Page 61 of My Unbearable Mate

I straddled him. His good hand was at the base of his cock as I positioned myself to ride him. He slipped inside me, his hips thrusting, as he moved those fingers to my clit.

Electricity and something far more powerful than that rocketed through my veins. Grasping his shoulders, I fell forward, and our lips met in a messy kiss, expressing things that words couldn’t possibly convey alone. There were so many missed yesterdays, so much time that we could’ve been together, if it hadn’t been for the lies. The limitations.

If only we’d really known who we were…

Bellamy pinched my clit, bringing that little pity party to an abrupt end as he sent the voltage inside me into overdrive. I threw my head back, letting out a howl as my orgasm crashed through me. Bellamy’s shaft swelled.

“Clover,” the word came out between gritted teeth.

“I want to feel you come inside me.”

And with those words, he came undone. He shot his hot release inside me, and I saw nothing but stars and this glorious man. This bear.

My soul mate.

When he was done, he slipped out of me. I collapsed against him, cradled in his good arm, with my head on his shoulder.

The sun was starting to go down, the sky painted with the same pastels that had shielded us in that magical bubble. But I knew better.

Together, we were invincible.

And there were a lot of angry bears who would try to stop us from reaching our full power.

Chapter

Twenty-Seven

We Make Danger Look Good

Bellamy

“Why do I feel like I’ll be seeing a lot of you two?” Chandra Lowe chuckled as she set my broken arm. The shift had done some of the healing work, but the break had been clean, and the bone hadn’t completely come back together. “Seems like you have a way of attracting danger.”

“We make danger look good.” Clover put her hand on her hip. She looked irresistible this morning, in the fuzzy sweater and jeans that hugged her curves. Her hair was braided, and she’d pushed it over her shoulder.

“Are these the same bears responsible for your last visit?” she asked.

“Even worse. This was our clan,” Clover said. “Our alpha. Bellamy’s former best friend.”

Chandra gasped. “No! That’s terrible. I’m so sorry. It’s so stressful when there’s strife in the pack. When I came here, everything was a mess. I’d like to tell you it will get better, but you’re here, so…”

“It’s better already,” I said. Strangely, the visit, as fucked up as it was, made me feel better. I was familiar with the Sawtooth pack’s tumultuous history, and the era of prosperity that had followed. “We’re ready for a fresh start.”

“That’s the attitude, and Granger Falls is a great place to do it. The town is growing, and its shifter friendly.” She slipped a cast on my arm. “This soft wrap should give you the support you need. You should heal pretty quickly, as long as you stay out of trouble.”

“No guarantees.” The support from the wrap felt good. “I have some questions for you, if you have a minute.”

“Of course.” Chandra settled on the stool, her brow furrowed with concern.

“We’ve been looking for someone named Anders Lynwood. We’re pretty sure he’s the same person who commissioned the motorcycle that went missing.”

“And magically reappeared,” Clover added.

“Is that name familiar to you? Possibly someone named Alba too?” I asked.

“The missing motorcycle was a big deal, and it reappearing like it was never gone was really strange. X never mentioned who placed the order, only that it would be a pain in the ass to source some of those parts again, because it was a high end, custom, vintage job. That bike cost a fortune.”

“Are you familiar with the name Lynwood?” Clover asked.

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