by Jessie Lane
That look did a couple of things to Misha all at once. First, it made her nipples tighten into hard, little points of anticipation. Then, it made her panties wet, arousal flooding her system. Finally, it made a silent promise that she wasn’t going to be a virgin come morning, and it would more than likely be a night she never forgot.
“Sit back and buckle up, cookie. I’m about to give the phrase ‘gone in sixty seconds’ a whole new meaning if we don’t hurry up and get back to my house.”
Misha didn’t say a word, choosing to grab the seatbelt buckle with her trembling hands, securing it just as Borys slammed on the gas pedal. They shot forward like a rocket, and Misha found herself gripping the sides of the seat, silently praying her new mate was a very good driver.
Five minutes later, Borys pulled his truck into the driveway of a small, modest-looking home that Misha found adorable, not that she had a whole lot of time to take note of what it looked like because, the second Borys had the truck parked, he turned off the engine and was out of the vehicle and standing by her door, yanking it open so hard she thought he might actually tear it off the hinges. He then grabbed her around the waist, pulled her out of the truck, and threw her over his shoulder.
She was slightly embarrassed by the squeak she let out, but it didn’t seem as if Borys minded. The small sound got her a small pat to her ass, along with a “Shush.” Before she knew it, they were through the house’s front door.
Misha watched as the hardwood floor flew by underneath her as Borys quickly made his way to wherever he was heading inside the house. Then she was flying through the air before landing on a huge, cushy bed, her body bouncing.
When she settled, she saw, standing there at the foot of the bed, a very determined Borys, eyes still aglow and panting with sexual need. A need Misha now felt consuming her.
Seeing him standing there, all hard muscles and a delicious bulge behind his jeans, lust filled her.
Perhaps she had never felt anything like this before, but there was no confusion on what it was. Her core ached with wanting him inside her. Her mouth watered to taste him. Even where Misha’s neck met her shoulder tingles of anticipation took over, wanting the mate bite he would give her to make her his forever. She wanted it all, but he simply stood and there, watching, not moving.
“Borys?” she asked, confused.
“I don’t want to lose control with you, cookie. I never dreamed that I would be fortunate to find my fated mate, and now, here you are. I need to know this is where you want to be before I get in that bed, love.”
Her heart fluttered at his vulnerability. So strong, yet so afraid he might take advantage of her somehow. It was time for Misha to show Borys that she felt just as lucky to find her fated mate as well.
Sitting up on the bed, she watched as his body tensed further. Reaching to the hem of the bottom of her shirt, she pulled it over her head and dropped it to the bed. Then, feeling a bit shy, she reached back slowly to unclasp her bra, holding her hands over the cups still covering her breasts, not quite bare to him yet.
Looking up at him, Misha said the only thing she could think to say, “Make me yours, Borys.”
A snarl ripped from his throat, but somehow he made himself move slowly. First, he peeled his shirt over his head and off. Then, he unbuttoned and pushed his jeans down his solid thighs. Once he kicked them off onto the floor, he stood there naked before her, utterly commando, and proudly showing off his chiseled body and already hard cock.
Nodding, he ordered, “Take it off, cookie.”
Just because you wanted something, didn’t mean you weren’t nervous to get it. That was why Misha trembled as she let her hands fall away from her chest, allowing her bra to slide down her arms and off her body. Setting it aside, she laid back on the bed, her eyes never once leaving his as she moved to push her pants and panties down her thighs.
Borys watched every movement she made until she was completely bare before him on the bed. He then stared at her for long, silent moments, and Misha wondered what he was thinking.
Did he find her body beautiful? Would he enjoy the ample curves of her breasts, a bit of a pooch on her belly, along with her thick thighs and plump ass? Or would he be disappointed that she wasn’t skinnier like other women?
The man seemed to know what her thoughts were, because he climbed onto the bed, situating himself between her thighs as he hovered over her face to tell her, “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Absolutely perfect.”
The sincere approval from him had Misha lunging up to kiss him, hungrily swiping her tongue along the seam of his lips until he opened wide to let her in. The intoxicating taste of him drew her in for more, and it wasn’t long before she was moaning, “More,” into his mouth.
She whimpered when Borys pulled his lips from hers, only to moan again as he moved them down to kiss her neck. Using his hands to plump both of her breasts, he lashed her nipples with his tongue, and then started to savor them slowly. Lavishing her with licks and kisses as he moved his way down her body, past her abdomen, he placed a chaste, teasing kiss on her clit, causing Misha’s hips to surge upward, wanting more of his kisses on her secret place.
Borys grabbed her hips to hold her still before he began to lick her core, giving her long, slow licks up and down, and in and out of her center. Every now and then, he would stop to nibble or suck, driving her wild.
Through the haze of pleasure, Misha managed to open her eyes to look down, begging, “Please, Borys, more.”
He growled against her, the vibrations sending her pleasure spiraling upward, just as he slipped a finger inside of her. Filling her up, he pumped in and out several times before adding a second finger. He was stretching her now. She could feel her inner walls fluttering around his digits as some unnamed phenomena consumed her.
Misha’s heart raced, her whole body tightened, needing something she didn’t know how to ask for. She tried to gyrate against his mouth and fingers, searching for the elusive release to the building wave of tension in her body, but Borys managed to hold her relatively still.
One second, she was living on the edge of a beautiful agony, and the next, she was hurtling over, crying out in pleasure as ecstasy washed over her, leaving her a boneless heap on the bed.
Chapter Ten
Misha dug her nails into his arms where he was holding her still as Borys licked the last of her sweet cream. He only thought she smelled sweet before, but it didn’t compare to how sweet she could be until now. Climaxing against his mouth, letting him give her pleasure for the first time in her life, he tasted that cookie sweetness.
The need to mate with her consumed Borys. His bear was growling as much as the man as he did his best not to move too quickly for his virginal mate. Knowing that he would be the only man to ever touch her made both the human and the bear in him want to roar in triumph. Misha truly was going to be his in every way that mattered. He would be the only man who would ever know what it was like to be inside her, which was why he was quickly losing control.
Crawling up her body, he pushed his hips between Misha’s thighs until his cock lay across her wet, sensitive core. Bringing his face down, he then kissed her heatedly, needing her to know how wonderful she had tasted on his lips.
Grabbing her knees, Borys pulled them up higher to wrap her legs around his waist.
This was it. He was about to claim his mate in every way that mattered. By the time he was done, they would belong to each other for the rest of their lives.
Using one hand, he reached down to grab his cock and run the head up and down her slit. His bear wanted him to plunge inside of her, but he couldn’t. This being her first time, he wanted to make sure his mate enjoyed it as much as he knew he was going to.
Now was the time.
She started to wiggle around at the sensation of him teasing her entrance. Pushing the head of his cock against her folds, he felt her heat start to slowly stretch around him. Little by little, he pushed himself into the tight,
slick depths, cherishing her gasps of pleasure.
Borys knew that it was inevitable that she would feel a little pain, yet he wanted to make sure she felt more pleasure. Therefore, using his thumb, he circled it around her clit as he worked himself in and out of her, making progress slowly as he thrust a few times to a new depth, before pushing for more.
When he reached the proof of her innocence, he stopped only long enough to kiss her as he pushed through. When Misha had taken all of his cock inside her, he stilled, allowing his mate to stretch comfortably around him.
Pulling his lips away from their kiss, he checked to make sure she was okay, only to get another moan of begging from her.
“Please, Borys, please! Move. You feel so good inside me.”
He felt her pussy pulse all around him as he started to move in and out of her in slow, steady thrusts. He wouldn’t last long; she felt too damn good. That was okay, though. He could tell his mate was on the edge of a second orgasm already, and he was determined to give her that before he let himself plunge into his own pleasure.
Taking his time, he started moving his thumb around her clit in steady circles again until she was thrashing beneath him, sobbing for relief. If only she knew how tight his balls were and what an agony it was for him to hold off, just so he could make sure she was taken care of first.
She felt so fucking good, like coming home, filling the empty places he hadn’t quite realized were there until she walked into his life.
Borys picked up his pace, pulling his hand away so he could bury himself in and out of her while hitting her clit with his pelvis. It didn’t take long before she was squeezing him like a vise, taking him over the edge.
As he felt the first spurt of his come inside of her, Borys leaned down, putting his lips on the skin where her neck met her shoulder, and he bit her there, leaving his mating mark for the world to see.
His mate screamed out with her orgasm, making him roar against her body as they finished together.
Feeling better than he had ever felt in his entire life, Borys pulled his teeth out of her flesh then licked the spot to soothe the pain. His cookie was cooing as he pulled out of her, drawing her into his arms to cuddle, and she was damn near purring like a contented cat. It was an endearing trait since he never thought another bear could purr quite like that. Must have been the ramifications of being raised by cats.
Looking down at Misha, Borys saw her smiling up at him as she pet his chest almost reverently. He couldn’t think of a single thing that could possibly make this moment better.
Chapter Eleven
The next morning, Borys stood sipping from his coffee cup, dressed in nothing but his boxers as he watched his mate, who was dressed in only one of his T-shirts, pour herself a cup of her own coffee. He was having a hard time keeping his mind off her naked body, which he needed to do so he could show her the family photo album he had pulled out.
Turning back to the kitchen island where he had placed the thick book, he opened it and turned to the page of his mother. Then he patiently waited until Misha stood beside him.
Tapping his finger on the page, Borys pointed to the photo. “This is your aunt, Marianna Wisniewski. I’m sorry to tell you that she passed away two years ago.”
His mate quietly sniffled as silent tears slipped from her eyes. Reaching over, Borys used his thumbs to wipe them away. Seeing them only magnified his own pain of missing his mom.
“She would have loved you, cookie. I wish you could have met her.”
Misha looked up from the picture to him. “How do you know she would have liked me at all?”
“I know she would have loved you the moment she met you. That was just the sort of wonderful woman she was.” Flipping the page, he showed her a different picture, one of a couple with a little boy who stood in front of them. “This is the day my dad married your aunt. Best day of my life before I met you, because it was the day she became my mom.”
Misha traced a finger along the lines of her aunt’s face, as if she were trying to memorize them. “How old were you on this day?”
“Five.”
“Do you mind if I ask what happened to your biological mother?”
Borys ran a hand over his hair as painful memories from his past bubbled up. “My mother passed away from medical complications after delivering me. She was the love of my father’s life, though they were not fated mates. Losing her … Well, I can remember, after your aunt married my dad, the people in my old clan told her that losing my mother changed him. I wouldn’t know. All I ever remember of him was that he was angry at the world and liked to take it out on everyone around him.”
His mate sucked in a breath. “Did he hit you, Borys?”
Shaking his head, Borys did his best to explain. “He never hit me or your aunt, but he didn’t pretend to like us, either. There was never a kind word from him or any love shown.” Tapping his finger on the family portrait, he continued, “That’s why your aunt meant the world to me. She mated my dad, and instead of ignoring me because I was a child from a previous relationship like some women would have, she loved me from day one. When she came into my life, I finally learned what it was like to have a loving parent. She played with me, cooked and ate family dinners with me, and even read me bedtime stories. I think it was after she had been living with us for about a week I asked her if I could call her Mom.”
His mate cuddled up next to him, leaning her head on his shoulder. “What did she say?”
Even though he knew she couldn’t see it, Borys couldn’t stop the smile that spread across his face from one of his favorite memories. Hugging his cookie close to his side, he murmured, “Marianna told me that if I called her Mom, it would be the best present anyone had given her in her entire life. She was my mom from that day forward in every sense of the word. You know, cookie, you have the same color hair she did.”
Misha pulled away and ran a nervous hand over her messy hair. “Really?”
Borys leaned in and gave her a kiss on the lips. She was just too damn cute not to. “Yeah, you do. Hey, you know what else you have now that was Marianna’s?”
“What?” she whispered excitedly.
Turning back to the photo album, Borys flipped through the pages until he reached the one near the back that held his mother’s handwritten recipes. Stopping at the first one, he pointed at it. “She said this was her grandmother’s recipe for makowiec, otherwise known as poppy seed cake. Apparently, in Polish tradition, it’s considered good luck to eat this during the holidays.”
He watched as Misha’s hand trembled as she ran her fingers over the plastic cover-protected page. Borys had all of his mother’s recipes laminated after she had died. He had wanted to preserve the things that had meant so much to the woman who had loved him unconditionally.
Misha pulled out of his embrace to face him. “Would you mind if we made one today? I love cooking, and it would be nice to share a recipe from her with you.”
Damn, his mate was as sweet in nature as she was tasty in bed.
Tapping the end of her nose, he gave her a big grin. “Sure can, sweetheart. In fact”—Borys reached over and turned a few pages—“we can try whatever recipe you want. Seems as if having a sweet tooth runs in your family. Mom has quite a few Polish dessert recipes. Just pick one out, and I’ll go get what you need from the store.”
Misha squealed in delight as she started looking over the different recipes. “What should we make first?”
He let his eyes drift down the ample curves of his mate’s ass as she bounced up and down in excitement. Letting out a groan, his cock hardened as a different sort of hunger took over him again.
Reaching out, Borys slipped his hands underneath the oversized shirt she wore and gripped her hips. Scooting in close so her backside was tucked in tight to his front, he kissed the side of her neck. “How about we make something else for a while, cookie? I want another taste of you.”
Misha giggled as he ran his hands up the front of her body
until he was massaging both of her breasts. Pinned between him and the kitchen island, she leaned forward enough to brace herself with her hands on the countertop, which pushed her ass into his groin. Damn, he loved this woman’s curves.
She moaned as he gently pinched her nipples then reached back with one of her hands to grab his cock through his boxers. “I want to feel you inside of me again, mate. Prove to me bears do it better every time.”
Hell, the woman didn’t have to ask him twice. Borys let go of one of her breasts to reach down and push his boxers down his legs. Once they were puddled around his feet, he kicked them off to the side. Then he reached over, grabbed the hem of her shirt, and ripped it off over her head as she squealed at the quick move.
Running his hands down her back, he gently pushed her forward until her upper body was on the countertop in front of her.
He was just about to grab both cheeks of her ass, when suddenly, his doorbell rang, and his perfect moment was shattered.
Damn it all to hell!
Roaring in frustration, Borys told his cookie to cover up so he could scare whoever it was away. Then, stalking to his front door buck ass naked, he didn’t even care that he was about to give someone a superior show of all of his glory. Shifters weren’t exactly modest, and whoever this was at his front door was intruding on his time with his mate, and he was going to let them know it.
Flinging his door open, he took one look at the person standing on the other side of it and roared again in rage. The small, human man who had bugged him earlier was trembling in fear as he scanned Borys’s naked body up and down in surprise.
Stuttering, he said, “I-I c-can see I’ve come b-back at a bad time. I’m s-s-so sorry, Mr. Anderson. If you c-could just please sign this piece of paper con-confirming your name and address, I p-promise to go away and leav—”
Borys tuned out the rest of what the man said as he reached over to the side, grabbed the fifty-pound bag of fertilizer he had left on his porch, ripped open the top of the bag, and then dumped all the manure onto the human’s head for being such a pain in the ass.
