Page 36 of My Forever Bear

A shiver coasts through her curvy body at my praise.

“He was behind everything, Kier. My car, the fire… all of it.” Her arms wrap around me tighter, hanging on for dear life. Can’t say I blame her.

“I should kill him.” The red mist creeps into the edges of my vision.

Delicate hands clasp the sides of my face, pulling me down until plush lips meet mine. “No, Kier. You’re a better man than him. Let the police sort it out, okay?”

Reluctantly, I nod before stealing another kiss because, fuck, she’s safe. And I’m not letting her go.

“What happens now?” Wren asks, eyes trailing to the other side of the deck. Reese stands naked next to a still unconscious Chris.

“I think Reese and I need some clothes before we do anything, baby.”

Red and blue lights flash from the driveway, police officers shove Chris in the back of the cruiser. Slamming the door on that chapter of Wren’s life.

Thankfully, the unit from the Oak Ridge police department arrived after Reese and I were fully clothed. Sheriff Jones is personally escorting Chris back to the city to be detained until further notice.

Wren stands next to me on the porch, eyes glued to the cop car as the taillights fade into the horizon.

Her breath gusts out in a sigh. “Good riddance,” she murmurs. Turning to face me, she links our hands together, squeezing tight like she’s afraid I’ll disappear.

“Are you sure you’re okay, Wren?” I ask for the millionth time since Chris showed up.

“He didn’t hurt me physically,” she says with a shake of her head. “He said some pretty vicious things, but he doesn’t have any power over me anymore. I don’t need his approval or acceptance.”

“I’m so sorry, Lilac. I should have been here. I never should have left you alone.”

“You can’t protect me all the time, Kiernan. You can’t keep me locked up or wrap me in bubble wrap,” she says with a dramatic eye roll.

“Brat,” I chuckle, “I can sure fucking try. I’ll keep you tied to my bed if it means you’re safe.”

“Ooo… kinky. No one’s ever tied me up before,” she jokes, giving me a saucy wink. Dirty thoughts of her needy, naked, and begging swim through my head. Blood rushes to my cock.

Shaking my head, I snap myself out of my lust-filled haze. That’s not what she needs right now. She needs her mate to comfort her.

“But seriously, you’re okay?”

“Yes, Kiernan, I’m fine. I was a little shaken up at first, but knowing Chris is behind bars settles me. And I know you’re here to protect me from now on,” she says, squeezing my hand again before flashing me a smile.

“Damn straight.” I tug her hand until she follows me to the front door. “What was your plan with the ax, anyway?”

“I was really hoping to scare him, bide my time until one of you guys showed up. I figured someone would hear me screaming with that freaky bear hearing of yours.” A delicate finger swirls around my ear.

“Smart thinking,” I tell her as I bat her hand away. “In all seriousness, I’m glad you’re okay. But I’m not letting you out of my sight from now on, Lilac. I was scared shitless today.”

She turns, placing her back against the closed door. “I know, Kier. I don’t know what would have happened if you hadn’t shown up. I don’t want to think about it either. Distract me, please,” she demands, a sultry tone swirling in the last few words.

“What do you need, mate?” I ask, caging her against the door of the cabin. A shiver works through her body at my closeness. I lean in so no space remains between our bodies and grind my growing erection against her core.

“Kier,” she whines. Spinning abruptly, she rolls her hips, rubbing her plump ass against my denim-clad cock. Her head drops to the side, exposing the pale column of her neck to me. Her pulse flutters under the skin, heart beating out of control.

Leaning down, I drag my tongue from the base of her neck up to her ear, snagging the lobe between my teeth and giving it a sharp tug. My reward is the sweetest sound–my mate’s moan of pleasure. Her eyes flutter shut as she breathes out a single word. “More.”

“Why don’t we move this party inside? To the shower, maybe?”

Nodding her head enthusiastically, Wren reaches for the doorknob. I bark a laugh when she grips my shirt in her fist and tugs me inside.

She pins me to the door, effectively slamming it shut. Her lips crash against mine, biting and sucking. Gripping the sides of my face, she keeps my mouth where she wants it. Her tongue snakes its way inside, exploring every inch of my mouth.

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