Pacific Northwest Werebears(24)

He could feel Sophie’s arms reach up and brace herself on his biceps, this just drove him faster and harder into her. He felt the tingle in his spine and his balls draw up as the first jet of hot cum shot out as he called her name, “Sophie!”

Grinding into her, he kept thrusting as spurt after spurt of cum coated her womb. Marking her and claiming her with his seed. The blinding ecstasy of making love to his mate was something Cage could never have imagined.

His movements slowed as he let his head drop to her chest. Hands came up to cradle his head, fingers brushing through his hair. He let out a moaning rumble that Sophie could feel. Still joined, they laid caressing and petting each other while their heartbeats slowed.

“My Sophie.”

“My Cage,” she returned.





Chapter 19




The next day, much to Cage’s dismay, Sophie insisted getting up early and heading in to camp to make sure the men had something warm in their stomachs to start the day.

Cage met with Conner and Wyatt to go over what they had found out about the sabotage to the hydraulic hose. Conner was sure it wasn’t the environmental groups and Wyatt agreed that it wasn’t their style. That left only one option that Cage wasn’t ready to face. One of their own was wreaking havoc on their business.

Pondering this, trying to figure who would do such a thing, and why? His brothers were arguing about something and the sound was grating on his nerves

“Hey, you too fuckers need to shut your traps or take it outside. I was a pretty damn happy camper before coming to work today. And you know I didn’t want to be here, I had better things to do.” Cage growled.

“So we smell, bro,” Wyatt snarked.

“Clearly, our Alpha spent the evening with his mate. The question is whether he claimed her or not,” Conner plied.

“I can’t hide from either of you who I’ve been with. But no, I didn’t claim her. She has no idea who we are and I need to figure out how to tell her before we can take the next step.”

“How about, hey baby, I’m a bear, rawr,” Wyatt offered, making claws with his fingers.

“Or how about, hey honey, sometimes I get hairy and like to rub my big butt on trees to scratch an itch?” Conner offered bending over laughing at his hilarity.

“Either both of you find something to do or I’m telling mom your interfering in my courtship,” Cage threatened.

“Geez man, we were just kidding!” Wyatt said looking horrified at the prospect of their mother coming down on them for getting in the way of her plan of grand-cubs.

Conner was already heading out the door, not willing to face his mother’s wrath. Wyatt was quick on his heels, nobody wanted an Alpha or an Alpha’s momma mad at them.

Sighing, Cage tried to get back to his work, but his mind kept straying to Sophie. Then his eyes would wander to the window towards the mess hall. He wanted to go see her, even though he knew she was working. He was going to have to figure out how to break it to her that he was going to be hiring another cook. He didn’t want her sunup til sundown in that mess hall slaving away over a hot stove.

He figured she wouldn’t mind spending her time just sitting her luscious ass on his lap all day while he was working. She would be fine with that wouldn’t she?

Sophie was just finishing cleaning up from breakfast and was starting to prep for dinner. Her beef stew and soda bread along with triple chocolate brownies just required a lot of chopping. The stew would simmer for a number of hours.

She was trying to keep busy, keep her mind off the amazing night in Cage’s arms. They had made love two more times last night, barely getting any sleep. But Sophie woke up energized and blissfully in love. Not that she could tell Cage that, he’d think she was insane. Nobody fell in love in just a week. It was statistically impossible, or at least that’s what her mother would have said, a woman that didn’t even believe in love she admitted.

Sophie wanted to see him, smell him, touch his skin. She felt like a junkie, looking for a fix. One night together and she was totally addicted to him. She craved him, her cells calling out to him.

The door to the kitchen opened and he was there, like he’d heard her call.

“Sophie, I’m sorry to bother you, honey, I just needed to see you,” he said looking sheepish.

Sophie took a running leap into his arms and rained kisses over his face. “I was just thinking about you too,” she admitted, burying her nose in his neck and breathing him in.

Cage did the same, scenting along her neck, swiping the path with his tongue. The sweet taste of her skin, calming his bear.

“I don’t like being away from you,” she whispered to him.