do.” He moved to the next row. “And this was from the birthday we all got bikes. And this is us building a hunting cabin we have on the property. It’s sort of our man cave. I can take you there later.” She looked at all the pictures. There were years of memories. Years of smiles. Years of normal, boring life events. She heard the tenderness in his voice as he told her about his family history at Highland House. She felt one tear slide down her cheek and then another. “What’s wrong?” Striker stopped. “I don’t have anything like these.” Before she could wipe her face, Striker brushed his thumb across a tear. She looked into his eyes. “But you will.” He leaned down, his lips pressing against hers and she couldn’t stop the kiss if she wanted to. Her mouth craved him. The way he tasted. The way his lips felt firm and soft. The way he sucked at her while his tongue moved with a steady rhythm. She caught herself falling for it. “No.” She pushed against his massive chest. Damn it was solid. “Sorry. I hate for you to be sad. I’m sad you lost your parents, but there’s a family for you here.” Striker pulled his shoulders back. “Come on.” His hand felt warm and reassuring against her palm. “Where are we going?” “You’ll see.” He headed to the staircase and she felt nervous. Was he taking her to his room? Was he going to break the deal they had? What if this was a plot to turn her into a bear after all? They walked down the hall past his room and turned the corner for another hallway. This place was like a maze. Striker opened one door, shoving it wide open. Then another. And another. They stood in the middle of the hallway, surrounded by open doors. “I don’t get it.” She looked at the guestrooms. Each one was beautifully decorated. She wondered how many members of the Highland family there were. “This house hasn’t had children in it in years.” He took her by the shoulders. Her heart started to race. “Children?” “Yes. These rooms are empty. A waste of space if you ask me.” He spun her to face one. “Look at it. Boring guest room. Can you picture it with a crib?” “A crib?” Her pulse was picking up. Holy shit. What was he saying? “Or two? Or three?” He winked as he spun her to face him. “I could tell you all day about being a bear shifter. About how I control the bear in me. About how my family has kept our secret. About how for every bear there’s only one mate.” He brushed the hair from her shoulder. “Only one?” He nodded. “Just one. One woman who is so perfect.” He kissed behind her ear. “So beautiful.” He kissed along her throat and she felt her knees give way. “So fucking sexy,” he growled. Her core melted as his hand slipped around her waist. She needed his hand there to steady her. “Meant only for him. For him to love.” He cupped her breast and she moaned. “For him to claim.” He stroked her throat. “For him to fill with his cubs.” “Striker, the other night…when I told you I wanted you…” She already knew the answer. She knew it wasn’t like any kind of sex she’d ever had before. It wasn’t a one-night stand. “Did you? Am I? Are we already?” His eyes burned with desire. “Yes. I claimed you.” “Because I said yes?” He nodded. “I asked you, but this time I want you to ask me to do it.” Everything in her lit with fire at the words. She was already wet and her chest heaved with shallow breaths. Fuck. The other night was reckless and heated and she didn’t know she was committing to a life with a bear shifter when she told him he could take her in his bed. All she knew was that a gorgeous sexy man wanted her and it felt good. This was different. This was everything. “Forever, Presley.” He tipped her chin upward. She looked in his eyes. The eyes of the man who was melting any shred of resistance she had. The man who told her he was a bear. The man who had saved