Page 100 of Protecting the White Bear

He turned around and pulled her into a warm embrace. It was already dark out, and she just wanted to play.

“Just the same notion I had.”

“Yes!” She yanked off her shoes, sweater, and pants.

He was just as much in a hurry, ripping off his clothes even faster than her. She was glad he was eager to do this with her.

Naked, he opened the back door. She bounded out in her bear coat, and he closed the door, shifted, and joined her. The full moon lit the black sky, sprinkled with sparkling white stars.

The moon's light cast a beautiful sugary white over the fresh snow, hiding all the earlier tracks made by little cub feet, big bear feet, and bodies plowing through it.

Monica raced after Andy, but he clearly wasn’t trying to stray far as they covered the twenty acres to his brother Craig’s home. No indoor lights, but a few decorative security lights were on at the house. Undoubtedly, Craig and Margot were sleeping or doing more interesting things in the dark of the night. Something she wanted to do with her sexy bear now that her back and hand were feeling so much better.

As soon as they reached the property's border, which was marked by a few trees, the rest was left clear so the families could share all the acreage and play and have fun with each other, Andy whipped around unexpectedly.

She tried to turn as quickly as he did, but he had the advantage at once. He pounced at her and tackled her onto the snowy ground with his massive male body.

She went down with an oomph but immediately retaliated—play biting, not real bear fighting. It was a shifter’s way of practicing fighting if they should ever encounter bears in the wilderness and had to defend themselves.

She was on her back, kicking at him. He was ready for her and tried to keep her pinned down so she couldn’t bite him back. His instinct was not to hurt her or allow her to hurt him, but she also suspected he was trying to show her his strength, to prove he was the one for her. Protective, strong, yet kind and careful.

He was the one for her. He didn’t need to prove it to her in the least. But she loved him for it anyway. Then he released her before he exasperated or made her mad, but she truly loved feeling his big bear pressing against her in a loving, fun way. To prove it, she didn’t bite him in retaliation when he moved off her, but got up and nuzzled his face.

He smiled and nuzzled her cheek back. Then she nipped his cheek and tore off across the snow. She wasn’t nearly as big as he was. She could run fast, but he was still faster. But she had an idea, if her plan worked.

She headed for Alicia’s cub den while Andy huffed and puffed so close behind her that she could feel his hot breath on her stubby tail.

She needed him at the entrance of the den, not her. She imagined standing upright, pushing him in, and then getting the best of him this time, but she wasn’t sure how to maneuver him to make that happen.

She was moving too fast, trying to stay out of his reach. Unable to turn, stand, or do anything else, she slid right into the den and landed at the bottom herself. The cavernous snow cave loomed above her. She glanced over her shoulder, wondering how Andy viewed this.

Appearing worried that she was all right, he grunted at her. She grunted right back, telling him she was okay. She was a little embarrassed but not hurt.

Then he smiled and slid into the hole on top of her. She hadn’t expected that! Only this time, they were face to face. Now, this was even better than what she’d planned.

Andy had somuch to learn about Monica regarding bear play. He thought she was cute, looking surprised, maybe a little embarrassed that she had fallen into the snow cave, which made him wonder what her real plan had been.

He had the perfect solution to show her first how much he loved her: He slid into her, joining her. She immediatelyresponded affectionately, nipping and kissing his face, any embarrassment over.

He loved this part of their polar bear halves when he’d never experienced such feelings or delight for another female. Even so, he was ready to have her as a mate and love her in a human way, so they needed to move this to the house and shift.

He moved behind her and rubbed his heavy erection against her bottom. Her pheromones and his were rocketing to the full moon and back. His testosterone was at full hilt, and he wanted her to know, if she was of like mind, he wanted to make love to her in the house.

She backed into him and rubbed against his erection, making him groan in desperation. She was ready. Then he came over her back, not entering her—it was something that civilized shifters didn’t do except in the rarest of cases—and thrust but not penetrating her.

She let him, wiggling her butt against him like she was trying to line up to him, to make the connection between them. She wasn’t making this easy for him! He backed off her and nipped her in the butt. She swung around and bit him in the cheek.

Then, she scrambled out of the cave and ran for the house. He struggled out of the cave, his erection full-blown, and he couldn’t move as quickly as she could. She turned to see why he wasn’t right behind her.

He stood up and showed her his massive erection. She looked like she wanted to laugh, smiled, huffed, and raced for the house.

Hopefully, she would be waiting naked for him in bed by the time he made it there. When he reached the house and shifted, she was standing in the living room with a white blanket embroidered with golden snowflakes covering her body, observing his erection.

Yeah, the cold did nothing to dampen his enthusiasm for her. He smiled, locked the door shut, grabbed her in his arms, blanket and all, and carried her into the bedroom.

“You are so impressive,” she murmured, kissing his neck.

“You mean the world to me.” Then he tossed her onto the bed. She bounced, squealed, and yanked off the blanket, exposing her beautiful nakedness to him.

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