by Ruby Shae
“If she’s your mate, why doesn’t she bear your mark?” the man accused. “Why is she with me on Valentine’s Day instead of you?”
He looked down to see Fiona staring up at him, her green eyes wide, waiting for his response. She was so beautiful. He ignored the man and spoke directly to her.
“Fiona, I’m not married. Heather is my cousin and I hired her, and two other people, so I would have time to be the kind of man you deserve, not some stressed out workaholic who can only see you every few months. You’re my heart, and the most important thing to me. Please give me a chance to show you how much I love you.”
As he waited for her response, he glanced at her date and the man stared at her with an eyebrow raised, asking a silent question. It seemed as if the man’s next move would be decided by her words, and it was only then that he noticed their similarities.
“It’s okay, Caleb,” she sighed. “Owen this is my brother, Caleb. Caleb, this is Owen Waverly.”
Caleb stuck out his hand, and Owen grabbed it.
“It’s nice to finally meet you,” Caleb said, his face still hard as granite. “You break her heart, and I won’t be so nice the next time we’re in the same room together.”
“It’s nice you meet you, too, and you don’t need to worry,” Owen replied. “I don’t plan on breaking her heart.”
“Caleb,” Fiona said, “I think you should go now. Owen and I have a lot to talk about and you need to fix things with Marianne.”
“Call me,” her brother said, looking at her pointedly.
“I will. Happy Valentine’s Day.”
“Happy Valentine’s Day, sister. I love you.” Caleb kissed her on the cheek, and then turned back to Owen. He smiled, and patted him on the back. “Hopefully the next time we meet it will be less eventful.”
“Hopefully. Good luck, tonight,” Owen said.
“Thanks,” Caleb called over his shoulder. “I have a feeling I’m going to need it.”
They both watched him leave, and then Owen spoke again.
“Do you want to stay and finish your lunch?”
“No,” she said, quietly.
“Do you want to go upstairs?”
“Yes,” she said.
He waved over the waiter and paid the bill, and then he stood and offered her his hand.
Thankfully, she took it.
Chapter Five
Owen is here! Oh my god!
The same two sentences had filtered through Fiona’s mind at least a thousand times since Owen showed up and interrupted her lunch with Caleb. She remembered what the Matchmaker had said about things changing for the Montgomery siblings and she wondered if the woman had known more than she let on.
She tried to remain calm and casual, but inside her stomach flip-flopped. Owen had shown up, on his busiest day of the year, and announced that he hadn’t been married, and more importantly, he’d said she was his mate.
They rode the elevator in silence, and then he followed her down the hall equally quiet. He didn’t say a word until he closed the room door, successfully blocking out the rest of the world.
“Fiona—”
“You’re sure you’re not married?”
She’d believed him, and yet, it was all too surreal. She needed to hear him say the words again.
“I’m sure. Why don’t we sit down? Would you like some water?”
“Yes, please.”
She sat at the tiny table and waited for him to join her. He brought over two bottles of water, and gulped his halfway down before he started talking. His hand shook slightly and she realized it was the first time she’d ever seen him nervous.
“I think I’d better start at the beginning…”
The beginning had been when he’d taken over his father’s store. He told her about falling deep into the business, his plans for success, and how easy it had been to let other aspects of his life go…until she’d moved to Shadow Ridge. He’d fought with himself for two years over his passion for the business, his self-imposed duty to his father, and his personal life. He’d finally figured it out, though, and told her of the changes he’d begun to make at the beginning of the year.
“I hired Heather, a woman named Cynthia and Chris’ son to run the storefront so I can be behind the scenes. That was the surprise. I want to spend as much time with you as possible. I want to be your bear’s mate and get married so the whole world knows you belong to me. I know I’ve been a horrible mate so far, but if you give me another chance, I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
“You haven’t been horrible—”
“Yes, I have. If you had known how much I love you, you would have never doubted my devotion.”
“You love me? Are you sure?” She hated to sound so insecure, but the last two weeks had been filled with a lot of pain and self-doubt. She needed him to say the words.
“I do. I love how kind and friendly you are to both the tourists and the members of our community. I love how smart you are, and how patient you’ve been with me all this time. I love watching you walk down the street, confident and smiling, and the way your hair bounces around your shoulders. I love knowing that you’re coming into the store every day to see me, and no one else, and I like that you love my chocolate.”
“I do, and that will probably never change.”
He hadn’t said one word about her size, and she needed to know how he felt about her curves. She liked her body, and it was important that her mate like it, too.
“Good. I’ll love you no matter what, but your curves are sexier than hell and I can’t wait to wrap my arms around you and hold you against me all night long. I can’t do those chaste kisses anymore. I want to rub my hands all over you and feel your cunt flex tight around my dick.”
Well, that was convincing.
“I want that, too. I love you, too, Owen.”
“Wait, there’s something else.”
He seemed so serious and her elation deflated. The moment was too perfect, too wonderful, too…everything. Now came time for the bombshell.
How could I be so stupid?
She closed her eyes and tried to brace herself for his next words. When she opened them, he slid a small, square box across to her side of the table. It was small, light blue and tied with a white ribbon. The beautiful package was easily recognizable and she could barely breathe. Her eyes filled with unshed tears as she stared at the pretty, perfect bow.
“Until you bear my mark, and we share our vows, I want the world to know you belong to me.”
It was her turn to shake as she lifted the lid and slid out the blue velvet ring box. Inside sat a platinum gold band with four small, princess cut diamonds across the top. It was exactly the ring she would have picked, if she could have chosen any ring in the world.
“It’s perfect,” she whispered.
“So are you. Marry me?”
“Yes.”
He stood and took the ring out of the box. He grabbed her left hand and slid it down her ring finger, and then he pulled her out of the chair.
Her chest slammed into his and he wrapped his arms around her and covered her lips with his.
Instead of the usual casual, boring peck, Owen claimed her with his mouth. When she gasped, she slid his tongue between her lips and tangled it with her own. His movements were passionate, urgent and demanding and she loved every minute of it. Liquid heat dampened her panties, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back with equal ardor.
Suddenly, Owen broke the kiss, bent down and lifted her into his arms. She kept her arms around his neck and held on as he carried her across the threshold and into the bedroom of the suite. She never doubted his strength, or his ability to carry her.
He set her down next to the bed, grabbed the hem of her sweater and pulled the soft material up her waist. She raised her arms and he slid the fabric over her head. He groaned when her fuchsia lace bra came into view, and ripped his own shirt over his head.
Fiona bit her lower lip and s
tared at his solid chest. She’d known he was strong, but she had no idea how much power he had hidden beneath his clothes. She stepped forward, pressed her body against his, and swiped her tongue over one of his nipples. He slid his hand into her hair and pulled her head back, forcing her to look up at him.
“Do your panties match this pretty pink bra, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” she admitted.
“Show me.”
He let go of her hair and she took a few steps away and turned around. She undid the zipper on her skirt and slowly pulled it down, over her ass, revealing her matching satin and lace panties. She looked back to see him undoing his belt and pushing his pants and boxers down his legs. He walked up behind her and pressed his front to her back. His large, hard cock pressed against her lower back, and one hand covered a breast while the other delved down her panties.
When his finger found her clit, she pushed back into him on her tip-toes and he growled in approval as his cock nestled between the globes of her ass. He kissed her neck and slid two fingers into her soaking wet pussy. She moaned, and dug her nails into his forearm as he moved in and out of her cunt in a steady rhythm.
Her pussy contracted around his fingers and her whole body tightened as her orgasm came at a shocking speed. Owen pushed into her cunt once more and she coated the digits with her honey. He kept hold of her until her breathing returned to something resembling normal.
“You are so beautiful when you come,” he said. “I love all those sounds you make.”
She gave him a half smile and closed her eyes. Her whole body tingled, she could barely stand, and she reveled in the feel of his arms around her. When he removed his hand, she felt empty and whimpered in his arms.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere,” he assured her. “Get on the bed.”
She crawled on the bed and he followed. He lay on his back and pulled her against his chest.
“What about you?” she asked, quietly.
“Later. We have all night. Rest now, sweetheart.”
She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
***
Oh my god! That feels so good!
Owen was having the best dream. Fiona’s mouth encircled his cock and sucked him deep, then she released him and swirled her tongue around the shaft until she reached the tip. With slow and careful movements, she repeated the entire process.
He’d had dreams about her before, but never so vivid, and never about her sucking his dick. He was usually sinking into her soft, wet pussy.
Something he hadn’t done yet.
Even though he’d been celibate since she’d moved to town, he hadn’t minded pleasuring her and receiving nothing in return. She’d waited two years for him; he could wait a couple more hours for her.
He thought back to earlier, when he saw her in the restaurant. Everything up until that moment had clicked into place, and he understood why the Matchmaker had sent him to the hotel at that time. He needed to prove to Fiona, and everyone listening, that he was devoted to her and no one else.
He had no problems making his feelings known.
Damn! That feels perfect!
He opened his eyes and glanced at the clock on the nightstand. Nine o’clock. From the darkness in the room, and the lack of sunlight streaming around the double lined drape, he guessed it was still Valentine’s Day.
The space next to him, where Fiona should have been, was empty and the sheet was cold. He listened, but he didn’t hear any sounds in the room except what sounded like the soft rustling of a sheet. His body still tingled from his impressive dream, and suddenly, the heavenly feeling returned.
He reached down to grab his dick and came in contact with Fiona’s head. She giggled and crawled out from under the covering.
“Oh, good. You’re awake,” she said and leaned down to kiss him. “I need you, now.”
She straddled him and positioned herself over his cock, and then met his eyes and waited as if seeking approval.
“I’m yours, sweetheart,” he said, honestly. “You can do whatever you want to me, and take whatever you need. Fuck me, Fiona.”
She impaled herself on his cock and he roared in pleasure and dug his fingers into her thighs. He was amazed at how tight and perfect she was, as if she had been made just for him.
Her pussy pulsed around him, and she began to move up and down his shaft. She placed her hands on his chest and bounced up and down rapidly, intensifying the tingling he’d felt moments before.
She’d removed her bra and panties and the sight of her large breasts, hard nipples and shaved mound only added to his desire. He grabbed her breasts and massaged the soft flesh.
She moaned and moved faster, and more of her essence coated his cock and dripped down to his sac. He felt her pussy contract around him and she screamed as she continued to bounce wildly.
The familiar tingling started at the base of his spine and spread through his body like wildfire. He moved his hands to her hips and held on as he came deep inside her. She continued to move until she’d milked him dry, and then she collapsed on top of him.
He kissed the top of her head.
“You are so sexy. I love you, sweetheart.”
“I love you, too,” she said, and kissed him on the lips.
“Are you hungry?”
“I’m starving, and I need a shower, unless…”
“Unless what, sweetheart?” he asked, eager to please her in any way possible.
“Do you want to try out that enormous bathtub?”
“Only if you promise to fuck me while wearing nothing but bubbles.”
She laughed.
“You’re on.”
She jumped off the bed and raced him into the bathroom. They stayed in the round basin, laughing and making love, until the water grew cold and their stomachs would no longer be ignored.
Later that night, as Fiona slept beside him, he smiled as he thought about their first Valentine’s Day together. Luckily, she’d given him the chance to explain, and accepted his apology for the way he’d behaved over the last two years.
She’d given him a second chance, and he planned to make sure she never regretted it.
For the rest of their lives, no matter what happened, she would always know what it felt like to mated to a bear in love.
The End
From the Author
Thank you for purchasing this book. Your support allows me to continue doing a job I love every day. If you liked this story, please consider leaving a review so more people can find and enjoy my books.
Hugs,
Ruby Shae
About the Author
I write sizzling, sexy, shifter romance. Until I find my own tall, muscle bound, alpha shifter…I’ll keep writing about them. Visit my website to learn more about my books (and me!)
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