she sing-songs as she climbs off the bed, grabbing one of my shirts from the chair and throwing it on. Seeing her in my clothes nearly gets me hard all over again. My stomach growls loudly, letting me know round two will have to wait… for now.

After eating dinner, the rest of the night is spent cuddled up on the couch. Wren piles every blanket I own on and around her. Such a freeze baby. Meanwhile, I have her feet in my lap, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. The flames of the fire crackle in the fireplace. Their glow illuminates Wren’s face in the darkness.

Swirling the whiskey in my glass, I lift my eyes to Wren. My girl has a soft smile on her face, her eyes tracking the words in another romance book she borrowed from Tyler. The corners of my mouth tip up at their unlikely friendship. Wren has slipped into place perfectly with my pack, like a missing puzzle piece. She seems happy, too, at peace.

She peeks up at me over the top of her paperback, the yellows and oranges from the fire dance in her cerulean eyes. Her cheeks are pink and her hair is piled in a messy bun on top of her head. A few stray strands falling loose to frame her face.Breathtaking.

A contented sigh falls past her lips before her eyes return to the pages of her book. Taking a sip of my whiskey, I close my eyes to check in on my grizzly.

He’s currently passed the fuck out, paws in the air, snoring like a freight train.

With Wren around for the past week, my bear has been the calmest I've ever experienced. My muscles no longer hold the tension of his anger and my body no longer vibrates with his roars. Instead, he's turned into a big softie. He spends his days purring with contentment, especially when I'm around Wren.

It’s tempting to let those three little words slip out.I love you. But, knowing what Wren went through with her asshole ex, Ineverwant to rush her. I’ll just keep saying them in my head until she’s ready.

I love you, Lilac.

His gaze sears into my skin. A slow smile spreads across my lips as I crack one eye open. The early morning light streams through the crack in the curtains. Dust particles float and dance, swirling in the air.

“Creeper,” I whisper with a giggle. “Why are you watching me sleep?”

“I'm admiring my beautiful mate. Do you have a problem with that?”

The sexy smirk that graces his face has heat growing between my thighs. This gorgeous, literal bear of a man is totally obsessed with me.

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