She screamed out his name as he released her neck and her back arched against the contractions in her muscles. She felt like it wasn’t going to end, she was floating, but the pleasure wasn’t fading.
Wyatt felt the first shudder of his climax as her blood touched his tongue. It tasted like her, sweet and spicy, his Jinger. His bear was roaring in his head, his mate was his. Forever.
“Jinger!” He roared out, the first spurt of cum that rocketed out of his dick had his thigh muscles cramping. It was beautiful torture. He came jet after jet, his cum coating the walls of her tight pussy. He knew his sperm was on a mission and he was cheering them on.
As his reality slowly returned Jinger lay limp across his chest. Her pussy still contracting around his softening cock. Her legs were shaking or were those his? He wasn’t sure. He leaned over and licked the wound on her shoulder. A tiny bit of him was sorry he hurt her. The larger part of him wanted to hire a marching band to parade her down the street with a spotlight shining on his mark.
He knew her feelings were roiling and she was trying to figure them out so he gave her some time. She was his and there was no need to rush now.
Jinger was in fact trying to decipher her emotions. But she kept getting distracted by the continuing shocks of pleasure spinning through her body. If that’s the kind of orgasm she got when Wyatt bit her, she was going to end up covered in scars. It would be worth it.
What she wasn’t working to understand was how she felt about Wyatt. The minute he bit her, it all became clear. Like someone had taken off her blinders. They were mates, lovers, best friends, and partners. And they always would be. It was so simple.
Leaning up she looked at a very satisfied Wyatt. He smiled at her and brought his hands to cup her face. “My gingersnap.”
“My Wyatt. I get it now. I can’t imagine that you love me any more than I love you, but I get it,” she told him, bringing her hands up to his face.
“We are going to have an amazing life together, my love,” he said his heart in his voice.
“Without a doubt. One long happy life,” she said, expecting him to agree. A look of horror washed across his face.
“Wyatt, what’s wrong,” she urged, he was scaring her. What was wrong with what she said?
“Shit, Jinger, did my mom tell you about how old I am?”
Jinger really wanted to torture him, but she was feeling too happy to be mean. “Oh, you mean about how you are actually forty-nine, almost fifty years old and that you age slower than humans and now I’m going to age slower too? You mean that little bit of information?”
“Wow, you are going to have to work on your sarcasm,” he chided.
Standing up and letting him slip out of her, she put her hands on her hips and said, “And you are going to have to work on your communication skills.” She turned to walk away and he grabbed her hand and pulled her back to his lap with a tug.
“I promise to work on being a better communicator. I will tell you every little thought that comes into my head,” he swore.
“Hmmph, why don’t I believe you,” she asked, knowing that teasing Wyatt Rochon was going to become a new favorite past time of hers.
“I’ve told you everything! Me, bear, what else is there,” he said giving her a fake pout.
Taking the opportunity she jumped back off his lap and took a number of steps back out of his reach.
“You forget I talked to your mother. And I’m telling you right now, we are not naming our first son Forest. That’s a stupid name!” she shouted and turned to stomp towards the bedroom with a smile on her face. She continued muttering knowing full well he could hear her, “Kid’s going to get beat up in school. Family logs trees and they name him one, dumbest thing I ever heard.”
Wyatt smiled at the retreating rear end of his mate, life was going to be fun with Jinger McCann.
“My gingersnap,” he said before jumping up to chase her down the hallway. She heard him coming and let out a squeal.
“Yup, life is good,” he thought, then went after his girl.
Bear with Me
By Moxie North
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Epilogue
Chapter 1
The amber liquid swirled around the edges of the glass as Conner Rochon stared into his eighth or maybe ninth glass of scotch. Sitting in the corner of the dark bar he took a moment to glance up at the usual suspects. Drunks, troublemakers, and an assortment of women who loved them. Every few weeks Conner hit this bar, The Chinook, located about forty miles from his house. It had a number of advantages.