Page 5 of My Forever Bear

I'm standing there, admiring my mate.

My mate.

The setting sun reflects off the silky waterfall of her hair. Showcasing the mix of chocolate, caramel, and copper strands forming a halo around her beautiful face. Smooth, freckled skin, slightly kissed by the sun. Dark, arched brows over striking aqua blue eyes rimmed by long, dark lashes. An elegant nose and full, pouting lips round out her features.

This girl is a knockout… and just my type.

Tall and curvy, a small waist flaring to wide hips and thick thighs. Oh, how I’d love to grip those hips while pounding into her from behind. My cock twitches at the idea.Down boy, not the time.

She's perfect.

She looks so small compared to me, but I’m a six-foot-five grizzly bear shifter. Everyone’s small to me, besides my pack members.

I’m so busy memorizing every one of her features, I nearly miss the way her eyes roll back in her head, body going slack.Shit!Lunging forward in time to wrap my arms around her waist and stop her from falling face first onto the ground.

Well, that was some introduction. I finally find my mate, in the middle of the woods no less, and she passes out before so much as giving me her name.

I don’t have time to worry about any of that now. My first priority is to get my mate somewhere safe for the night. We can figure out the details later.

Adjusting my grip on her waist, I swing her into my arms, nestled close to my chest, and turn in the direction of my cabin. I’ll also have to text Reese once I get home. I’m sure he’s wondering why the hell I haven’t shown up after my lunchtime run.Oh well.

Reaching down, I grab her small backpack from the base of the tree. She must have let it drop when she saw my bear running at her at full force.

It’s about a half-hour walk back to my cabin. I climb the steps of my porch as the last rays of sun sink behind the horizon. On a normal evening, I'd sit in my old rocking chair on the wrap-around porch and watch the sun set. A glass of whiskey in hand, or maybe some spiked hot chocolate.

The outdoor lanterns hung on either side of my front door provide just enough light for me to find the hidden key in the open beams of the porch ceiling.

After unlocking the door, I push it open with my bare foot.Shit, my clothes.I’d bet my last dollar they’re still with Reese’s truck. And my mate’s reaction makes a little more sense now. What woman wouldn’t be freaked out by a massive naked man appearing in front of her in the middle of the woods?

With a heavy sigh, I walk over to the large, dark gray sectional in my living room. I love this cabin, but the silence and emptiness make it lonely, like something orsomeoneis missing. Surrounded by the floral scent of my mate, an image forms in my head, the two of us sitting at the kitchen table chatting about our busy days. Joyful squeals of our children float around us as they chase each other through the living room. Her blue eyes sparkling with love and laughter at the home we've created. A soft moan pulls me from my runaway thoughts of the future. A future I can only hope this woman will want, too.

With gentle hands, I settle her onto the couch before slipping down the hall to my bedroom for some clothes. Finding a pair of gray sweats on the chair near my bed, I give them a sniff…eh, not bad. They’ll have to do for now. Once I assess if my girl is injured, I’ll shower and find some real clothes, and get to work on some dinner for both of us. She must be starving; I know I am.

Back in the living room, I sit in the plush navy blue recliner situated next to the couch. I grab her backpack… if that’s what you want to call it. The thing is barely big enough to hold a bottle of water, let alone enough supplies to be out on the Cypress Valley Trail. She must not be an avid hiker.

Inside the bag, I find her cellphone. Hitting the power button on the side, the screen doesn’t light up. No suppliesanda dead phone. What was this girl thinking? We will most definitely be having a little chat about proper hiking safety when she wakes up.

I take the bag and phone into the kitchen to find a charging cable. Once her phone is plugged in, I continue snooping through her bag. Pulling out a half empty bottle of water and some protein bar wrappers, I huff a frustrated sigh before scrubbing a hand over my cropped hair. I guess that’s better than nothing.

At the bottom of the bag, my hand snags on a set of keys and a leather wallet. The keys look like they’re for an older model Honda and maybe a house key. I open her wallet and rifle through for anything that’ll give me a clue as to who this girl is. Ah-ha! Driver’s license!

Wren Fields. 25.

Fuck, she’s my age.

Her permanent address is in the city, about four hours southwest of here. My mate has been so close this whole time and I haven't even known. A growl travels up my throat, breaking free at the thought of nearly missing her.

Walking back over to the couch, Wren is still passed the fuck out. Eyes scanning over her body for any signs of injury, but everything looks fine. Ten fingers and… the cutest fucking hiking boots adorn her tiny feet.

I kneel at the end of the couch and begin unlacing her boot. Carefully pulling it off, I notice the heel of her sock is soaked with blood. “What the fuck?” My angry voice echoes through the cabin.

After peeling the sock off, I lift her small foot to my face for closer examination. Her pinky toe and heel are covered in large blisters. This girl had been so unprepared to hike the Cypress Valley Trail. Scrubbing a hand over my face, I stand from the chair, heading to the bathroom for a wet cloth and my first aid kit.

The next fifteen minutes pass slowly. I take my time meticulously cleaning and bandaging my mate’s injured feet. She’s gonna be in pain when she wakes up, so I grab two tablets of ibuprofen out of my kit and set them on the end table with a glass of water.

I can’t help but stare at this perfect woman as I work. Her chest slowly rises and falls with each soft breath, drawing my attention to her small, perky tits.A handful each.My mind wanders, thoughts turning dirty; they’ll fit perfectly in my hands as she rides my thick cock.

I am so gone for this girl. I want to know everything about her. I just hope she’ll want me, too. She’s my mate and I hope I can convince her to stay.

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