Page 17 of Having the Bear's Baby

“I want you. I want to feel you inside me,” she pleaded.

Liam kicked off his briefs and hovered above Emma, wanting to give her everything she needed.

“Fill me up, Liam. I need you.”

He couldn’t hold it any longer. Liam abided by his mate’s request and pushed his thick cock deep inside her wet, slick pussy.

He groaned as he felt her walls close around his ridges. Her nails dug into his back as she moaned with pleasure.

“Yes!”

Liam let his inner bear take control and consume his mate over and over that night, just as she kept begging him to.

SEVEN

EMMA

Emma waved goodbye to a few people from the office as she stepped onto the elevator. She sighed, having had a really long day. She tried to shake it off and think about something else. She didn’t like to continue worrying about work after hours.

Her mind drifted back to the other night with Liam. She couldn’t help but blush at how gentle and loving he was. She was getting closer to her lifelong dream of being a mom, and she could see it happening with Liam.

She got to the main floor and pushed the door to get outside. The weather was nice, and she felt like taking a walk. She could go for one when she got back to her apartment.

She looked down at her phone, wondering if maybe Liam would want to join her. He’d been messaging her all day. They were sending cute little emojis back and forth. She almost spit her soup out of her nose after the one he’d sent her at lunch.

She was extremely happy, and she couldn’t remember the last time she had been. Probably when her father was still around, and she felt she still had a family.

Liam’s family had been extremely loving yesterday. They all looked up to each other, and she wanted to be part of that.

Someone cleared their throat, and she pulled her gaze up from her phone. She took in two tall men wearing clothing consisting of dirty jeans and plain shirts. They looked like normal people, but something told her that wasn’t entirely true.

Working as a volunteer, she quickly learned how to put her guard up and let her guard down when needed. And right now, her guard went way up.

“Are you Emma?”

She looked back at her building, contemplating running back inside, but decided against it. It would look childish.

She straightened her back and nodded. “Yes, can I help you with something? I am off the clock at the moment.”

One of them, the shorter one with deep black hair and hazel eyes, spoke to her. His voice came out rough and rude. “We aren’t here to volunteer.”

She crossed her arms, taking a steady breath in.

“We are here about Liam,” the second one said. This one was taller with a terrible mohawk. He had lighter brown hair and a scar across his chin.

Liam? She perked up at his name and smiled. “Yes? What about him?”

“We heard you’re seeing him.”

She frowned, not liking how they stated it.

Her mind gathered that they must know who Liam was, possibly someone from his clan. But she had met a large portion of the group, and none of them looked like the people standing in front of her.

The clan also gave her a welcoming feeling while these two were putting her so far on edge that she could hardly breathe. Something didn’t seem right.

While she didn’t really know much about the clan or how everything worked, she knew this wasn’t right. She tightened her fingers on her phone, suddenly wishing that Liam was here with her.

“I’m sorry, who are you?” she said instead of answering their question.

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