A Grizzly's Justice, Miracle Book 10
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He wished, more than anything, they could stay just like this forever. But neither of their bodies could survive such torment, because already they were moving together toward that place of bliss where they would truly become one - body, heart, and soul.
With each thrust, Wilder aimed it just right so the ridges of his dick brushed along Jazz’s prostate. Jazz squeezed the muscles of his channel, massaging his mate’s cock in the best possible way.
No matter how many times they did this, it never got boring. Never got old. It was just as breathtaking this time as it had been the first. His body came alive no matter how many times Wilder touched him.
Life hadn’t always been easy for Jazz. In fact, it had been downright horrifying most of the time. It had been hard to believe that the fairytales he’d heard about mates could ever apply to someone like him. A loser. A reject. A disgrace.
He’d always assumed he was never meant to be born. That the gods had made a mistake in allowing him to take his first breath. That was why he’d never allowed himself to dream of the day he’d meet his mate. For no way would the gods make a second mistake by granting him something as precious as a mate.
Even after meeting Wilder, it had taken Jazz time to let himself have faith that the gods wouldn’t realize what they’d given him and take Wilder away. But his mate had refused to doubt in fate, in the gods, but most especially, in Jazz.
His mate had given him the ability to become who he was always meant to be, someone special. For all lives are born with hopes, dreams, and faith in the future.
For Jazz, that future, for the first time in his life, had purpose. He worked hard to create a computer system for the Council that would eventually be able to communicate with all the shifter groups around the world.
Eyes nearly black as their pupils drowned out the hazel, stared down at him. Sweat dripped down both of their bodies as they strove toward their orgasms. Their bodies moved as one in a dance as old as time.
“Wilder,” Jazz called out, his body undulating to meet Wilder’s hard thrusts.
“Come for me, brown eyes,” Wilder demanded.
As if Wilder had complete command over Jazz’s body, his dick erupted as jet after jet of pearly white seed splashed across Jazz’s chest and abdomen.
“Yes,” Wilder cried as leaned down and sank his teeth into Jazz’s neck. He thrust hard once more before filling Jazz’s channel with his essence.
They both breathed hard as they struggled to take in much needed air in a tangle of limbs. Wilder grinned. “Good morning, my mate.”
Jazz chuckled, sort of, as he was still trying to suck in oxygen. “Morning, my mate.”
Wilder leaned in and kissed him but instead of cuddling as he usually did, his mate rolled out of bed and held out his hand. “Come on, lazy bones. We have a job to do and I’m not sure Alpha Asshole is going to appreciate us smelling of sex.”
Oh, right. Jazz not only was helping to create a new computer system, but he was helping those who were mistreated, abused, or even hunted for inhumane reasons by those who felt it okay to judge others for things like being gay, mating outside their species or, in this case, because the shifter being hunted liked to wear women’s underwear.
Like that mattered. First off, who in the hell decided to check what kind of underwear the guy wore? That seemed awfully invasive. Secondly, who cared?
The more cases he and Wilder were assigned, the more Jazz began to think shifters had too much damn time on their hands if they were worried about this shit. Maybe if they paid more attention to their own damn problems and found ways to fix them, they wouldn’t try to make everyone else’s lives miserable.
“You coming?” Wilder asked with an eyebrow arched as he waited for Jazz to take his hand.
Unable to stop the goofy smile that appeared, Jazz took the hand of the man he loved. “You betcha,” he said. So long as he was by his mate’s side, Jazz would go anywhere.
That was the magic of finding one’s mate.
About the Author
Best Selling author of the Cedar Falls Series, Paranormal War Series, and Miracle Series, Shea Balik has always had a vivid imagination with stories running around in her head. Often her stories are taken from observations of other people with her own spin.
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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