Page 21 of The Bear's Fated Mate
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Lara lay on her back on a cloud of softness, relaxing in front of a roaring fire. The rug under her was made of something fluffy and was so sensuously addictive she couldn’t stop stroking it. Soft music played, turned on with a simple verbal command.
The lighting was low, and the scent of ripe strawberries hung in the air. They were one of the delectable items in the loaded dish of fruit and chocolate that had been waiting for her in the room.
Room? No, this place was bigger than her apartment, and she already knew leaving in three days would be tough.
The drive had been short, and checking in to Shimmering Delights had been remarkably like what she imagined living as royalty would be. Escorted through the main entrance and directly to the suite, she watched as people in uniform appeared and disappeared rapidly. Everything that she needed was within calling distance as luxury screamed out at her.
The only thing wrong was the aching hole inside her that longed to be filled by the company of her mate.
We’ll make a plan,she promised her wolf.As soon as we get back, I’ll go to Crystal and find out what’s going on.
Because once she knew for sure, she could take steps to maybe approach Alex. Maybe try to broach the idea of something more between them—
Lots between us,her wolf commented dryly.
Lara’s instant mental image of havingnothingbetween them was sheer torture. She’d had his body against her now. Heck, she’d had her hands on his body, felt the heat and strength within him.
She found herself stroking the blanket, cursing softly at the realization each stroke reminded her of teasing her fingers through Alex’s hair.
Pounding need struck.
Good grief. Here she went again. Lara sighed as she slid a hand under the waistband of her pants, slipping her fingers between her legs.
The images weren’t going away, so she might as well indulge in a little pleasure-induced relief before the warning timer she’d set went off for her first spa session.
She’d gone for sheer comfort for her getaway. With no plans to go out in public the entire time, her clothing had all been pulled from the favourite part of her closet. Her current apparel was her oldest pair of pyjamas, faded and baby soft and worn so thin that she needed the heat from the fireplace to stay warm.
Or at least she did until she pictured Alex beside her. His dark eyes fixed on hers as he undid the buttons of his shirt and let it fall to the ground.
She’d felt his muscles under her fingertips. Felt the flex and power as he’d held her close. Felt the tremour in his core as she touched him, and she took the sweet delicious sensation in and imagined him curling himself around her. Resting his hands on hers and following along as he learned what she liked. Slow caresses, building pressure.
She moved her legs slowly against the soft caress of the carpet, adding layers of pleasure to the heat building in her core. Moisture covered her fingers at the thought of him working his way down her body. Hands pressing her thighs apart to expose her most intimate center.
Her legs quivered, tension spiraled, and dream Alex leaned in, mouth covering her sex as his tongue—
A firm knock rattled the door.
Lara’s fingers faltered for a stroke then picked up again. She ignored the summons. She wasn’t expecting guests, and there was nothing she needed to do more than deal with what she was doing at that moment.
Instead of his mouth, she wanted his fingers. Pressing inside slowly, slicking over the—
Bang, bang, bang.
Lara groaned in frustration and rolled to her side. She stumbled to her feet, tugging her pants into place.
Open the door,her wolf ordered eagerly.
What are you talking about?Lara demanded with annoyance as she put her eye to the peephole.
It’s him,her inner beast informed her as Lara’s eyesight confirmed the impossible truth.
Alex Borealis stood in the hallway, staring at the door with fire in his eyes.
Oh. My. God.
Maybe if she ignored him, he would go away.
