Page 25 of Goldie's Grumpy Grizzly
“Cole.”
Now. Mark her, now.
Then her body goes taut, her back arches, and her neck is fully exposed. I bend my head and sink my teeth into the soft, sensitive slope of her neck as she shouts, convulsing as she comes apart. A second later, I join her, roaring as my cock erupts, spilling my seed into her heat at long last.
Spent and happy, I hold her close without pulling out.
Then it happens. On the edges of my vision, that invisible shimmering tie locks into place and my soul expands. Tenderness explodes in me as I shelter my mate in my arms.
Nothing and no one can come between us now.
Chapter Eleven
Rae
“Goldie.” A low murmur sounds in my ear. Cole’s breath stirs my hair, and his beard tickles the side of my neck.
“Mmm.” I’d been having a delicious dream about frolicking in the wilderness, running wild, naked, and free through a forest thick with trees. At my side, an enormous beast with watchful eyes keeps me company. Keeping me safe and protected.
The muscled arm around my midsection tightens, and I snuggle closer into the soothing, rumbly wall of muscle behind me. Curling up together, I can feel the evidence of Cole’s arousal rub against the curve of my ass. I bite back a smile as he groans softly behind me.
“If you keep picturing yourself naked, that’s exactly what you’re going to be in a minute.”
A giggle bursts out of me as I turn over and take in the rumpled sight of the man who’s plagued my dreams. Cole’s eyes are near-slits as he gazes at me, and I slide my fingers through the coarse hair covering his chest. I still can’t quite believe how much has changed in a matter of days.
Mate, he’d said.
Fated to be together, matched on a soul-level with this grumbly, sexy shifter I’ve dreamed about.
At first, it hadn’t seemed possible. But when I consider the irresistible pull I felt toward Fable Forest, the inexplicable sense of belonging that’d come over me when I entered these grounds, and the instant attraction that struck me the second I laid eyes on Cole, I can admit that none of that’s really… normal.
“I think I spent plenty of time naked yesterday,” I say, ducking my head to hide my blushing face. I’d worked hard last night, propped up on the little chair Cole had handily fixed up for me after I’d broken it. The words flew out of me like a dam had broken, pouring from my head to the page through fast-flying fingers as if I’d been in some kind of trance. And when I finished a particularly spicy scene, feeling mentally spent and physically peaked, he was there.
White-knuckled grip clinging to the arms of the sofa, as if he’d been holding himself back. Like if he let go, he’d spring forward and tackle me to the faux fur rug and ravage me in all the ways I’d imagined.
The second the thought entered my head, he’d lifted his shining, pleading eyes to mine. And with the crook of one little finger, I’d granted him permission to come and get me.
Oh, boy, did he.
My clit still tingles with the memory of his tongue, and I’m still sore from taking his fingers and his monster cock. He’d rutted into me on the floor, poured his sweet release into my pulsing pussy while he bent me over the arm of the sofa. Then when he’d grown erect while showering off, he let me climb over him on that tiled bench and ride him until I saw nothing but stars.
But my hunger and lust aren’t sated by the earth-shattering orgasms he gives me. My desire for him comes roaring back with swift vengeance, and I find myself wanting to milk every drop from him. Wanting to feel my belly swell with his cub.
When we finally make it into the kitchen for breakfast, Cole fixes our coffees while I pull out an everything bagel breakfast casserole and pop it into the oven. Then, I rummage around the cupboards looking for flour, sugar, and chocolate chips.
“Your mom’s going to think I’m awfully rude. You shouldn’t have dragged me away from the house before dinner. I’ll have to make some apology cookies and bring them over to go over the stuff we were supposed to talk about yesterday. Think she’ll like triple chocolate?”
“Trust me, my mom will understand. She’s probably over the moon, praying that grand-cubs come sooner rather than later.”
“So, explain it to me again. You’re saying you can speak in my head because we’re mates.”
“Uh-huh. And you can speak in mine. We can communicate across our bond. Even across great distances. It’s near impossible to hide anything from your mate, but you can learn to shield your thoughts. Or, of course, something can affect the strength of our bond, temporarily affecting our connection.”
He polishes off the last of the honey-nut oatmeal muffins and eyeballs the bowl of cookie ingredients I’m throwing together into a bowl.
At this rate, if Rae keeps shoving her baked goods in my face, my bear and I will pack on the pounds in no time.
“Hey!” I exclaim, wagging a wooden spoon at him. “I’m not forcing you to eat my goodies.”
