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Authors: Jessie Lane
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woman’s curves.
She moaned as he gently pinched her nipples then reached back with one of her hands to grab his cock through his boxers. “I want to feel you inside of me again, mate. Prove to me bears do it better every time.”
Hell, the woman didn’t have to ask him twice. Borys let go of one of her breasts to reach down and push his boxers down his legs. Once they were puddled around his feet, he kicked them off to the side. Then he reached over, grabbed the hem of her shirt, and ripped it off over her head as she squealed at the quick move.
Running his hands down her back, he gently pushed her forward until her upper body was on the countertop in front of her.
He was just about to grab both cheeks of her ass, when suddenly, his doorbell rang, and his perfect moment was shattered.
Damn it all to hell!
Roaring in frustration, Borys told his cookie to cover up so he could scare whoever it was away. Then, stalking to his front door buck ass naked, he didn’t even care that he was about to give someone a superior show of all of his glory. Shifters weren’t exactly modest, and whoever this was at his front door was intruding on his time with his mate, and he was going to let them know it.
Flinging his door open, he took one look at the person standing on the other side of it and roared again in rage. The small, human man who had bugged him earlier was trembling in fear as he scanned Borys’s naked body up and down in surprise.
Stuttering, he said, “I-I c-can see I’ve come b-back at a bad time. I’m s-s-so sorry, Mr. Anderson. If you c-could just please sign this piece of paper con-confirming your name and address, I p-promise to go away and leav—”
Borys tuned out the rest of what the man said as he reached over to the side, grabbed the fifty-pound bag of fertilizer he had left on his porch, ripped open the top of the bag, and then dumped all the manure onto the human’s head for being such a pain in the ass.
The man shrieked in horror when he figured out he was literally being covered in shit and ran away, slipping and sliding down Borys’s walkway on the fertilizer that now coated him from head to toe.
When the man reached the street where his car was parked, Borys yelled out to him, “Remember, it’s Borys with a Y, asshole. Don’t ever come back!”
Slamming his front door, Borys stalked back to the kitchen where his mate was waiting for him, now sitting on top of the kitchen island. Once he got there, she glanced over at him, took one look at the aggravated look on his face, and arched an eyebrow.
“Is everything okay? You roared loud enough for my relatives to hear you in Russia.”
Closing the space between them, he ran his hands over her bare legs, pushing them apart so he could step between them. “Nothing for you to worry your pretty, little head about, cookie. Just had to get rid of some shit. Now, where were we?”
The sound of his mate’s laughter as he started to playfully nip and bite down her neck was sweeter than any dessert his mother had ever made him. It seemed as though he had a sweet tooth for his mate, and that was A-okay with him.
Chapter Twelve
One month later…
Misha used a box cutter to open one of the twenty boxes the delivery man had just dropped off at her new house. She was officially moving in with Borys. Her family back in Russia had packed up her things and shipped them to her here. Although, she would admit that it hadn’t been all that willingly.
No, the Vasiliev tigers had hissed, growled, and yowled over the many phone calls they had made her endure as they tried to talk her into coming back to the “homeland.” It would be an understatement to say that her adopted family was having a hard time accepting the fact that Misha had met her fated mate an ocean and continent away.
They had promised to take her into Moscow to find another bear if that was what she wanted. She had told them no. Then they promised her a whole harem of
She moaned as he gently pinched her nipples then reached back with one of her hands to grab his cock through his boxers. “I want to feel you inside of me again, mate. Prove to me bears do it better every time.”
Hell, the woman didn’t have to ask him twice. Borys let go of one of her breasts to reach down and push his boxers down his legs. Once they were puddled around his feet, he kicked them off to the side. Then he reached over, grabbed the hem of her shirt, and ripped it off over her head as she squealed at the quick move.
Running his hands down her back, he gently pushed her forward until her upper body was on the countertop in front of her.
He was just about to grab both cheeks of her ass, when suddenly, his doorbell rang, and his perfect moment was shattered.
Damn it all to hell!
Roaring in frustration, Borys told his cookie to cover up so he could scare whoever it was away. Then, stalking to his front door buck ass naked, he didn’t even care that he was about to give someone a superior show of all of his glory. Shifters weren’t exactly modest, and whoever this was at his front door was intruding on his time with his mate, and he was going to let them know it.
Flinging his door open, he took one look at the person standing on the other side of it and roared again in rage. The small, human man who had bugged him earlier was trembling in fear as he scanned Borys’s naked body up and down in surprise.
Stuttering, he said, “I-I c-can see I’ve come b-back at a bad time. I’m s-s-so sorry, Mr. Anderson. If you c-could just please sign this piece of paper con-confirming your name and address, I p-promise to go away and leav—”
Borys tuned out the rest of what the man said as he reached over to the side, grabbed the fifty-pound bag of fertilizer he had left on his porch, ripped open the top of the bag, and then dumped all the manure onto the human’s head for being such a pain in the ass.
The man shrieked in horror when he figured out he was literally being covered in shit and ran away, slipping and sliding down Borys’s walkway on the fertilizer that now coated him from head to toe.
When the man reached the street where his car was parked, Borys yelled out to him, “Remember, it’s Borys with a Y, asshole. Don’t ever come back!”
Slamming his front door, Borys stalked back to the kitchen where his mate was waiting for him, now sitting on top of the kitchen island. Once he got there, she glanced over at him, took one look at the aggravated look on his face, and arched an eyebrow.
“Is everything okay? You roared loud enough for my relatives to hear you in Russia.”
Closing the space between them, he ran his hands over her bare legs, pushing them apart so he could step between them. “Nothing for you to worry your pretty, little head about, cookie. Just had to get rid of some shit. Now, where were we?”
The sound of his mate’s laughter as he started to playfully nip and bite down her neck was sweeter than any dessert his mother had ever made him. It seemed as though he had a sweet tooth for his mate, and that was A-okay with him.
Chapter Twelve
One month later…
Misha used a box cutter to open one of the twenty boxes the delivery man had just dropped off at her new house. She was officially moving in with Borys. Her family back in Russia had packed up her things and shipped them to her here. Although, she would admit that it hadn’t been all that willingly.
No, the Vasiliev tigers had hissed, growled, and yowled over the many phone calls they had made her endure as they tried to talk her into coming back to the “homeland.” It would be an understatement to say that her adopted family was having a hard time accepting the fact that Misha had met her fated mate an ocean and continent away.
They had promised to take her into Moscow to find another bear if that was what she wanted. She had told them no. Then they promised her a whole harem of
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