case something happened to the male. All male bears were alphas by default and having too many alphas in one place was usually a recipe for disaster.
He watched as Hope took another sip of her drink. He’d been longing for her—his mate—for decades, ready to settle down and start a family. “My family passed away a long time ago.”
Her face grew solemn. “I’m sorry.”
He accepted her condolences with a nod of his head.
She was saved from trying to think of another topic of conversation by the ding of the oven timer. He turned away, taking out the pizza. When he turned back around a frown was on his face.
“Is something wrong?”
“No, forgot to the make the salad though.”
Hope smiled. “That’s okay. Unless of course, you’re not going to share any of the pizza with me.”
He laughed as she’d hoped he would, but his words set her heart to thudding. “Bears always make sure their mates are well fed.”
“Look, I don’t know—”
“Sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. Let’s just enjoy this delicious pizza I made for us, with my own two paws.”
“Sure.” Not that her mind hadn’t wondered what it would be like to be this bear shifter’s mate. She’d watched Patsy and her husband, floored by the love and affection that she could almost see flowing between them. They’d only been married a little over a year, but they were so in tune with each other it was amazing. Is that what it felt like to find the other half of your soul?
That’s how Patsy had described being married to her wolf. A completion that she would never have felt or found with another man. Something Hope envied with every fiber of her heart.
She bit into the slice of pizza Marcus put on her plate, watching him with an upsweep of her lashes. Would it be that way with him? What if something had gone wrong in the universe and he and his bear were making the wrong choice? What happened then?
“Good?” He smiled as he asked and Hope felt the flare of awareness pass between them—and straight to her core, wetting her pussy.
She didn’t know if this pull she felt for him, this hunger, was because he was a shifter, or because she was his mate. She didn’t know how much longer she could stay out of his bed.
Or how much longer she wanted to.
They continued the easy companionship they’d felt all afternoon, talking and sometimes simply sitting in silence. But as the day turned into night, the darkness brought forth feelings of love and lust. Want and need. Desire and passion. They finished their dinner and Marcus quickly washed what few dishes there were, trying to distract himself. Telling his bear that they need to proceed cautiously. Yes, she had agreed to stay with them and let nature take its course so to speak. That didn’t mean she’d given him permission to jump her bones like the animal inside him was urging him to do. Okay, so maybe part of his body was lobbying for the same thing.
Marcus had been more than ready, willing, and able all day long to take his mate to bed. His cock had been hard 24/7 since he’d laid eyes on Hope. Need for this dark-haired beauty had been invading his thoughts for days. Hanging the dishtowel up to dry, he walked back toward her, loving the look of her sitting at his kitchen counter, appearing happy and content. He thought how much better she would look, naked, sitting on the counter with him licking her pussy until she came.
“Would you like something else to drink? Eat?” Like his cock?
“No.” He sensed her nervousness edged with excitement. He smelled her need. Was she having a few fantasies of her own? He stopped just inches away, afraid to get too close and lose his control. She looked at him and he lost himself in the pool of green staring back at him. Lifting her chin with his fingertip he said, “You take my breath away just looking at you.”
“You shouldn’t say things like that. They aren’t true.”
“Who says?” He remembered the first time he’d seen
He watched as Hope took another sip of her drink. He’d been longing for her—his mate—for decades, ready to settle down and start a family. “My family passed away a long time ago.”
Her face grew solemn. “I’m sorry.”
He accepted her condolences with a nod of his head.
She was saved from trying to think of another topic of conversation by the ding of the oven timer. He turned away, taking out the pizza. When he turned back around a frown was on his face.
“Is something wrong?”
“No, forgot to the make the salad though.”
Hope smiled. “That’s okay. Unless of course, you’re not going to share any of the pizza with me.”
He laughed as she’d hoped he would, but his words set her heart to thudding. “Bears always make sure their mates are well fed.”
“Look, I don’t know—”
“Sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. Let’s just enjoy this delicious pizza I made for us, with my own two paws.”
“Sure.” Not that her mind hadn’t wondered what it would be like to be this bear shifter’s mate. She’d watched Patsy and her husband, floored by the love and affection that she could almost see flowing between them. They’d only been married a little over a year, but they were so in tune with each other it was amazing. Is that what it felt like to find the other half of your soul?
That’s how Patsy had described being married to her wolf. A completion that she would never have felt or found with another man. Something Hope envied with every fiber of her heart.
She bit into the slice of pizza Marcus put on her plate, watching him with an upsweep of her lashes. Would it be that way with him? What if something had gone wrong in the universe and he and his bear were making the wrong choice? What happened then?
“Good?” He smiled as he asked and Hope felt the flare of awareness pass between them—and straight to her core, wetting her pussy.
She didn’t know if this pull she felt for him, this hunger, was because he was a shifter, or because she was his mate. She didn’t know how much longer she could stay out of his bed.
Or how much longer she wanted to.
They continued the easy companionship they’d felt all afternoon, talking and sometimes simply sitting in silence. But as the day turned into night, the darkness brought forth feelings of love and lust. Want and need. Desire and passion. They finished their dinner and Marcus quickly washed what few dishes there were, trying to distract himself. Telling his bear that they need to proceed cautiously. Yes, she had agreed to stay with them and let nature take its course so to speak. That didn’t mean she’d given him permission to jump her bones like the animal inside him was urging him to do. Okay, so maybe part of his body was lobbying for the same thing.
Marcus had been more than ready, willing, and able all day long to take his mate to bed. His cock had been hard 24/7 since he’d laid eyes on Hope. Need for this dark-haired beauty had been invading his thoughts for days. Hanging the dishtowel up to dry, he walked back toward her, loving the look of her sitting at his kitchen counter, appearing happy and content. He thought how much better she would look, naked, sitting on the counter with him licking her pussy until she came.
“Would you like something else to drink? Eat?” Like his cock?
“No.” He sensed her nervousness edged with excitement. He smelled her need. Was she having a few fantasies of her own? He stopped just inches away, afraid to get too close and lose his control. She looked at him and he lost himself in the pool of green staring back at him. Lifting her chin with his fingertip he said, “You take my breath away just looking at you.”
“You shouldn’t say things like that. They aren’t true.”
“Who says?” He remembered the first time he’d seen
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