Page 29 of Saved By the Grizzly Bear

“I never pictured my wedding. I told you that before. I never found anyone attractive before, so no, I never really fantasized or pictured having sex or what my wedding night would be like. What about you?” She asks as she rests her chin on my chest and looks at me.

Her black hair is tousled and messy around her face, but she still looks so beautiful.

“I imagined life with my fated mate more. Every shifter, or most anyway, want their fated mate. It’s their other half. I pictured being happy, having cubs, all of that, but no, the sex and marriage never really entered my head.”

“Are you hungry?” I ask, and her stomach growls before she can answer.

We both laugh, and I climb out of bed, tucking her in and dropping a kiss on her lips.

“I’ll be right back.”

“M’kay,” she says, burrowing further under the covers.

I head downstairs and make us some sandwiches. I have other ingredients, but I’m worried about messing it up. Besides, I don’t want to be away from my mate for too long.

I grab a bag of chips and two water bottles and head back upstairs. Morgan sits up when she sees me come into the room, and I pass her a plate.

“Yum! Thanks.”

We both dig in and we’re quiet as we eat. We practically inhale our food, and I smile at her.

“Want another?” I ask as she pops a chip in her mouth.

“No, I’m okay for now.”

She leans back against the headboard and takes a few more chips.

“Will you be happy living in Alaska?” I ask her, and she blinks.

“Sure, why?”

“If you’re not, then I’d move. I’d need to find another job and?—”

“No, Alec. I know this is your home, and I like it here. I liked your friends, and I hope that I can find a job here too.”

“What do you do? I should have asked that earlier.”

“I went to college for graphic design. I was hoping to work for a company, but maybe I can start my own company.”

“You can. I’ll help in any way that I can.”

She smiles gratefully at me, and my bear paws at me.

Claim her again, he tells me, and I smile.

“What’s that smile for?” She asks as she sets the bag of chips and her bottle of water aside on the end table.

“It’s my bear. He wants me to claim you again,” I tell her.

“Hmm, and why don’t you?” She purrs, and my bear and I both go on high alert.

I pull her to me and then roll her under me. She spreads her legs and I settle there in the cradle of her thighs. My cock nudges against her opening and when I find her soaked for me, I push inside of her.

“Alec,” Morgan moans out my name in that breathy way of hers that drives me crazy, her nails scratching along my scalp as her fingers twist in my hair.

Her tongue slides against mine, twisting around mine as we make out like teenagers, and I start to slowly move inside her.

Her legs circle around my waist, wrapping tight as she moves against me and I nip her bottom lip, feeling her need surging with each stroke. I can see my bite mark on her and every time I look at it, pride and lust swell inside of me.

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