Page 30 of Taken Home By the Grizzly

I pick up the scent of her arousal with every breath I take.

Desire shudders through me.

I lay my fingertips on her shoulders. “You have no idea how much I want that. But we bears don’t just fuck. We mate.”

“Mate?” she repeats. She’s looking at me steadily, but I see the telltale dilation of her pupils. The thought of it turns her on. Shit.

“What’s the difference?”

I step in a little closer, so my aching cock presses against her belly. “Well, mating is forever.”

“Oh—” Her pretty lips work, trying to shape questions. “You mean, once you have sex, that’s it?”

“Yup. A bear only mates his mate.”

She blinks several times. “You’ve never mated before?”

“Nope. I never found the right girl.”

“A-are you saying I’m the right girl?” She’s blushing, like she’s embarrassed by her words. It’s totally adorable.

“Of course, Zoe. You’re the one I want to spend the rest of my life with.”

She gives a shocked laugh. “But how do you know? You only just met me.”

I shrug. “I’ve seen so much of you in the last couple of days. How brave you are, how protective and caring. How vulnerable. How in need of love. But, to tell you the truth, my bear knew as soon as it laid eyes on you.”

“How?”

“A shifter knows its mate. I didn’t know how it was gonna feel, but now it’s happened, it’s obvious.”

“Like… like electricity, sizzling between us?”

My breath catches in my throat. “You feel it, too, huh?”

She nods eagerly.

“Like it hurt my heart being apart from you today.”

Her eyes are sparkling like starlight. “This is real, isn’t it?”

“Sure is.”

She loops her arms around my neck. “Okay, maybe you should show me how this mating thing works.”

A growl escapes my lips and I kiss her, long and deep. “Well, first of all we get naked.”

Her gaze darts to the living room door. “One second.” She picks up one of the chairs that are sitting around a dining table and jams it under the door handle. Then she taps on the screen of her phone, and leaves it propped up on the chair.

“Baby monitor,” she explains.

When she turns back, there’s a wicked glint in her eye. “You said get naked, right?” She holds my gaze while she unfastens the top buttons of her shirt.

Fuck, she’s killing me. I can’t hold back anymore. I snatch her up off her feet and carry her over to the couch.

I tear at her shirt and jeans, desperate to get at her bare skin. She helps me, and the next thing I know, she’s laying back on the cushions in just her underwear. I go still, feasting my eyes on her lovely big tits and thick thighs.

“Oh, I don’t match.” She wraps one arm across her tits, and holds her other hand over her panties, trying to hide her underwear from me.

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