It’s not just about falling in
love, but two hearts and minds that are destined to find one another and be
together no matter what obstacles get in their way.
I turned onto my side. I never sleep much but tonight I just
couldn’t drift off even for ten minutes. I was a bear in love, but my biggest
fear was that Allison would not wish to take a werebear as her partner. I knew
of a few couples who had already applied for a mate permit. So many hoops to
jump through but maybe one day things would be different. Perhaps my children
wouldn’t have to face the hatred and bias opinions.
My children. The ones I wanted with Ali.
I’d do anything to convince that I was her bear.
Chapter Nine
I was barely able to walk the next morning. I had the double
whammy, sore butt from the tree grazing, and a pussy that hadn’t been worked
out like that for…well forever.
I hobbled down the stairs and into the dining room where Bear
was sitting reading the newspaper and drinking coffee. He had that
just-showered look, his hair still wet and pushed back from his unshaven face.
A set of silver platters sat on the side table, and I assumed it was a
buffet-style breakfast. Bear looked up and then squinted when he saw me almost
limping in.
“Sore bottom and equally sore pus…” I said, but Ted chose
that moment to walk in with a coffee pot in his hand.
“Ted, would you go fetch Ali some extra cushions for her
chair because she worked out last night and is feeling the after effects.”
“I certainly can.” Ted put the coffeepot down, winked at me
and then left.
“He knows doesn’t he?” I asked.
“He’s the most discreet bear I know. And you realize you’re
blushing again?”
I held my face and felt the heat.
“By the way, grab a plate and help yourself.” He pointed to
the silver trays. “The sausages are Mabel’s own secret recipe.”
I suddenly remembered my father making them when he’d come
back from a hunting trip and bear, yes, real ones, were his favorite. I knew
I’d gone red again and this time from the awful memory of my dad taking a
bear’s life.
“Something wrong?” asked Bear.
Let’s hope he couldn’t read minds.
“Nope, just thinking about the day ahead.”
Ted returned with a cushion and placed it on my chair. I
gathered up sausages, eggs, and toast on my plate and sat next to Bear, our
legs, bumping one another as I gave out an “ouch” when I put my whole weight
down.
“What hurts worse, your backside or your pussy?” Bear asked.
Before answering, I turned around to make sure that Ted had
left the room. He had so I responded. “Both,” I said.
“You’ll toughen up and the next time will be a breeze.” Bear
slid his hand under my skirt and let it rest on my thigh.
“So there is going to be a next time? Last night wasn’t just
a one-time only fuck?” I asked.
“What sort of werebear do you think I am?”
“One that got arrested several times for messing around with
non-shifters.”
I wanted to make sure he wasn’t a “love and leave them” sort
of guy before I gave myself to him again.
He waved his hand in the air. “Something foolish in my past.”
“I’m glad to hear that.”
He nodded. “Now eat your breakfast before it gets cold.”
Bear was lots of things and bossy was one of them, but I
liked it.
“I have just the thing to make you feel better,” he said. He
walked his fingers up my thigh. I stopped eating.
“No, you carry on, don’t mind me.”
I had a sense of what he was about to do, but I lifted my
fork and ate some of the scrambled egg.
Bear pushed my panties to one side and let his fingers glide
down into my folds.
“You just need a little loving, and you’ll be fine,” Bear
said.
He pushed his finger toward my pussy opening, and I edged
forward, knowing exactly what he was going to do.
I spread my legs and despite the soreness, enjoyed him easing
his finger inside me.
I closed my eyes, thinking back to the night before and