by Snow, Jenika
He left my panties on, my pants now pooled at my ankles, the look he had as he stared up at me intense, feral.
I saw a flash in his eyes, the blue turning to yellow as his bear came forward. God, that was so hot, so attractive that his animal wanted a piece of me as well. He leaned in and ran his nose along the lacy edge of my panties, and I heard him inhale. I couldn’t help but close my eyes and rest my head back on the tree.
The air sawed in and out of me, my lips pursed, the very idea that if he just touched my clit I’d come for him. But he kept his head resting on my belly, his nose perilously close to the place that ached desperately.
The slight pressure of my underwear being pulled against my hip pierced the foggy haze of desire right before I heard material being rent, torn clean from my body.
He helped pull my jeans off and then slid his hand up the back of my thigh and lifted my leg up and over his shoulder. I felt the cool air tease my folds and panted harder.
“So fucking perfect.” The way he spoke had wetness slipping from me. “You’re so fucking pink and swollen for me, India.” He groaned and leaned in to swipe his tongue up my center, right through my cleft until he reached my clit.
“God, yes.”
He sucked on that bundle of nerves until I was gripping his hair again, tighter, harder this time, pulling at the strands until he groaned against me. The vibrations went right to every erogenous zone in my body.
He was skilled as he ate me out, as he brought me to the brink of completion before edging away and starting the process all over again. I kept hold of his head, needing him to stay between my thighs, to feel the heat and warm wetness of his mouth on me.
I felt that climax start to rise once more, felt myself almost falling over the edge when he slowed his licking, his sucking.
“Oli, please,” I begged, whined.
“God, India, baby. I could be between your thighs for the rest of my life.” He licked up my slit. “You taste so sweet, so … mine.” He intensified, doubled his actions until I was grinding myself against this face, trying to find that release.
“Oli,” I moaned, so close to coming.
“Come on, baby. Let go for me.”
And as I came for Oli, as I leaned against this thick, old tree, my bear shifter between my thighs, holding me as he drew out my pleasure, I knew there was no other place in the world for me.
He’d always be here for me. He’d always hold me.
“Always,” he said as he gave my pussy one last lick before standing and pulling me close to his body. He just held me, whispered soft things in my ear, and made me feel whole.
Completely. Utterly. Whole.
* * *
Asher
I leaned against the banister and crossed my arms over my chest, watching as Oli and his mate disappeared into the forest. I grumbled to myself, and then heard Zakari, Maddix, and their mates laughing, which put me in a sour, jealous mood.
I was happy for my brothers, pleased they’d found their females. I’d long since come to the conclusion that I’d never find my other half.
As one of the older of the six of us, I figured I should have found my mate already. And seeing brother after brother find their happily ever after had hardened me, resolved me to focus on work and leave behind the hope that I’d ever be happy as well.
So, I worked my ass off doing home repairs, buying properties and flipping them. That was what I did, put my blood and sweat into creating perfection because I didn’t have that in my life.
And having my family was all well and good, but that didn’t make a shifter bear complete. Only my mate could do that.
I found myself even more pissy than before.
Cason and Damon stepped onto the deck, their presence drawing me out of my thoughts.
“We’re hitting up the bar,” Damon said gruffly. “All this mating is getting under our skin.”
Cason, the quietest one out of all of us, had a toothpick between his lips, his baseball cap pulled low, so it obstructed the view of his eyes.
“You up for going with us?” Case said in a low-pitched voice.
I looked back at the woods, continuing to hear Maddix and Zakari with their mates, and nodded.
“Yeah, I need to get the fuck out of here, too.”
Finding a mate was overrated ... at least that’s what I told myself because the very idea that I’d always have this little piece of myself missing was just too fucking painful to even think about.
Epilogue
India
Eighteen months later
I sat on the porch and closed my eyes, the sun peeking through the trees, a sliver of light washing over me. I found myself smiling, still not believing that I was here, living with Oli in his cabin, having left my life in California behind.
Over the last year and a half, a lot had changed. Not only was I still doing the mobile medic van, but I’d been able to get two more vans, one for Colorado, and the other for Seattle.
Never would I have thought I’d have three medical vans under my belt, let alone within an eighteen-month time-period.
But it helped to have a supportive partner, and that was what Oli was, through and through. He backed up every decision I made.
So, I’d made the decision to leave California, to have a trusted member of the team manage and handle the Californian mobile medic station and set up one in Colorado.
Where I now lived. Although there weren’t a lot of needy people in the town where Oli and I lived, I was able to travel to the surrounding cities, bigger areas where poverty and need were more prevalent. And it made me feel good to help, that I was bettering the world one small piece at a time.
Seattle had been my next stop. It had taken a little bit more time and planning, finding someone I trusted who wanted to manage that area. But now that it was all said and done, I felt pride that we were making a difference in the world, albeit a small one at first.
And as the years went by, I knew I’d set up more vans, help more people. I realized that was my mission in life. That, and being the best mate I could to Oli.
I watched as he stepped out of the tree line, a few rabbits in his grasp. Dinner.
I’d never been much of a meat eater but being mated to a bear shifter had certainly changed that.
And as I watched him come closer, saw the sweat glistening off his temples, knew he’d tracked and hunted our food tonight, all I felt was this intense wave of desire.
He was a man, a real one, who worked with his hands, who took care of his family ... who made sure I was happy and provided for.
If I were being honest, I knew Oli didn’t want me to work at all. He’d probably want me at home barefoot and pregnant. And even if the thought of carrying Oli’s baby made me happy, excited even ... even if I knew I was ready, I also liked my independence and the good that I was helping create in the world.
But I found myself placing my hand over my flat belly, picturing Oli’s baby in there, me growing bigger, my stomach getting rounder. I smiled again, looking down, envisioning it.
The sound of Oli approaching had me lifting my head and looking at him, walking toward me, his focus trained right on me. I heard the sound he made even from the distance, the same sound he made whenever he was in one of his moods. And by moods I meant aroused, ready to take me ... to make me orgasm more times than I could count.
I stood and walked up to him, scrunching my nose as he set the rabbits aside. Although I knew this was part of life, how we survived, I’d much rather just go to the store and get a package of ground hamburger meat.
Not Oli, though.
Not bear shifters living in the middle of the woods.
This was natural to them. This was life.
He pulled me in for a hug and, like he did every single time he held me, he buried his nose at the base of my neck. He ran his tongue over the mating mark, causing that now healed wound to tingle in awareness.
As the seconds moved by, I felt this change in Oli, f
elt the tightening of his body against mine, the way his hands curled possessively around me. I pulled back and felt my brows knit in curiosity, looking into his face, one that wasn’t classically handsome, but was brutal, with sharp edges and piercing blue eyes.
He inhaled again, his nostrils flaring, a low sound leaving him, one I couldn’t ever remember hearing before. It was sharp and jagged. It was the most animalistic one that had ever come from him.
And then he closed his eyes and his mouth parted slightly, the breath leaving him slowly.
“Oli?”
He opened his eyes and I saw he was no longer human, the once blue irises now glowing bright yellow, like amber lit from behind.
“Oli?” I said again.
“You’re primed.”
My mouth dried, my body reacting.
“Fertile.”
God, the way he said that, with so much need, had every part of me melting into a puddle. My nipples hardened, my pussy becoming wet.
“You haven’t been able to tell before?” My voice was a mere whisper as I looked at his mouth, wanting to kiss him … wanting him to kiss me.
“Not like this, not this powerful, not this definite.”
The way he said that last part had me feeling like liquid.
He took another step closer and I found myself moving one back.
“If I took you right now, filled you with my seed, you’d get pregnant, India.” He looked at my mouth, his eyes going half-mast, this almost purr leaving him. “A definite.” He slowly lifted his gaze from my mouth to look into my eyes.
My mouth was parted as I breathed fast and hard, so aroused as I stared at Oli, knowing how much he wanted me in this moment, that I couldn’t even catch my breath.
He took another step forward and I found myself between him and the front of the house, nowhere else to go. But this cat and mouse game, this forward and backward tango, only made the situation hotter.
He lifted his hands and placed them on the house, one hand on either side of my head. “What do you want, India?” He said those words low, deliberate, as he leaned in, our mouths only inches apart now. “If you don’t want this, I can wait, although it’ll be hard as fuck, baby. So damn hard I might not be able to control the shift, not when my bear wants out.” He closed his eyes, growling low. “A fertile mate is something that’s hard to resist, India.” His words were so low I almost didn’t hear him.
I panted, his words turning me on. The truth was, I wanted this. I wanted Oli in all ways, wanted this life we were creating.
I wanted his baby inside of me.
The way his pupils dilated and contracted, dilated and contracted, was a clear indication that he was barely hanging on to his control.
I licked my lips, knowing what I wanted, that starting this next chapter in my life would change a lot, but for the better. Always for the better.
“Tell me what you want, India.” He leaned in another inch, his mouth nearly brushing mine now.
“Take me to our room,” I said without hesitation.
Oli grinned, but it was a feral one, a flash of straight white teeth. I swore his pleasure was tangible in that moment, swore his body got bigger. And then he had me in his arms, his hands cupping my ass, holding me close to him, the feel of his hard, massive erection digging right between my thighs.
“Tonight, I’m going to fill you with my baby, India. Tonight, I’m getting my mate pregnant.”
And then he was striding inside of the cabin and to our room. He set me on the bed and I felt my heart trying to beat through my ribs.
“Are you ready for me, mate?” he asked as he started undressing.
I licked my lips nodded. “I’ve always been ready for you,” I said as I watched him get rid of the last stitch of clothing he wore. He stalked toward me.
“You’re so fucking perfect.” He grinned. “You’re all fucking mine.”
Nothing like a possessive bear shifter to make a girl feel like she was his world.
The End
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