Page 29 of Off-Limits to the Grizzly

Things like this don’t happen to a guy like me. I’ve gotten so used to being alone, to losing people, it felt like that was life’s plan for me. But turns out Blair was the plan. My fated mate.

She stirs and gives a sleepy moan. Is she waking up?

Nope, she’s just turning onto her side. I hold still, taking in the delicate curve of her spine, her perfect, velvety skin. Then I get up to make coffee.

Unbelievably, the snow is still coming down. I can hardly see out of the kitchen window, and outside, it’s piled up more than waist deep. They say it’s the biggest blizzard in over a decade. And here I am, snowed in with my girl.

I can’t help whistling a little tune as I fill up two mugs with filter coffee. Two spoons of sugar and extra cream—just how she took it in the diner. Then I carry them into the bedroom.

She’s sitting up in bed, the covers wrapped around her. Her eyes turn huge at the sight of me.

I freeze. Has she realized it was all a big mistake?

Then she gets a mischievous quirk to her lips. “Good morning, Mr Johnson,” she says.

I remember that I’m buck naked, of course, and my cock is hard because I’ve been thinking about her, as usual.

I set the coffees down on the nightstand and sit on the side of the bed. “Blair, you’re my mate now. You definitely can’t call me Mr Johnson anymore.”

“Even though I’ve had your johnson inside me?” Her gaze drops deliberately to my cock.

Under her attention, it turns even harder. “Especially because you’ve had my johnson inside you.”

“Awww.” She pretends to pout.

I gather her up in my arms and kiss her. She’s extra gorgeous like this, soft from sleep, with her hair all mussed.

She sighs, clinging to me, like she can’t get enough of my rough ol’ body.

My bear pushes at my skin, desperate to claim her again, but I shove it back down. I’m gonna tend to her little pussy first, make sure that beast of mine didn’t do her an injury.

“Think I’m about ready to have it inside me again,” she murmurs against my lips, and she reaches out and closes her hand around my cock. It surges in her hand.

Holy hell.

“I’m just gonna check first,” I tell her.

“Check what—?” She squeaks in surprise as I flip her onto her back and spread her thighs.

She’s so wet already. I haven’t even touched her yet and her lips are glistening with her pussy juices.

She squirms a little as I spread her lips with my fingers.

“Did I hurt you?”

“Uhh… no.. it’s just…” She covers her face with her hands. She feels shy like this. It’s delightful. And the more I spread her, the wetter she gets. I stare at her pussy in wonder. What a perfect little thing. Pink and perfectly proportioned. Her clit is a little pink pearl, and her labia are like rose petals. But her entrance looks a little red and torn.

“Looks a little sore where I broke through your hymen,” I tell her.

“Ohh,” she murmurs.

“But don’t worry, I’m gonna kiss it better,” I growl. Then I dip my head and taste her pussy for the first time.

It’s so soft and sweet. Caramel and cotton candy, mixed together. My bear purrs in delight.

When I run my tongue the length of her slit, she shudders.

At first, I tease her, flicking my tongue everywhere but her clit. Before long, she starts jerking her hips around and tugging on my hair. “Need it here,” she mutters.

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