Brave Bear Mated(18)

“What if I don’t want to play it for you?” Theo challenged, and her witchy heart picked up speed.

She glanced over her shoulder to find his arms crossed, a taunting expression on his face. Playful Theo.

Grinning, she said, “I dare you.”

Pulling the fridge open, she searched for the ingredients she needed. Milk, chocolate syrup… but no ice cream.

A smile crept up her cheeks. She had the perfect solution. Being a Sorcera wasn’t all drama and dread. It had its perks. And she was going to make a milkshake with them.





Chapter Five



Theron watched his mate as she rummaged through the fridge, pulling out ingredients, before moving to the cabinets. She gathered a mixing bowl and a whisk, frowning as she opened one cabinet and then another.

“Sugar?” she asked.

“On the left. Second shelf.”

He settled his hip against the counter and took in the sight as she reached high for it. She looked damn good in his pants. They rode low on her hips and the shirt he’d picked out was baggy so it came up when she stretched, not quite showing skin, but giving him the implication that it was only a millimeter from being exposed.

And god, her hair. It was longer than he realized. Jet black because it was wet, and framing her face where little tendrils had begun to dry. He could imagine how it would look all spread out on the sheets of his bed as she lay beneath him. As she tossed her head back and forth in pleasure. Pleasure he gave her.

And like that, he was rock hard for her. If she turned around now, she’d notice his raging boner but he didn’t exactly care.

He’d worked a few things out while practicing the guitar.

He was going to be honest. He wasn’t going to hide. He’d planned on going slow, but there’d be none of that now. He had to secure her affection before it was too late. But more importantly, he had to anchor her to her light before the darkness found her.

He was going balls to the wall and if he ended up fucked by a light socket, well then, at least he’d tried.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

She grinned over her shoulder at him, and he pretty much wanted to fall at her feet and worship. No one had a prettier smile than his mate.

“Making you something,” she said coyly, and continued collecting items.

“A witch’s brew?” he mused.

She paused, raising an eyebrow. “I suppose you could call it that. I prefer to call it a milkshake.”

He liked the way she moved around his kitchen, the way she made herself at home in his space. She acted like she belonged there, and it satisfied his bear immensely.

Curious, he moved closer so he could watch her work.

In a bowl, she mixed milk with the sugar, and rooted around his liquor stash for some vanilla vodka, adding a couple splashes. With the whisk, she stirred, her arm going ninety to nothing, whipping the milk concoction into a frenzy.

Theron’s gaze zeroed in on her chest and his mouth went Sahara dry. Fuck, yes. She could mix her witchy concoctions in his kitchen any day of the week. Especially if she was doing it in a loose shirt without a bra on. Because… talk about milkshake.

He couldn’t pull his eyes away. Her tits swayed and bounced with each quick stir of the bowl. He was enraptured. He didn’t want to blink. It was like watching a waterfall as it poured over rocks and formed mist. Damn near fucking magical.

Mirena gasped, the stirring stopped, and Theron was finally able to look away. When he found her face, her eyes were big with surprise, her jaw popped wide.

She’d caught him looking.

But he wasn’t going to be polite now. They were in the mate. They had work to do.

He crossed his arms stubbornly over his chest, daring her to call him out.

“Were you staring at my… my…”

“Tits? Yes, Rena. You have perfectly jiggly tits. And I’d be an idiot to look away.”

Her eyes went impossibly wider. “I was going to say chest. Not… not…”

“Tits?” He fought a smirk. “Say tits, mate,” he urged.

“No!” she cried, but her face was a mix of shock and humor. She wanted to laugh, he could tell.

“Tiiiitttssss,” he drawled out. “It isn’t hard, see. Tits. Tits, tits, tits. Say it. Say ‘I have nice tits’. I dare you.”

Her mouth twisted in a playful smirk before she announced clearly, “You have nice tits.”

His head jerked back at her words, and then a laugh burst from his throat. More came with it until he was doubled over and tears leaked from his eyes.

It felt so good, he couldn’t stop. Theo chuckled often. Mostly at his own sarcasm or the dumb jokes he told to keep people from being too serious. But he couldn’t remember the last time it had been a genuine, from the gut, can’t catch your breath laugh.