Page 34 of Just Right
Am I mad that Rowan bit me? Considering I was a little bit offended that neither Finn or Colt tried when I slept with them, I’d be a hypocrite if I was. After all, hedidtell me that, if he ever fucked me, he would bite me. Really, he was just holding true to his promise.
Right. And I actually believe that, with this mark on my neck, Rowan will let me leave when my time in Blackmoor is up…
I don’t think about that. Coming down from the high of my own climax—set off at the same time as he played with my clit right before hebitme—I cleared the stars from my eyes to find my latest mate lapping at the blood welling up from his bite while he slowly thrust inside of me.
I know he finished. Just like me, Rowan went off as he made that claiming bite. It doesn’t matter. Still sporting a semi that proves that all of the Brown brothers have anamazingrefractory period, he keeps moving as though reminding me that I finally let him claim me.
We can’t stay here, though. We both know that. Fucking out in the open when the wolf could’ve come back at any moment… not the brightest move. I blame my hormones. When it comes to my three bears, I guess I just can’t help myself. It’s not even thefever’s fault anymore. Something about them lures me in, and if it’s this mate bond they keep mentioning? Well, let’s just hope that I have one with all three because after having both Colt and Rowan? I don’t know if I can’t go back to being monogamous again…
To be fair, there was a time I had an honest interest in pursuing a poly relationship. My college boyfriend was real big on threesomes, and I figured that, if we opened up the relationship and entered into an ethical non-monogamous relationship, it would work. Turns out, Bryan just really liked fucking anyone he could stick his dick in, and it was the sneaking around that got him off more than just having sex with multiple people.
Since then, I never tried again, but it was always an idea in the back of my mind. I preferred the idea of not tying myself down to one guy, though, because while I love Char, I’ve never really been into women. Not for a lack of trying—again, thank you, Bryan—but I’m firmly a girl who loves her some cock.
And my bears? They’reperfect.
I want to mention the idea to Rowan. I already know that Colt and Finn don’t mind sharing me, but I’m not sure if that’s a ‘shifter’ thing or a ‘twin’ thing. Would Rowan be okay with fucking me one night, then watching me slip into Finn’s room so that he can have a turn? Now that I have his bite on my neck, does that mean something?
I’m not sure, but when I begin to ask, he cuts me off with a kiss that swallows my question. Sue me. Kissing the big bear is so fucking dizzying, I forgot what I was going to say. Especially when he murmurs that he must tend to his mate, and Rowan’s idea of doing that?
First, he lifts me up after grabbing my coat, leaving my ruined shirt, lost legging, and boots behind. Using his shifter speed—which is way faster than the gait I already had a hardtime keeping up with earlier—he carries me until he’s sure we’re as far as that wolf’s territory as he’s comfortable with before finding a lazy river flowing by.
Rowan decides he wants to bathe me. Then, once he notices that the water he led me into shivering, he takes it upon himself to warm me up by laying out on the dirt, positioning me on his cock and using his strength to make me ride him. Of course, I’m dirty again from where my wet knees hit the ground and turn muddy, so it becomes rinse and repeat until Rowan’s found an excuse to fuck me three more times.
It would’ve been four, too, if my rumbling stomach hadn’t caught the attention of a bear.
Suddenly thinking that I’ll die of hunger if I don’t eat andnow, Rowan wraps me up in my coat so that I’m as dry as I can possibly be. Then, after looping my arms around his thick neck, he hefts me up again, carrying me bridal-style as he walked purposely through the woods.
He finds an apple tree within minutes. I’m read to just bite into it, but it’s like a switch has flipped inside of the oldest Brown brother. Dropping down, nestling me on top of his lap, he pours all of his concentration into popping a single one of his bear’s claw so that he can slice the apple up and feed it to me, piece by piece.
I can’t argue. I don’t even try. It’s actually kind of nice to be pampered by the bear who spent the last two weeks avoiding me. It’s like, now that he doesn’thaveto, he’s taking care of me as devotedly as he must have watched over his twin brothers when they were still cubs.
He loves them. That much is obvious. Could he… could he love me?
It’s too soon to think of that. Knowing that I’ll have to leave soon, it’s ridiculous even thinking about it. But when you have a gorgeous specimen like Rowan Brown so determined to get youto safety that he holds you close, running through the woods so that we’re back at the cabin in half the time that it took us to reach as far as we did… when Rowan is acting like I’m precious to him, Iwanthim to love him.
And if I can’t have that?
I want him towantme.
That part is easy. When I laugh and call out that we can sleep out under the stars, returning to the cabin in the morning, he shakes his head before admitting that his body needs mine again, and this time?
He’ll take his mate in a bed instead of rutting her like an animal out in the wild.
Not gonna lie. I had no problem with Rowan mounting me the way he did, or how he made it so obvious he’s dying for me, that we ending up fucking both in and by the river. Still, the idea of going to his room with that uncomfortable bed has me saying something.
“Will it be as hard as it was the first time I laid down on it?” I ask him, only partly teasing.
Rowan’s answer is a grunt that I’m beginning to be able to interpret. That one? It says that I’m going to pay for my smart mouth when he has me laid out on his hard-as-fuck bed.
I can’t freaking wait.
I do try to tell him that, while this might be a very grown-up version of the old fairytale—because kid Goldilocks just slept in the bears’ bed, while adult Goldie is having a ton of fun christening each one—I’m no delicate princess. I can walk, even without shoes. After all, I did when I was first searching for shelter, and though I lost my heels because of the bees and my boots because of Rowan’s impatience, I can make it the rest of the way back to the cabin.
Nope. He insists on carrying me the entire way, only setting me back on my feet once we were on the front porch. Rowanshoves in the door, guiding me inside, and together we head for the stairs in the kitchen.
“Oh,dankeUrsa,” Finn says, referencing the bear goddess that Finn has mentioned to me before. “You’re back.”
Uh-oh.
