Page 11 of The Bear's Fated Mate
Alex drew in a deep breath as if about to say something. His nostrils flared, his eyes widened, and his growl dropped a notch.
She considered burying her face in her hands. Great. He could scent how turned on she was from just looking at him.
“Lara.” His voice—pure aural sex.
She stared back, the pulse in her throat beating uncontrollably. “Excuse me.”
Lara dragged her gaze away, twisted slightly to put him at the edge of her line of sight, and sent off another message.
Lara:One of you might want to put an ambulance on alert. I predict somebody’s going to get hurt.
Kaylee:What? Why?
Lara:There’s a limo here to pick me up, and it’s him—Alex—and he’s wearing a suit and even though he’s glaring, I just swallowed my tongue.
Kaylee:It would be more fun to swallow his tongue.
Amber:Kaylee! You want her to get physical with Alex? He’s always so uptight and stiff.
Kaylee:I’m giggling because I’m twelve. Uptight. Heh. Stiff.
Amber:Stop it. No sex jokes. No sex!
Kaylee:Why? I mean, why not? A bit of kissing, or more, if the opportunity arises? (Heh-arises-lol!) It’s not as if getting together with him would make them insta-mates or anything. Trust me, I know this one. Polar bears are stubborn, and the mating bond requires *both* sides to agree one hundred percent to twue luv 4ever. Remember me doing the Beauty and the Beast magical glowing routine a couple weeks ago once I came to my senses?
Amber:We can discuss this more at some future point, but in the meantime, Lara, why are you still online? Don’t you have a limo waiting?
Oops.
Lara tucked away her phone then glanced up to see Alex had folded his massive arms over his chest, thoroughly annoyed at being ignored, which was part of the reason she’d done it.
Better to have him upset than staring at her with sex eyes.
I don’t like being mean to him,her inner wolf sighed unhappily.
Just trying to protect ourselves,Lara said.
I know.
Between the two of them, they were hopelessly in lust and nearly frantic for the mate connection to happen. Although that tidbit about kissing and even having sex not being enough to force Alex to mate with her was a juicy bit of intel.
Still, physical contact was dangerous. Extremely dangerous. Even the kind she now faced as Alex held out a hand.
Instinctively, she gripped it, eyes locked on his. Both of them still standing motionless. Wordless.
Because while Lara had been mostly joking in her message to her friends, she also knew the prediction was one hundred percent true.
Someone was going to get hurt, and she was sadly certain it was going to be her.
6
Alex Borealis was in utter lust.
His bear had gone speechless for once, which was good because Alex had a feeling that if the creature wasn’t so floored, he’d be encouraging all sorts of bad behaviors. Terrible, dangerous things like lifting Lara’s fingers to his mouth for a sensual lick. That would be followed by a more thorough taste of her skin, up her arm and down her body until he’d found every honey-scented part and made her scream in pleasure.
My God, she smelled fantastic.
The golden glints in her eyes were an echo of the sweetness hovering over her, and at this moment, Alex wasn’t thinking about how she was probably up to no good when it came to his family.
