by K. L. Fast
“I think so. That’s the only thing that makes sense to me, except I am pretty sure that I would want you either way. I mean, have you seen you?”
“A time or two, but I’ve been too busy staring at you instead.”
“Yeah. I am pretty sure that I’m in love with you,” she says surprising me. I know that I felt it the second I saw her, but for her to feel it this quickly means something.
“I love you too,” I say before kissing her. She moans into my mouth. Her hands run down my abs to my cock. She circles it and strokes it, having to use both hands. I am already on edge, just because she’s near. I stop her hands and push them away.
“Hey. I wanted to do that,” she says giving me the cutest fucking fake pout I’ve ever seen. She rolls onto her back, her legs spread wide. I nestle into them.
“I am already on edge, baby. I need your pussy.”
“It’s already yours,” she moans as I slide just the tip of my cock through her already soaking wet folds.
“I know, baby. I know,” I say as I slam into her. She arches her back off of the bed but settles quickly as I slam into her over and over. “Fuck. You are so tight.” I can’t stop fucking her, even after she comes, I am still rock hard. She squeezes her pussy and I lose it. I come harder than I ever have before, filling her with my seed. Now that she is mine, all I can think about is breeding her.
Finally, I pull out of her heat, and collapse next to her.
“Is it always going to be like that?” she asks breathlessly.
“Fuck yes,” I agree.
We manage to fall back to sleep for a little while, but eventually my stomach growling wakes me up. I quietly get out of bed and head into the kitchen. As I am frying bacon, I feel her come up behind me.
“Good morning, again,” she murmurs into my back.
“I hope you’re hungry,” I say rubbing her arms.
“Starving. Should I set the table?”
“Yeah, sure,” I say. I have never sat at the table before, but I suppose it would be a good idea to use it at least once. I watch as she makes herself at home in my space. My bear is thoroughly enjoying the fact that she is so close by. I finish up the bacon and make up some kitchen sink omelets.
“Coffee?” she asks going over to the Keurig.
“Please,” I say. I load the table up and grab the milk and sugar for the coffee. We sit down at the table and begin to eat.
“So, I don’t really know much about except ya know carnally. Tell me more about you.”
“What do you want to know?”
“Everything,” she says moaning a little bit as her first sip of coffee hits her tongue. I clear my throat.
“Okay. I was born and raised in Salem. I am an only child. My parents still live in the house I grew up in right of Main Street in town. I have two best friends, Frankie and Aaron, but I think I told you about them. They were also involved in the incident that did this to us. Met them in kindergarten and never looked back. Currently, I am a Supervisory Park Ranger. Though I am due for a promotion. I’ve been with the parks service for ten years now. Out here, I can be me. Tell me about you.”
“I am also an only child, but I am from a small town outside of Seattle. My parents still live there. I had never been to Massachusetts before. Three days I woke up with the need to come here. I thought it was for the storm, but now I am not so sure.”
“Meaning what?” I question.
“I think I was brought here for you, Max. I’ve never felt like this. I didn’t actually know I could feel like this. Do you know what I mean?”
“I do, Harper,” I say reaching out to cover her small hand with my much larger one.
“What do we do now?”
“Marry me,” I say without thinking. It just feels right.
“W-what?” she stutters.
“Marry me, as soon as possible.”
“Are you sure this isn’t crazy fast?”
“It might be, but I don’t give a fuck,” I say standing and pulling her to her feet.
“Okay. Me either. Yes, I’ll marry you.”
Three short days later, Harper became my wife and I couldn’t be happier about the future now.
Epilogue
Harper
Seven Months Later
“Hey baby, I have a surprise for you,” Max says coming up behind me.
“Is it chocolate?” I ask rubbing my round stomach. He chuckles and kisses the side of my head.
“Of course, but that's not the surprise.”
“Ooh, what is it then?”
"What do you say we take a camping trip with Aaron, Isla, Frankie, and Polly." I squeal and pull out of his arms.
"Oh my gosh! I love camping! It will be our last time out there until after we all have our babies! We can do s’mores and everything."
"So, I did good?" he asks with a chuckle. I know it makes make me sound like a crazy woman being seven months pregnant and being totally down to go camping but I can't wait to go. Max and I have gone camping three times since we first met and although we already live in the middle of the woods there is just something about camping that is so much fun. The bonfires, cold nights, curled up next to my love looking at the stars, swimming in the lake all of it.
“You did so good. When do we leave?” He leans down and kisses me soundly. When he pulls back, I have to hold on to his arms to keep from floating away. “Wow how is it every time you kiss me, I still get those crazy wild butterflies,” I ask him. He grabs my hand and puts it over his heart.
“The same way you make my heart beat a million miles an hour, Mate.” My eyes prickle with tears and my lip starts to wobble. Fuck me, I cry at a drop of a hat and damn him for always saying the sweetest things. He looks a little panicked. “Oh, my God! Are you okay? Why are you crying?”
“You're so sweet and perfect. How did I get so lucky?” I ask full blown crying. His eyes start to glow, and I can see his bear coming to the surface. He can feel his mate in distress.
“Fuck, babe. What do I do?” he asks still in full panic mode. I shake my head. The fuck if I know. I was never really a crier until I got pregnant. Now my hormones are all wacky and I cry over fucking commercials and not just the Sarah McLachlan dog ones either. He pulls me into his arms and his bear lets off a growl.
“I don’t know why this keeps happening. I am going crazy,” he chuckles. “We need to find a way to make sure that my bear knows because every time he senses you are upset, he wants to rip heads off.” I giggle and snuggle closer to his chest. Once I have myself under control, I pull back.
“I’m better now, although I cannot make any promises that it will not happen again.” He chuckles and kisses the top of my head.
“I already packed you a bag and we don't need any food so whenever you are ready to hit the road, we can go.” I pull out of his arms.
“I need your help getting my shoes on, then we can go.” We are on the road ten minutes later.
“Now, we aren't doing the whole sleep in a tent, poop in the woods this camping trip,” he says pulling into the parking spot next to the cutest little cabin I have ever seen. “We are camping in style besides I don't want your back to hurt.”
“This is amazing,” I say my voice cracking as I start to tear up again. Fuck these hormones are no joke. He looks over at me and his eyes widen.
“Are you crying again?” I sniffle and shake my head in denial.
“No, now go put our stuff up. I want to go on an adventure.” He shakes his head but does what I ask. Later that night after we spent most of the time in our cabin making love, Max went out and started a fire in the firepit. I am now sitting between his thighs resting my back against his front as we look up at the stars. We have been sitting for a few minutes before Max sighs heavily, “What's wrong, Maxy?” He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly.
“I’m scared that our son will have a bear in him,” Max whispers against my hair. His hands are currently wrapped around my huge stomach. Our son kicks hi
s hand.
“Can I tell you a secret?” He sighs again and I feel him nod his head. I put my hands over his big ones on the swell of my belly and grin. “Maxy, I'm not scared one bit. I hope our son is a cub and just like you. You are amazing, loyal, sweet, funny, and caring and so very protective. Our cub is going to be lucky to have you as a father.” I feel him stall behind me.
“Really? You want a cub?” I nod my head and lean back looking up at the stars.
“He is going to be so cute and sweet. You’ll teach him all he needs to know and that there is nothing to be afraid of. I can’t wait to see you two play in your bear forms.” I keep picturing an adorable little boy turning into his cub form for the first time and my amazing husband watching and changing with him. I can’t wait for our little man to finally be here.
“Fuck. I love you. How do you have so much faith in me Harper.” I get on my knees and turn around, I put my hands on his face.
“I’ll always have faith in you my mate, now take me to bed.” His eyes snap to mine.
“Say it again.” I grin and lean closer until my lips are a breath away from his.
“My Mate.” Before I know it, he has me in his arms and is carrying me towards our cabin. I snuggle against his chest. I fucking love my life and I couldn’t have asked for a better husband, lover, friend or the father of my children.
Epilogue
Max
Ten Years Later
“Jason, let’s go,” I growl from the bottom of the stairs.
“Calm down, pop. I’m coming,” my nine-year-old son says as he gallops down the stairs, wearing a suit and a bow tie. I was concerned that he would be born with a bear in him that we couldn’t control. While I was right about his bear, he is very much in control of his shifts.
“We’re going to be late. You know your mother hates it when we are late,” I say ushering him out the door. His younger sister, Abby, is in a Christmas dance recital. She is just about the cutest damn sugar plum fairy to ever grace the stage. As soon as I get him in the car and we are on the way, I ask about his attire. “What is with getup, little man?” I ask fighting the laughter.
“Ally is going to be there,” he says adjusting his tie.
“Ally?” I ask him. I can see that he’s blushing in the rearview mirror. He scoffs.
“Jenny’s older sister. Jenny is in Abby’s class. You know who I mean, right, Dad?”
“Oh, I see. I know who you mean.” I have no idea what he’s talking about, but he seems excited. As soon as we pull into the auditorium parking lot, he’s out of the car so fast. Once I get out, I see him surrounded by a gaggle of girls. They are all vying for his attention, but he’s only got eyes for one. That must be Ally. It takes me two seconds to realize he’s already found his mate.
“Hey. You’re late,” Harper says walking into my arms.
“Sorry. I was waiting for Mr. GQ to get ready.”
“What do you mean?” she asks following my line of sight. “Oh, my. That’s what he wore for Easter. What is he doing?”
“I am pretty sure Ally Jenkins is his mate.”
“What? He’s just a baby.”
“You have to remember, he’s going to be more animalistic than anyone else. His bear knows when the right time is, and that’s not yet. He just knows it’s her.”
“Alright. You know more about this than I do,” she agrees. “Let’s get Casanova and head to our seats.”
After the recital, we take the kids for pizza then head home.
Once they are showered and in bed, I take some wine into the bedroom. Harper is already in bed, reading a book.
“I thought we were spending some quality time together.” I ask chuckling,
“Oh, we are husband. We are. I was just waiting for you,” she says closing her book and setting it on her nightstand.
“Were you, wife?” I ask setting the wine down.
“Uh-huh,” she says opening her robe, revealing her smooth, satiny skin to me. She hates clothes, and I can’t blame her. She’s fucking gorgeous. For the first time I notice, a slight but new swell to her belly.
“Are you pregnant again?” I blurt out. It’s been five years since we had a baby, but I’d like to think I know her body well enough to notice any changes in it.
“It’s possible,” she hedges. She hates math, so I can tell she is trying to figure out if it’s possible.
“I think you might be,” I say grinning.
“I’ll find out tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow then,” I setting aside the wine, just in case.
Spending the night inside her is a gift that I have been blessed to have until the day I die. Loving her is easy. Not only is she perfect in every single way, she calms me and my bear. Calms me in a way that I didn’t know was possible. Every day she teaches me something new.
“Are you going to come to bed, or are you going to stare at me all night?” she asks sassily.
“I’m coming to bed, Harper. Don’t worry, baby. I’ve got you.”
“I know you do.”
Stripping quickly, I climb into bed and in between her parted thighs. I can see that she already wet for me. She always is. Leaning down, I kiss her little pooched out belly before licking her from her clit to her ass. She pushes me off her and pushes me so that I go onto my back. She kisses down my chest until she gets to my cock. Over the years she’s gotten so good at this, that I just have to think about it, and I am seconds from coming. She pulls me deep into her mouth and lets me fuck her face. When I can’t take it anymore, I pull her off of my cock and she’s climbs on top of me. Her tight cunt slides down my cock slowly until she is fully seated on me. She moves her hips as I thrust upwards. Each and every moan she lets out makes it harder and harder to not come. When she throws her head back, I know she’s close, so I reach up and pull gently on her nipples, just like she likes.
“Come for me, Harper,” I demand.
“I am. I’ll always come for you. Just you.” Her cunt squeezes the fuck out of my cock while she comes.
“Good girl,” I growl as I fill her pussy.
“I love you, Maxy,” she shouts. Good thing I soundproofed our bedroom for just this very reason.
“I love you too,” I say as she stops moving. She is still perched on me, looking down at me. I can’t help staring at her.
“What? Am I all sweaty or something?” she asks pulling her wild hair out of her face.
“Fuck. How do you get more beautiful every day?” I groan as I pull out of her.
“Magic,” she says laughing and I have no doubt that she is right.
What I once thought of as a curse, brought me the best thing that has ever happened to me and how can that be anything but magic?
Acknowledgments
Thank you to my husband, Seth. You have always been my # 1 fan. Thank you for supporting my dreams.
MK Moore, my partner in crime. Thank you for pushing me out of my comfort zone. Thank you for dealing with my crazy ass when I am on a deadline. Thank you for being a kick-ass best friend. I love your face .6 times…
Thank you to Loni Ree for bringing me in on this series. It was so much fun to do!
And to my readers. Thank you for sticking with me this far! I hope you love Max & Harper’s love story as much as I do!
-KL
XOXO
About the Author
KL is a twenty-six-year-old doing what she loves. Making her dreams come true one book at a time. She is the wife of a chef and the mother of an amazing son. She is a full-time author who does a little housework on the side. She can be found perusing social media when she should be writing. If you like Hot AF Alphas and sassy Heroines with steamy yumminess and sweet Happily Ever After’s than her books are right up your alley.
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