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expression. “Well, apparently sweet words weren’t getting through to you. But that’s not all there is, Hope. You are the woman I want to spend from now into eternity with. I want to love you, I want to fight with you, I want to spend each and every day with you by my side.” He took her hands and pulled her to him, hope rising in his chest when she didn’t pull away. “I want to give you my cub. I want to love you until the world stops spinning. I want… you.” He placed his hand on her chest, directly over her rapidly beating heart. “Let me spend the rest of my life showing you how much my bear wants you. How much I want you. How perfect you are. For. Me.” He bent his head and kissed her. A soft, slow press of the lips that he prayed conveyed all he was feeling for her. His need. His want. His desire. His hopelessness if she did choose to walk out the door. “You’re not too hard, not too soft. You’re just right for me.”
“Hey, my name’s not Goldie.” She gave him a half-hearted punch in the chest before settling into his arms.
“And I’m only one bear. The bear who will love you forever.” As he gave her a deep, soul-satisfying kiss, he silently thanked the Fates that had seen fit to send him his mate. To send him Hope.
Hours later they sat on the floor in front of the fire, eating left over pizza and ice cream. As he scraped the bottom of the carton and fed her the last bite of the rocky road, she asked, “Can I see your bear?”
He smiled at her and sat the carton and spoon aside, leaning back against the bottom of the couch. “Right now? It means I’ll have to get naked again.”
One of her eyebrows rose. “And that’s a problem for you?”
“Hell, no. But once I’m naked, I’m not gonna wanna shift into a bear. I’m gonna wanna push you to the floor and mount you from behind.”
“Again, is that a problem for you?” Her eyes fell to his lap where his cock was laying, strong and thick, against his thigh, already recovered from their marathon session in front of the fire.
“What do you think?” He clenched his inner muscles and made his cock jerk.
“Marcus.” She tried to scold him, but his name came out on a breathless sound, half laughter, half whisper of need.
“I will always give you what you want, Hope.” He stood up and took off his jeans. His cock stood at half-mast. He walked to the other side of the living room and her insides shivered as she watched the clench and release of his ass cheeks. Damn, the man was built. So big, so strong.
So hers.
“Here goes. Don’t be afraid. It’s still me.”
“I know.” She smiled at him.
In a flash, his body disappeared and a two-ton grizzly was sitting on the wooden floor of the cabin. Now she knew why he had made this room so open and big.
“Oh, my god.” Hope gasped for breath, the suddenness of the change and the beauty of his bear taking her breath away. The bear took a step forward and she did as well. “Can I touch you?”
The bear huffed and she smiled, letting her hand settle on his fur. She stroked her hand down his head and over his back. “You’re so soft.” When she stopped, he butted his head gently against her chest, pulling the hem of her borrowed t-shirt up past the curve of her thighs and exposing her pussy. The bear stilled and took a deep breath.
“Stop that.” She scolded, blushing furiously. She stroked his fur again, hoping to distract him from the fact that she was wet for him. In another blink of an eye, Marcus was in front of her, her hand pressed against his chest. He kissed her and her body swelled with love and desire.
“I give you my heart, Hope Martin, soon-to-be Abrams. Forever and always.”
“And I love you, my mate.” Hope stood on her tiptoes, her shirt riding up again. His hand found her bare flesh quickly, stroking between her legs. “I think you promised me a ravishing, bear.”
She squealed as he threw her over his shoulder and headed back to the fireplace.
“Hey, my name’s not Goldie.” She gave him a half-hearted punch in the chest before settling into his arms.
“And I’m only one bear. The bear who will love you forever.” As he gave her a deep, soul-satisfying kiss, he silently thanked the Fates that had seen fit to send him his mate. To send him Hope.
Hours later they sat on the floor in front of the fire, eating left over pizza and ice cream. As he scraped the bottom of the carton and fed her the last bite of the rocky road, she asked, “Can I see your bear?”
He smiled at her and sat the carton and spoon aside, leaning back against the bottom of the couch. “Right now? It means I’ll have to get naked again.”
One of her eyebrows rose. “And that’s a problem for you?”
“Hell, no. But once I’m naked, I’m not gonna wanna shift into a bear. I’m gonna wanna push you to the floor and mount you from behind.”
“Again, is that a problem for you?” Her eyes fell to his lap where his cock was laying, strong and thick, against his thigh, already recovered from their marathon session in front of the fire.
“What do you think?” He clenched his inner muscles and made his cock jerk.
“Marcus.” She tried to scold him, but his name came out on a breathless sound, half laughter, half whisper of need.
“I will always give you what you want, Hope.” He stood up and took off his jeans. His cock stood at half-mast. He walked to the other side of the living room and her insides shivered as she watched the clench and release of his ass cheeks. Damn, the man was built. So big, so strong.
So hers.
“Here goes. Don’t be afraid. It’s still me.”
“I know.” She smiled at him.
In a flash, his body disappeared and a two-ton grizzly was sitting on the wooden floor of the cabin. Now she knew why he had made this room so open and big.
“Oh, my god.” Hope gasped for breath, the suddenness of the change and the beauty of his bear taking her breath away. The bear took a step forward and she did as well. “Can I touch you?”
The bear huffed and she smiled, letting her hand settle on his fur. She stroked her hand down his head and over his back. “You’re so soft.” When she stopped, he butted his head gently against her chest, pulling the hem of her borrowed t-shirt up past the curve of her thighs and exposing her pussy. The bear stilled and took a deep breath.
“Stop that.” She scolded, blushing furiously. She stroked his fur again, hoping to distract him from the fact that she was wet for him. In another blink of an eye, Marcus was in front of her, her hand pressed against his chest. He kissed her and her body swelled with love and desire.
“I give you my heart, Hope Martin, soon-to-be Abrams. Forever and always.”
“And I love you, my mate.” Hope stood on her tiptoes, her shirt riding up again. His hand found her bare flesh quickly, stroking between her legs. “I think you promised me a ravishing, bear.”
She squealed as he threw her over his shoulder and headed back to the fireplace.
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