Gray Back Bad Bear(25)

“Finish it fast,” she said, so scared she couldn’t move.

“And your eyes were silver, like mine.”

“It was just a dream, Matt. Only a dream,” she chanted to calm him as much as herself. She’d had nightmares before, but never about someone she cared about being hurt. “What’s the Menagerie?” she asked again, quieter this time.

“Don’t want to talk no more,” he said in a gravelly deep voice she didn’t recognize. His eyes blazed in the moonlight as he pulled her ankles to the end of the bed.

“Okay,” she whispered, spreading her bare legs. “Do you need me?”

“Too soon. You’ll hurt.” His fingers were frantic as he worked the panties she’d put on after dinner down her legs.

“Then what do you—” Oooh.

He plunged his tongue into her, lapping, his fingers digging into her hips as she arched back against the bed. She gripped his hair when he slowed down and rolled her hips with each stroke. Easing out of her, he sucked gently on her clit. A soft growl rattled between her legs, and she cried out his name at how good it felt. Tongue in her again, Matt gripped her ass and pulled her closer.

This time, she wasn’t sore at all. There was no pinch of pain, no reservation. Only pleasure. Matt ate her as if he’d known her body for years. Kissing, thrusting, drawing her closer to orgasm with every deep, lapping lick.

“Oh my gosh,” she cried out, louder than she’d intended, but fuck it all, this was awesome. Release pounded through her, and before her aftershocks were even done, he leapt up on the bed and straddled her hips, stroking his long shaft hard and fast.

Desperate to feel his completion in some form, she pulled her sleepshirt over her head just as he leaned forward on the balls of his feet and groaned. Hot, creamy jets shot from the swollen head of his cock, and she gripped his tensed legs as he showered her breasts and stomach. Holy shit, this was hot—sexy Matt, coming on her skin like he was marking his territory.

Warmth wept down her ribs and onto the comforter, but she didn’t care about keeping his bed clean. She cared that his muscles were relaxing and the effects of that awful nightmare were being washed away from him.

With a groan, he lay down beside her and cuddled her close. He released a sigh against her hair and trailed his fingers up and down the curve of her waist. Her sexy bear shifter, taken with lust for her, but caring enough to make sure she knew she was adored afterward.

Willa hugged him tight and pressed her knee in between his, thankful he was okay.

“Sleep,” he urged. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

The last words he’d spoken like a promise to himself.





Chapter Eight




His mate was a sound sleeper. The smell of bacon and the sound of the sizzling skillet hadn’t woken her, and the glass he’d dropped on the counter and nearly broken hadn’t stirred her either.

A wave of cocky pride washed over him, and he allowed a private smile. Hell yeah, she was sleeping like a stone. He’d rocked her world last night. No. He frowned down at the orange juice he was pouring. Last night hadn’t been like anything he’d done with any other girl. It wasn’t some wild night for the brag book. Sex with Willa had changed everything.

Last night was the first time his bear had ever gotten the urge to claim a woman. He’d have to keep sex with her to missionary position since going at her from behind was going to make it really hard for him not to sink his teeth into her neck and Turn her. She was his mate. Had been since the first time he’d seen her, but Willa was human and was going to stay that way.

If he told her how devoted he was to her already, it would scare her. Hell, it scared him.

All right—bacon, eggs, toast with a little bowl of strawberry jam, and orange juice. This was the first time he’d ever made a woman breakfast in bed, and once again, as he often was around Willa, he found himself nervous. Her opinion meant the world. More than Kong’s or Creed’s or Cassie’s even.

Willa didn’t know it yet, but she toted the power to destroy him.

He padded into his bedroom with the tray of breakfast. He wore only a pair of low slung sweat pants. For the first time ever, he didn’t care that his scars were on display in front of a woman. She’d seemed disappointed when he’d put on a shirt to sleep in last night when they’d crawled into bed together, so he’d pulled it off and let her run her fingers absently over his uneven skin as she drifted off to sleep.

When he saw her face in the early morning light, he stopped short, almost toppling the glass of juice. A couple of strands of her bright red hair had fallen over her face as she hugged the pillow next to her, but not even that could hide how beautiful she was.