by C. M. Steele
“I was talking about Jared. He stepped on my stomach. The monster stepped on my baby.”
“Oh thank fucking God. I’ve been sitting here trying to find a way to keep you.”
“I’m not going anywhere. You saved me and I love you so much that my last thoughts were of you before you attacked.”
“I love you, Grace. I promise I’ll answer any of your questions, but only if you promise not to leave.”
“I thought I already did, but if it makes you feel better.”
“It will.”
“I’m not going anywhere.” I leaned down and kissed her softly, knowing she was still in a very fragile state.
“So let me get this straight. Are your parents like you too?”
“Yes, as well as the sheriff and about fifty others. This is our territory and my family has lived here for centuries.”
“Will I become one too?”
“No, you won’t. It’s only passed down through blood. Our baby will be though.”
“So you’ll stay young while I’ll grow old and die.”
“No, sweetheart. I age at about the same rate as our human counterparts.”
“So your mom isn’t a bear?”
“She is, both my parents are. I’d say it’s about fifty-fifty on those who mate with their own and find their mate in a human.”
“Wow, this is all freaking weird to me.”
“You seem to be handling it well.”
“I almost died today. It is still today, right?”
“Yes, it is.”
“I’m grateful to be alive and that wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t for our connection.”
“That’s very true. I hope you’re like that with every crazy thing in my life.”
“There’s more?” she questioned.
“No, I’m kidding.”
“Asshole.”
“I love you, too.” I kissed her again because she looked so adorable when she was giving me those pouty lips and squinty eyes.
Epilogue
Grace
It didn’t take me long to get used to the fact that I lived with a house of bears and a baby cub. A year had passed since the fateful day I had gotten lost in the woods and as far as Logan was concerned, that was our anniversary. I suppose he was right since I was his from that day on and haven’t regretted a moment of it. Sitting on the porch swing with little Lucas in my arms, I blew out a huge breath. There was something I needed to tell my Logan when he got home and I knew he was going to be very pleased.
A little coo in my arms took me from my thoughts and back to my little man who was slowly falling asleep. “You need to sleep, Lucas, my sweet.” His eyes opened and closed lazily as the last little resistance passed. Naps were a ritual, but he tended to fight it whenever we were home alone. His grandma believed it’s because he wants to protect me and needs to stay awake, just by instinct. It’s cute, but not believable. He just likes having mommy all to himself. Most days, grandma and grandpa are home and playing with him or I’m off with Logan working for a couple hours while Lucas lays on his playmat.
Once he was out, I stood and laid him in his crib, turning on the monitor before heading to the bedroom. An hour later, I woke up to the feeling that I was being watched. Opening my eyes, I saw Logan staring at me with the look I’ve been getting since day one.
“Hmm…I really love finding my little Goldilocks in my bed.”
“It’s our bed now, but this time I didn’t break anything or drink your shake.”
“Yes, well I plan to be the one doing the damage…to your pussy that is while drinking my fill.” He tore the buttons on his flannel, tossing it on the floor. Next, he lifted the white undershirt off revealing his sexy abs and chest. The man was a beast in every sense of the word and I couldn’t get enough. I moaned as I watched him remove his jeans and boxer briefs. With quick hands, he tugged the sheet from my body. My legs were parted, giving him a view of my covered heat that clearly showed my eagerness. I was wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top only. It made it easier to feed the baby. Logan loved the easy access too. I sat up on the bed with my knees bent, back arched, and my hands pressed to the mattress.
He pounced on the bed, his cock bobbing up and down from the motion and my eyes followed like a cat with a light beam. I licked my lips, but I found myself back on the bed and my love tearing off my shorts. “No panties?”
“I was hot.”
“Yes, you are.” A low growl accompanied his words before his mouth slammed down on mine, our tongues playing until we were breathless. I splayed my hands on his sexy ass, squeezing it and pushing his cock against my pussy. The feel of his steel length pressed against me sent desire pooling between my thighs and sliding down to my ass. “I love how you smell when you’re ready to be fucked.” He ran his tongue along my neck and down to my breasts, swirling around one nipple. Logan lapped up the drops of milk that leaked out before he wrapped his lips around my hard peak and began sucking. I felt it through all my nerve endings. My pussy ached as he pulled away to give his attention to the other. His hand skimmed my flesh until he reached my soaking heat. The pad of his thumb pressed against my clit as he pushed one finger inside. My first orgasm washed over me, causing my hips to flex upward, riding his hand and crying out his name. He closed his lips around mine, silencing my cries.
“Fuck, Grace. You are too damn sexy for your own good. I’m going to enjoy our quick getaway. I want my next little one in you.” I didn’t say a word because I knew damn well that he was going to show me how much he wanted to breed me. He sat with his back against the headboard and wagged his finger at me. “I want your pussy right now. Come on, sweetheart, time to go for a ride.”
I straddled his thighs, my pussy grinding on his hard abs. “Mark your territory, baby.” I rocked my hips again, my clit getting the extra friction to bring me almost to the brink of another screaming orgasm. Instead of setting me on his cock, he cupped my ass and lifted me so my pussy was in his face. “Hold on to the headboard, Grace,” he grunted against my wet lips. I moaned from the vibration and the damn bossy way he commanded me to do as he wanted. I was rewarded for my good behavior when his tongue slashed across my heat.
“Yes, oh shit, I’m going to come again,” I panted, clutching his shoulders. My body was his to take and control. I tossed my head back with my eyes closed coming hard on him. He lowered me down his body until I was seated on his huge cock, my pussy still pulsing out the last of my release. His strong hands slid into my hair, tugging my face to his. He smiled and kissed me possessively, letting me taste myself. Fuck, I was so horny even after two orgasms. I popped off his cock and slid down until my chin hit his length. Licking my lips, I slid the tip between them. A groan escaped him, but my husband wasn’t going to just let me suck him off. He wanted to control it all. Logan’s hand thrust into my hair, my waves wrapped around his fingers as he held me in place and pumped his hips. He leaned forward and used his other hand to tease and pull on my nipple, knowing my pussy would be begging for more in a moment. I felt him pulse, but he pulled me off him.
“Stay right there,” he ordered. I did as he said, planting myself on all fours. I felt the bed dip as he climbed up behind me, his long cock sliding between my cheeks. He stuck two fingers in my pussy, then removed them and pushed one into my ass. My legs were shaking with anticipation. With one stroke his cock was buried deep in my wet cunt. His finger teasing my ass while his body slammed into me. I felt him slip another finger inside, stretching me and I knew damn well he was taking me there.
With a grunt, he leaned over my back. “This will teach you to sneak into bed again.” His come jetted into my depths, biting my shoulder as he came inside me. He kissed and marked my shoulder before straightening. I was so close to coming and my man wouldn’t let me hurt. Logan pulled out of my pussy and replaced his fingers with his cock, claiming my ass. I panted and grunted with the fullness. His arm wrapped around my waist as he lifted me so my back was to his chest, fucking
me hard. Lowering his hand, he strummed my pussy. Then he pushed thick fingers inside, making us both come again.
Pulling me off his cock, he situated us so I was straddling him face to face. “Welcome home, Logan.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Lockwood.”
Ten Years Later
Logan
“Get in bed, Lucas,” I said, seeing his shadow next to the bedroom door.
“But I want to hear the story, too.” He had grown out of being told bedtime stories, so I was surprised that he wanted to hear one tonight. Normally, Grace and I tucked the kids in bed together, but tonight she was out with the sheriff’s wife and two others for a girls’ night out. The sheriff was dropping them off soon because he was super protective with his woman. I knew Grace was in good hands.
“Come on in, buddy.” He walked up and handed me a book. “So you want me to read this?”
“It’s my favorite.”
“Mine, too.” Lucas stole one of her fuzzy pink pillows from her gauzy princess tent. Then he plopped down on the foot her bed, and tucked the pillow behind his head. He was going to be passed out before I finished. My wide-eyed youngest, pigtail braids in place, and smiled up at me as she sat on her bed. Almost five, she was learning to read. “Gold…i…locks…” Still using her finger, she ran it across the title and said, “And The Three Little Bears.”
“That’s correct my little Kylie Bear.” She clapped her hands then gave me a hug before tucking herself under the covers.
Twenty minutes later, they were both asleep. I lifted Lucas in my arms and carried him to his room. Then I checked in on Dylan, our middle child, who was an early to bed early to rise kind of kid. I closed his door, then I heard a car pull into the driveway. Creeping into the house like a thief in the night, my wife stumbled in after obviously having a little too much to drink. Okay, she was more like a clumsy thief. She fell over the edge of the sofa then rolled to the floor. I was about to help her up, but she was on her feet in a second, looking around with a finger raised to her lips, silencing herself. I covered my mouth, holding back a laugh. Knowing where she was going next, I let her go into the kitchen. She opened the fridge in the dark, it’s light illuminating her. I saw her reach for my protein shake and proceed to guzzle down the entire sixteen-ounce shaker. Then she put it back, closed the fridge, then tiptoed upstairs to our bedroom. I followed behind her, just to make sure she didn’t fall down them. Then she proceeded to strip as I closed our door. She plopped onto the bed and called out my name. “Logan.” I prepared the water and pills, leaving them on the nightstand like she did for me when the guys came over for a cookout and I consumed too much. Neither of us drank more than once a year so it didn’t take much for either of us to be smashed out of our minds. I took off her heels that I know she managed to keep on only because they had little straps. Fuck, she was sexy as hell. But like the first day I’d met my little sleeping beauty, I climbed into bed and held her tight.
“Goodnight, my Goldilocks.”
The End
Upcoming Titles
July 2017
Caught Red Handed—Book Six in the Caught Series
Christmas in July—Book Four in the Kane Family Series
August 2017
A Steele Fairy Tale 2
September 2017
A Steele Fairy Tale 3
Falling for the Enemy
October 2017
Release—A Lamian Wars Novel
