Page 37 of My Forever Bear

“Mmmm,” I moan, gripping the cheeks of her ass, giving each one a little squeeze.

As if that’s her cue, she winds one leg around my waist and pushes off the floor with the other foot. Boosting her up, I move my hands under her ass for support. Her thighs clench around my waist as her mouth devours mine.

“Fuck, Lilac. You were made for me. My sweet little mate,” I praise.

She lets out a moan as she grinds her core on the crotch of my jeans. Heat radiating through her leggings. “Shower. Now,” she mumbles out between kisses and panting breaths.

Good thing I know the layout of this cabin like the back of my hand. I’m too preoccupied with the needy woman in my arms to pay attention to my surroundings.

Somehow, we stumble our way to the bathroom, still groping and kissing, her hands running all over my heated skin.

Plopping her ass on the counter, I turn around to start the shower. A broken whine comes from my mate’s throat.

“Needy little thing,” I tease her. Reaching a hand back, I pull my shirt over my head. Her eyes track over the naked flesh of my abs, tongue running along her bottom lip seductively.

“I need you, Kier. My mate. The way you protected me today. The way you were so possessive of me,” she trails off, hands gripping the waist of my jeans and tugging me between her spread thighs.

“I liked the way you claimed me,” she whispers.

“Are you mine?” I growl while I rip her sweater over her head. Her breasts swell with each breath, nipples teasing me through the black lace of her bra.

Arching her back, she places my hand over her heart. The rapid pitter-patter rhythm matches my own as her warm hand covers my heart. She looks up at me with wide eyes.

“I’m yours, Kiernan. Forever.”

Fuck, those words undo me. I never, in a million years, thought I would find my fated mate. But, I’m one of the lucky ones.

Wren breaks the silence with a question of her own, “Are you mine, mate?”

I run my free hand up the side of her neck until I grip the nape, holding her gaze on me.

“I’m yours, my Lilac.My mate.For-fucking-ever. I love you, Wren.”

My heart flutters with nerves as the words leave my mouth. What if she doesn't say them back? What if she doesn't love me?

A breathtaking smile splits across Wren’s face. Fuck, she’s stunning.

My goddess.

My mate.

“I love you, too, Kiernan. My mate.”

I rest my forehead against hers, sighing with relief. A slow smile pulls at my lips. “Say it again,” I whisper against her lush mouth.

“I love you, mate,” she whispers in response. My own lips forming the words with hers.

Tugging her lips against mine, I devour her. Hearing her say those words turns me feral. I bite her bottom lip, pulling away until it pops free of my grip.

“Need you, mate. Need to claim you. Knot you.” I grunt out over the roaring in my ears. My bear growls in agreement, my body vibrating with his need.

“Yes, Kier. Please,” Wren whimpers in my arms. Her hands fumble with the button and zipper on my jeans. She pushes them over my ass and down my thighs with her feet. I shimmy my jeans to the floor, kicking them off along with my boots.

Wren slides her black leggings over her hips and down her legs, tossing them on the floor. I reach behind her back, flicking open the clasp of her bra. Her perky tits bounce free as she slides the straps down her arms, tossing the lacy garment on the floor to join her leggings.

My wool socks still adorn her dainty feet; she’s taken to stealing a pair every morning, stating that they keep her from getting blisters. Can’t argue with that, plus seeing her in my things makes me absolutely feral.

Growling, I drop to my knees between her spread thighs. Gripping her calf in my hand, I raise her foot and pluck the sock off. It joins the pile of discarded clothing on the floor.

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