Page 25 of Shifter Mate Magic
“Yes,” she crooned, her eyes closed and her hips pumping. “All the way.”
He pushed until he couldn’t go any further, then backed out a little and thrust again. He watched her anxiously, even though it was killing him not to fully slide in and out of her wetness.
She opened her eyes and smiled. “That, only a lot harder and faster.”
He thrust in and out of her like a piston, picking up speed. Every nerve ending in his body sparked with every stroke. He rounded his back above her, so he could stay off her stomach but capture one of her distended nipples with his mouth and work it with his tongue. Pleasure swamped the mate bond, and he lost track of which sensations were his and which were hers. Her magic caressed him, magnifying every sensation.
Tingling began at the base of his spine. He fought to hold off his impending orgasm as he licked his finger, then slid his hand between them to find her clit. He slid back and forth across it, reaching through the mate bond to help her find another release. Her magic flared, her core spasmed around him as she screamed, and he was gone.
He thrust hard into her and held himself there as his orgasm blew apart any semblance of thought. The bond solidified and grabbed hold of his soul. His bear rose to the surface to finish the claiming, creating a new, shared scent for both of them. Now everyone would know he belonged to her, and she to him.
After long moments, she reached up with a shaky hand to caress his face. “That was amazing. I love you.”
He slid his arms under her, then, still inside her, rolled them both so she was half on top of him. “I love you.” He nuzzled her neck and savored her new scent that combined her, him, and his bear.
“I can feel the bond now. It’s like a glow in my head and heart.” She rolled onto her back, parting them, leaving a trail of moisture. “I think we’re going to need some extra pillows. This one’s wet.”
He laughed and climbed over her—with a side trip for a long kiss—to the side of the bed next to the bedside table. “I’ll call for some.”
“May as well ask for some extra bath towels, too.” She sat up and slid to the edge of the bed. “Not to be indelicate or anything, but we both need showers.” She wiped a sheen of sweat off her chest. “And I didn’t eat dinner, so those damn banana Moon pies are callin’ to me.”
“Why don’t you take a shower while I call the front desk and make some sandwiches?” He waved toward the big cooler and the bags crowded on the dresser. “Turkey? Roast beef? Ham? I didn’t know what you like, so I bought one of everything. Chocolate milk, too.”
“Surprise me. I like anything.” She chuckled. “Well, almost anything. Our kid better be damn grateful I’m drinking milk for her.” She disappeared into the bathroom.
Trevor laughed, delighted by her humor, and the fact she’d said, “our kid.” He really had hit the jackpot.
* * *
After deliveries, showers, and consuming of meals and Moon pies, they made love again, more leisurely this time. He loved her confident, practical approach to pleasure, both getting and giving.
Sated, he sprawled on the big bed. The bedside clock said it was nearly midnight. She turned out the last light and crawled across the mattress toward him. The moonlight through the curtains gave him plenty of light to see by.
She rested her head on his shoulder. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Anything.”
“Would you be willing to change me into a bear, after I give birth?”
He almost bolted upright in surprise. A flurry of conflicting emotions ran through him. His bear woke up and chuffed its displeasure at whatever had threatened his human half.
She sat up to look at him. Magic flared, and the bedside lamp snapped on. “Talk to me, darlin’.”
He stalled for time. “Why do you want to be changed?”
“As a human, I can’t protect my daughter, or even help her understand and control her dual nature. Your job takes you away a lot, so I want to be the second-biggest bear in her life.” She sighed and put her hand on his chest. “Shifters live a lot longer than humans. Did you know that Shiloh’s mate, Matteo, was mated once before? His human mate refused the change and died, and Matteo mourned for centuries. I don’t want that for you.”
Trevor shuddered at the thought of losing her. “You could become something besides my type of bear.”
“Why would I want to? I love your wooly bear.”
“No one else does, except my aunt. My bear isn’t normal.” He took her hand in his. “I’m bigger than any bear I’ve ever seen, and I’m the uber-alpha. No ordinary shifter can beat me in a dominance fight.”
“Those all sound like pluses to me.” A puzzled look settled on her face.
He caressed her hand with his thumb. “In the human world, you know how some folks are always noticing anyone with brown skin, like we might jump them or steal the silver? Double that for what most shifters, especially alphas, will think of you. All you want is to do your job, or have a cup of coffee, but they act like it’s a challenge. Some of them want you out of their territory, and some, like Roehm, would want you dead.” He blew out a heavy breath. “Multiply that times ten for what other bear clans will think of you. My mother and my aunt are brown bears, and my dad is a black bear. I’m a throwback of some sort. When I was fourteen, my parents sent me off to live with my aunt because I was ruining their chances for moving up in the ranks.”
She tilted her head. “I haven’t noticed anyone in Kotoyeesinay giving you the hairy eyeball.”
