Page 33 of The Bear's Fated Mate
His grin widened. “By the time I’m done tonight, I’ll make you scream my name so many times everyone in the Orion pack house will be looking for earplugs or moving to the Motel Six for some peace and quiet.”
He did.
And she did.
It was pretty certain that they did as well.
15
The next four days were a blur.
Alex had some vivid memories, especially of the killer sex and his and Lara’s ongoing conversations, but between those highlights there were a lot of things that didn’t seem real.
Like the way his bear refused to cooperate and behave politely in the pack house. Alex had been taught from the time he was very young that shifting was natural and getting naked in preparation for a shift was acceptable but not something you prolonged or flaunted.
And yet he caught himself more than once striding through the pack house buck naked, pausing at the edges of conversations. He might’ve spent a little time flexing his muscles during these excursions.
It wasn’t his fault that polar bears tended to be a couple sizes larger than your average wolf, whether in animal or human form. And surprisingly, after a few of these impromptu visits, the number of wolves brought in for Lara’s perusal seemed to have diminished.
He also shifted to his polar bear and made his way downstairs to sit in the middle of the common area, glaring at the most annoying of the wolves until Crystal, shaking her head, led him back to Lara’s apartment.
The Orion pack Alpha pointed firmly into the room.
Alex obligingly sauntered in, rubbing his big head along Lara’s bare leg—the one that was sticking out from under the covers from where she’d collapsed face down after their last session. He’d left her rather exhausted.
Smug satisfaction welled at that thought.
He crawled onto the mattress at her side.
She rolled and tangled her fingers in the fur by his ears. “Alex?”
“Keep your pet under control,” Crystal growled from her position at the door.
Lara twisted to face her sister, blinking away her sleepiness. “What?”
“He’s a menace. Keep track of him—he was wandering the pack house again.”
“I swear I just fell asleep for a minute. I don’t know why he took off.”
Crystal huffed. “Then stop sleeping. You need to keep a better eye on him. I don’t care if it isthe bear way, he’s not allowed to play handball with our pack mates.”
Lara seemed confused. “We…don’t have a handball court.”
“I know.” Crystal sniffed in Alex’s direction. “He used a pack mate as the ball and the wall of the garage as his court.”
Lara kept still until Crystal slammed the door shut after herself, and then she laughed as she pushed to her knees and wrapped her arms around his neck, completely comfortable with his furry self.
Of course she’s comfortable. What’s not to love?his bear gloated.
Alex took control and shifted back to human even as he chuckled inside.No problem with your ego.
Also in the category of strange were the weird presents that kept arriving for Lara. On Monday, it was a set of ninja movies. Tuesday, a huge bouquet of tulips arrived—God knows where they had been brought in from in September.
But the most…aromatic…was the morning they opened the door to discover a children’s swimming pool filled with fish in the middle of the hallway.
The fact it was fresh-caught trout and enough to feed the entire pack soothed over the wolves who were still eyeing Lara with confusion for bringing Alex home without much explanation.
Interestingly, his bear didn’t seem put out at all by the gifts.
