Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
My gentle giant who was only gentle with me, who would kill for me, give his life for me. It was the way of fated mates. He’d never have to say those words—although I knew he would—for me to know he felt them.
I heard rustling nearby, something big and heavy moving through the underbrush. Close. But not close enough I could see them through the darkness, not even with my shifter senses and vision. But I knew who it was.
I smelled him, sensed him. I felt the very power in the air as it crackled with electricity. I felt as if he were right next to me, as if his essence surrounded me, tugged at me, urging me closer.
And then my mate in all his massive polar bear shifted glory stepped into the moonlight so I got an unobstructed view of him. He was massive, standing at almost eleven feet on his hind legs, and weighing over nine hundred pounds.
It was sane for everyone to be terrified of him. He was an impressive beast, frightening in every single aspect. But I felt no fear. I only felt… love. It was so strange being able to feel this for someone I really didn’t know.
But I do know him.
My body did. My heart and soul did. It would take time for the little pieces to fall into place and for us to fully be connected in every way.
He came over to me, and I lifted my hand and ran it over his soft, thick, snow-white fur. I felt the heat pouring off him, felt like a tiny speck amongst his greatness.
I closed my eyes and breathed out, let my body shift, let myself feel my animal pushing forward. She needed this, needed to run. My Iberian lynx sprang forth, my body shifting, contorting, my skin making way for fur, my hands changing to paws. It was a crackle and pop in the air that was full of intensity no one within a mile radius could ignore it.
And when I fell to four paws, stretched, purred at how good it felt to be this free, I felt Kasias move up to me. He nudged me gently, and then we were off. Running, and running, and running until nothing else mattered but the fact that we were two mates finally together.
13
Kasias
One week later
When I told my mate I wouldn’t let her leave, I’d meant just that. She’d been with me at the cabin for a week now, and for those seven days, I’d kept my female in my bed as I serviced her and her heat.
I’d fucked her every chance I got, every time she needed me between her thighs. She wasn't working at the bar, not because I didn't trust her or want her to be independent, but because I wanted to take care of her. But also because I’d end up murdering some motherfucker for even looking in her direction.
But she’d been fine with it, happy to be wrapped around my body like a damn pretzel, and I was more than willing to keep her nice and filled, sated, and in a post-sex coma.
Over the last week, the only time she wasn’t naked and sweaty, my cum dripping out of her pussy, was when I fed her, when she used the bathroom or showered, or the lone time we ran together in our shifted forms in the woods. But every other time, we were fucking.
I was filling my mate up, needing her to take as much of my seed into her body as possible. Her mating heat was a drug to me, one I was irrevocably addicted to, would never get enough of, and craved like nothing else on this planet.
I lounged in our bed, the sheets rumpled around me, the scent of me claiming her just hours before filling my head and making me feel drunk. I’d made her a big meal and ate double portions for myself, because I knew I’d be taking her again all night long.
I was insatiable when it came to her, and I knew it wasn’t just the heat that caused my dick to be like a lead pipe between my legs, but the fact that I’d found my mate.
Mine.
My polar bear growled low at that. It sounded good, real fucking good.
I couldn’t stop myself as I got off the bed and went to the bathroom. The door was slightly opened, and I toed it the rest of the way so the steam billowed out and the heat and humidity surrounded me.
I was already naked, prepared for her, my cock thick and long as it stood straight out, ready to be buried in Penny’s sweet cunt. I smelled her before I'd even gotten to the bathroom, that sweet, so fucking sweet scent of my mate. I inhaled, taking in the aroma of my shampoo and soap she used.