Grayslake: More than Mated: Bears Do It Better (Kindle Worlds Novella) by Jessie Lane Page A
Authors: Jessie Lane
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stilled, allowing his mate to stretch comfortably around him.
Pulling his lips away from their kiss, he checked to make sure she was okay, only to get another moan of begging from her.
“Please, Borys, please! Move. You feel so good inside me.”
He felt her pussy pulse all around him as he started to move in and out of her in slow, steady thrusts. He wouldn’t last long; she felt too damn good. That was okay, though. He could tell his mate was on the edge of a second orgasm already, and he was determined to give her that before he let himself plunge into his own pleasure.
Taking his time, he started moving his thumb around her clit in steady circles again until she was thrashing beneath him, sobbing for relief. If only she knew how tight his balls were and what an agony it was for him to hold off, just so he could make sure she was taken care of first.
She felt so fucking good, like coming home, filling the empty places he hadn’t quite realized were there until she walked into his life.
Borys picked up his pace, pulling his hand away so he could bury himself in and out of her while hitting her clit with his pelvis. It didn’t take long before she was squeezing him like a vise, taking him over the edge.
As he felt the first spurt of his come inside of her, Borys leaned down, putting his lips on the skin where her neck met her shoulder, and he bit her there, leaving his mating mark for the world to see.
His mate screamed out with her orgasm, making him roar against her body as they finished together.
Feeling better than he had ever felt in his entire life, Borys pulled his teeth out of her flesh then licked the spot to soothe the pain. His cookie was cooing as he pulled out of her, drawing her into his arms to cuddle, and she was damn near purring like a contented cat. It was an endearing trait since he never thought another bear could purr quite like that. Must have been the ramifications of being raised by cats.
Looking down at Misha, Borys saw her smiling up at him as she pet his chest almost reverently. He couldn’t think of a single thing that could possibly make this moment better.
Chapter Eleven
The next morning, Borys stood sipping from his coffee cup, dressed in nothing but his boxers as he watched his mate, who was dressed in only one of his T-shirts, pour herself a cup of her own coffee. He was having a hard time keeping his mind off her naked body, which he needed to do so he could show her the family photo album he had pulled out.
Turning back to the kitchen island where he had placed the thick book, he opened it and turned to the page of his mother. Then he patiently waited until Misha stood beside him.
Tapping his finger on the page, Borys pointed to the photo. “This is your aunt, Marianna Wisniewski. I’m sorry to tell you that she passed away two years ago.”
His mate quietly sniffled as silent tears slipped from her eyes. Reaching over, Borys used his thumbs to wipe them away. Seeing them only magnified his own pain of missing his mom.
“She would have loved you, cookie. I wish you could have met her.”
Misha looked up from the picture to him. “How do you know she would have liked me at all?”
“I know she would have loved you the moment she met you. That was just the sort of wonderful woman she was.” Flipping the page, he showed her a different picture, one of a couple with a little boy who stood in front of them. “This is the day my dad married your aunt. Best day of my life before I met you, because it was the day she became my mom.”
Misha traced a finger along the lines of her aunt’s face, as if she were trying to memorize them. “How old were you on this day?”
“Five.”
“Do you mind if I ask what happened to your biological mother?”
Borys ran a hand over his hair as painful memories from his past bubbled up. “My mother passed away from medical complications after delivering me. She was the love of my father’s life, though they were
Pulling his lips away from their kiss, he checked to make sure she was okay, only to get another moan of begging from her.
“Please, Borys, please! Move. You feel so good inside me.”
He felt her pussy pulse all around him as he started to move in and out of her in slow, steady thrusts. He wouldn’t last long; she felt too damn good. That was okay, though. He could tell his mate was on the edge of a second orgasm already, and he was determined to give her that before he let himself plunge into his own pleasure.
Taking his time, he started moving his thumb around her clit in steady circles again until she was thrashing beneath him, sobbing for relief. If only she knew how tight his balls were and what an agony it was for him to hold off, just so he could make sure she was taken care of first.
She felt so fucking good, like coming home, filling the empty places he hadn’t quite realized were there until she walked into his life.
Borys picked up his pace, pulling his hand away so he could bury himself in and out of her while hitting her clit with his pelvis. It didn’t take long before she was squeezing him like a vise, taking him over the edge.
As he felt the first spurt of his come inside of her, Borys leaned down, putting his lips on the skin where her neck met her shoulder, and he bit her there, leaving his mating mark for the world to see.
His mate screamed out with her orgasm, making him roar against her body as they finished together.
Feeling better than he had ever felt in his entire life, Borys pulled his teeth out of her flesh then licked the spot to soothe the pain. His cookie was cooing as he pulled out of her, drawing her into his arms to cuddle, and she was damn near purring like a contented cat. It was an endearing trait since he never thought another bear could purr quite like that. Must have been the ramifications of being raised by cats.
Looking down at Misha, Borys saw her smiling up at him as she pet his chest almost reverently. He couldn’t think of a single thing that could possibly make this moment better.
Chapter Eleven
The next morning, Borys stood sipping from his coffee cup, dressed in nothing but his boxers as he watched his mate, who was dressed in only one of his T-shirts, pour herself a cup of her own coffee. He was having a hard time keeping his mind off her naked body, which he needed to do so he could show her the family photo album he had pulled out.
Turning back to the kitchen island where he had placed the thick book, he opened it and turned to the page of his mother. Then he patiently waited until Misha stood beside him.
Tapping his finger on the page, Borys pointed to the photo. “This is your aunt, Marianna Wisniewski. I’m sorry to tell you that she passed away two years ago.”
His mate quietly sniffled as silent tears slipped from her eyes. Reaching over, Borys used his thumbs to wipe them away. Seeing them only magnified his own pain of missing his mom.
“She would have loved you, cookie. I wish you could have met her.”
Misha looked up from the picture to him. “How do you know she would have liked me at all?”
“I know she would have loved you the moment she met you. That was just the sort of wonderful woman she was.” Flipping the page, he showed her a different picture, one of a couple with a little boy who stood in front of them. “This is the day my dad married your aunt. Best day of my life before I met you, because it was the day she became my mom.”
Misha traced a finger along the lines of her aunt’s face, as if she were trying to memorize them. “How old were you on this day?”
“Five.”
“Do you mind if I ask what happened to your biological mother?”
Borys ran a hand over his hair as painful memories from his past bubbled up. “My mother passed away from medical complications after delivering me. She was the love of my father’s life, though they were
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