Page 4 of Goldie & the Bear

“Right, fucking here, baby.” I kiss and nibble at her jaw, making her moan and swirl her ass against my hard cock. “Not going anywhere. And not ever letting you go.”

I take her mouth, swiping my tongue over her full lips, licking and drinking in the taste of her. And by the time I’ve kissedher senseless, both my bear and I have accepted that we’ve found our mate. Marie Flores has been ours all along. Whatever fucked-up reason I had to keep her at arm’s length was nonsense. Tonight I’m claiming my omega.

She’s trembling in my arms, her sweet mouth moving tentatively against mine. I gentle the kiss, reining in my hunger. Don’t want to frighten my girl. Want to savor every second of finally having her where she belongs.

“I’ve got you,” I rasp against her lips. “You’re safe with me. Always.”

Marie blinks up at me, her eyes hazy with desire and confusion. “I don’t understand. You’ve never… I thought…”

“I know. I’m a fucking idiot.” I stroke a knuckle down her soft cheek. “Fought this for too long. Lied to myself that you couldn’t be mine.”

I tip her chin up, making sure she sees the truth in my gaze.

“But you are. You’re mine, Marie. My omega. My mate. I’m done denying what I’ve known from the moment I scented you.”

She sucks in a sharp breath, her eyes widening. “Maverick…”

“Let me take care of you, baby. Let me show you how good it can be between us.”

I feel her hesitation, the war between her head and her heart. I get it. I’ve been a bastard to her, pushing her away even as I yearned to draw her close.

“We’ll go slow,” I promise. “Nothing you’re not ready for. Justlet me hold you, keep you warm. Can you do that for me, sweetheart? Let me take care of my omega?”

A slow shudder rolls through her and then she’s nodding, curling into me, her cold nose pressed to my throat. I rumble low in my chest, pleased. My bear settles, content now that our female is in our embrace, safe and protected.

I tuck the blanket more securely around her and simply breathe her in. My Marie. My treasure.

The road ahead won’t be easy. We have a lot to talk about, a lot to sort through. But I’m not wasting another minute pushing her away. She’s mine to cherish, mine to love.

And that’s exactly what I intend to do.

Four

Sweet Honey Pot

MAVERICK

I keep kissing Marie, my tongue making sweet love to her mouth. My hands removing the layers covering her at the same time. The heavy scarf around her neck, her winter coat, soft wool sweater, and the long-sleeve t-shirt she’s wearing under. When my hands finally meet her soft, bare skin, I let out a ragged breath, and raise my head to take in all that’s my omega. She’s fucking magnificent. Large, round tits rising and falling under her panting breaths. Her dark brown nipples erect, her soft stomach making me imagine her round with my cubs. Fuck!

“Maverick,” she calls softly, bringing my eyes back to her gorgeous face. Fuck, she’s pretty.

“Yeah, baby.”

I watch her swallow. “I know this is not what you’re used to. I’ve seen the women you dated-”

I interrupt her, taking her mouth in a ravaging kiss. Licking and sucking on her delicious lips until she’s putty in my arms. Ilook Marie straight in the eye and whisper into her ear, “you’re fucking perfect, baby. Never seen anything more beautiful.”

“Oh, Maverick.”

Her big brown eyes are wide with a mixture of surprise and wonder. And she looks so fucking beautiful that my heart hurts. That hunger written all over her features, shining through her aroused gaze. The way the tip of her pink tongue slides over her plump bottom lip. She’s fucking craving me. And she’s so fucking soft all over. Her full, round hips, her thick thighs, that fucking lush ass that’s making my dick jump and drip precum like a motherfucker. Shit. ‘Mate!’ my bear fucking roars.I hear you, brother. Right fucking there with you.

I cup the side of Marie’s face with my huge hand, running my thumb over the soft skin of her cheek. My eyes never leaving hers. The fingers of my other hand hooked around her waist, holding her close.

“I’ve wanted you from day one.”

“You… you did?” I nod. “But why didn’t you…?”

“Babe, I’m ten years older than you. I’m a grumpy bastard. And your grandma, our families… I didn’t want to fuck things up. I was waiting.”

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