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roared once more, demanding that Malcolm bite Luke. He didn’t need to bite Luke to claim him. He was a bear. There was no need, but the urge was still there nonetheless. Malcolm withdrew and then spun Luke onto his back, shoving his cock back into his mate as he licked his way up Luke’s chest and then over his shoulder before sinking his teeth deeply into Luke’s skin, feeling the tender flesh give as he pulled Luke down onto his cock.
    As he pulled his canines free, Malcolm gasped. Tiny, colorful ribbons began to from, one pulling from Malcolm, the other from Luke. They swirled around and then two small transparent forms in the exact same image of him and Luke danced around one another, melded together, and then split apart, Luke’s image entering Malcolm as Malcolm’s image entered Luke.
    Never in his life had he ever seen anything like that before. Luke grabbed Malcolm, pulling him down for a kiss as he slammed his ass onto Malcolm’s cock, Luke’s head falling back as he shouted out his release.
    The smell of Luke’s seed pulled Malcolm from his stunned state as he drove his cock hard into Luke’s ass, his release once again shattering through him. Malcolm roared, his hips snapping quickly until the last of his seed was inside Luke.
    Good fucking god, he felt like a new man as he fell to his side, taking Luke with him as pure satiation washed over him and pulled him into a deep sleep, his cock still locked inside his mate’s body.

    * * * *

    “Um, that was gross,” Bryce said as he stared at the ceiling.
    Chance shuddered as he thought of his pa upstairs having sex. Gross, gross, double gross. That was his pa.
    Gross.
    “Looks like we got ourselves a new pa.” Chauncey snickered as he bounced Cole on his knee.
    “What’s that smell?”
    Chance rolled his eyes and then jumped from the table, taking off out of the kitchen, shouting over his shoulder before disappearing. “Your turn.”

Chapter Seven

    Luke sat at the kitchen table staring at the men around him. Malcolm’s sons were almost as big as Malcolm was. Luke felt small as hell compared to these men. He was six one and had a nicely shaped body, not muscular like the bears, but not puny either.
    But he sure as shit felt puny as Chauncey reached in front of him to grab a biscuit. Luke watched as the rather large arm pulled back, veins and bicep showing off proudly. It was like watching a mountain slide to his left, right in front of his very eyes.
    “So, you’re our new pa?” Chance asked as he shoved a forkful of mashed potatoes into his mouth, staring at Luke curiously.
    “I…” Was he? Luke glanced around the table, seeing so many sets of eyes on him that he wanted to sink down onto the floor and hide under the table. He wasn’t normally like this. Luke could hold his own, but in a house full of bears, he knew when he was outmuscled.
    “Leave him alone, son,” Malcolm warned.
    “I was just asking,” Chance mumbled under his breath as he stabbed at his food.
    Luke wasn’t sure if this was how they normally were, tension so thick it could be cut with a knife, but he didn’t like it. He could tell he was the reason behind it.
    “If you want me to be,” Luke answered Chance as he fed Cole a small spoonful of mashed potatoes. His son chewed on it for a moment and then let it fall from his mouth. He wasn’t used to eating table food. Luke was still strictly bottle-feeding him, but Malcolm had said that Cole was old enough to try different foods, just as long as he was given them one at a time in case of allergies.
    Luke wasn’t too sure about the table food. Cole looked to be playing with it more than he was actually eating it. Cole had been fed from a wet nurse in his tribe, but he seriously doubted there was one around here.
    “Depends,” Chauncey said. “You know anything about raising bears?”
    A low growl rumbled in Malcolm’s chest as he glared at Chauncey. “He doesn’t need to know. You’re full grown. But I can change