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  And then I come.

  In a normal sexual experience, I enjoy orgasms as much as the next girl, but this is so much more than a normal experience. Today, right now, I’m being fucking worshipped by this bear and I don’t even care that we don’t know each other very well. I don’t care about any of that. All I know is that he’s still touching me and I’m still coming and I’m so high I could touch the damn clouds if I wanted to.

  And then my orgasm starts to fade, and reality starts to set in again, and I open my eyes.

  He’s beside me on the bed now, looking at me, and he smiles.

  “You look beautiful when you come,” he whispers.

  Then he kisses me, and I taste myself on his lips. He kisses me again and again and again, and then he kisses me a little bit more.

  Chapter Six

  Jace

  There’s something completely unbelievable about this woman.

  Despite the fact that she basically ran away from an angry group of murderers, she’s still holding herself together. She might be scared, and she might be tired from running, but she managed to protect my child and bring him to safety.

  In my book, that’s more than I could possibly ask for.

  Now I’m kissing her like she’s all I need. I’m kissing her like I’m going to die if I stop. With Polly, I can’t seem to get enough. Watching her come was so damn hot. I don’t know if my cock can handle much more of this little vixen. Maybe it’s because I’ve been locked away for so long. I’ve been isolated for months up here in the wilderness. When she stumbled onto my porch, I didn’t expect her. I didn’t expect any of this.

  Now?

  Now I wonder what the hell I’ve gotten myself into because I don’t know if this is something I could possibly walk away from.

  “Jace,” she murmurs against my lips.

  “Yes, baby?” I whisper.

  “I want you.”

  “What do you want?”

  “I want to taste you,” she says. She pushes me away and I lie back on the bed. Well, isn’t this interesting? Polly is a lot bolder than I gave her credit for. She’s a little wilder. She’s brave and she’s the kind of woman who goes after what she wants.

  I love that.

  In fact, it’s really, really, hot.

  Polly sits up and kneels beside me. She looks down at me on the bed and starts touching me. She goes slowly at first. She cups my cheeks and traces her fingers down my necks, over my shirt, and down my arms. When she gets to the hem of my shirt, she tugs. She pushes it up so she can look at me.

  And oh, Polly looks.

  The way she’s looking at me should make me feel bad. It should make me feel totally, completely objectified. It should make me feel horrible and dirty and wrong. It should make me feel like I’m a very bad man.

  But it doesn’t.

  She bites her lip like she can’t get enough. The image shoots straight to my dick and again, I’m even harder. It takes all of my strength to hold still as she looks at me and touches me.

  “These abs,” she murmurs. “Do you work out?”

  “More than you might think.”

  “Well, I wasn’t sure, you know.”

  “What?”

  “I wasn’t sure if it was a shifter thing,” she says. “Like, if shifters have incredible bodies naturally or if you’re like humans.”

  “You mean, you want to know if I have to work to look like this?”

  “Pretty much.”

  “I do.”

  “Well,” she says, reaching for my pajama pants. “I’d say it’s totally worth it.”

  I lift my hips as she tugs my pants down. My dick springs free from the fabric and as soon as the pants are tossed aside, Polly returns to look at me. This time, she’s not admiring my abs or stroking my face.

  This time, she’s eyeing my cock.

  I haven’t had a woman look at my dick like that ever. Not in my entire life. When I’ve been with women before, they’ve always just sort of touched it as needed. They’ve never craved it. The way Polly is eyeing me makes me feel like she’s anxious and excited and like she really, really wants me.

  She looks like she desperately needs me.

  She looks like she’s ready to play with me.

  “I want to taste you,” she says.

  “I’m quite delicious,” I tell her.

  She laughs. “Is that right?”

  I nod.

  “Okay, let’s see.”

  She lowers her head and carefully licks the end of my cock. She’s very gentle, and very demure, and she hardly touches me at all as she swipes her tongue over the head of my penis.

  “Hmm,” she says. “Flavorful. Sweet.” Then she looks up at me. “But I’m going to need another taste.”

  This time, she slides my cock down her throat and tastes the entire thing. She takes me almost to the hilt, and then she swallows, and I almost lose it right then.

  Who is this goddess?

  How have I gotten so lucky to have her in my home?

  She plays with my cock, sucking and licking it. While she does, her hands are constantly moving. She rubs them up and down my thighs, but then she touches her own breasts over the thin fabric of her shirt. She slides a hand between her own legs and while she’s sucking on me, she strokes herself.

  It’s so damn hot.

  “You’re a fucking goddess,” I murmur.

  She just laughs and looks up at me.

  “That might be true, but every good goddess demands a tribute,” she says.

  “Is that so?”

  She nods again, smiling gently, like she’s anxious to see what I’m going to say.

  A tribute, huh?

  I can give her a fucking tribute.

  I can give her anything she wants.

  Anything at all.

  If she’ll just.

  Keep.

  Touching.

  Me.

  “What kind of tribute does the goddess demand?” I ask her.

  “I’m afraid,” she murmurs, trailing her hands up and down my thighs. “That I’m going to need a virgin sacrifice, Jace.”

  “I’m no virgin, love.”

  “Oh, now that’s a problem,” she winks. “Because if I can’t have a virgin, then I’m going to need a really, really naughty sexual sacrifice.”

  “Naughtier than what we just did?” I raise an eyebrow.

  “That was only the beginning,” she says. “We were just getting started.”

  I laugh, but then I grab her by the hair and pull her up to my level so we’re eye-to-eye. She groans, obviously enjoying the little bite of pain I gave her. I like it, too. I like how damn wet she still is. I like how needy and excited she is.

  “If you want a sacrifice, baby, then I’ll make sure you get one.” I lick her neck before biting it gently. I don’t break the skin, but I bite hard enough to let her know that she’s affecting me: to let her know that I mean business.

  “What’ll it be, Jace?”

  “Take off your shirt, princess. You’re going to sacrifice yourself on the altar of my cock.”

  Her nipples harden. I can see them poking through the fabric of the thin sweatshirt she has on. She likes this idea. Oh, she fucking loves it. She reaches for the hem of her shirt and tosses it aside.

  Just like that, it’s gone.

  “Take off my shirt.”

  Again, it’s gone.

  “Now climb on my cock, goddess. Show me you mean business.”

  Polly doesn’t look nervous at all as she comes over and straddles me. She lowers herself quickly onto my dick and she closes her eyes as she sinks deeper onto it. I groan at the sensation.

  “Oh, I think you like that,” she says.

  “So fucking much.”

  “I like it, too,” she murmurs, and then she starts to ride.

  Every coherent thought flees. Anything I was thinking about before is totally gone. In minutes, I won’t be able to remember my own name or how I got here or what I’m doing he
re. All I know is that I’m with Polly, and I don’t want this to ever stop.

  Her breasts bounce, and I reach for them. I gently touch her nipples, rubbing my thumbs over them. She likes that. Her pussy clenches my cock as I rub her nipples and she throws her head back.

  “So fucking pretty,” I tell her. “You’re gorgeous, Polly.”

  “This feels so good,” she murmurs.

  “Sweetie, we’re just getting started,” I tell her. I smile at her mischievously and she has the good sense to look a little nervous before I move.

  In one swift motion, I flip her onto her back and slide into her. Her legs are over my shoulders as I thrust inside of her body.

  “Jace,” she whispers.

  “Fuck, baby.”

  “I feel so fucking full.”

  “Is this tribute enough for the goddess?” I ask with a little smile.

  “It’s acceptable,” she says.

  “Oh, I think it’s better than acceptable.”

  “Yeah?”

  I reach between us and start to rub her clit.

  “Yeah.”

  “Jace...”

  She closes her eyes and I can feel her body tensing. I would love nothing more than to make this gorgeous girl come again. She had one orgasm already. Why not two? Would it be so bad to actually worship her tonight?

  She looks so damn perfect: all sprawled out and wet. She’s like a delicious treat that satisfies every part of my appetite.

  Yeah, I want to feel her come again.

  I’m close, but I’m going to wait for her. When I come, I want her to orgasm at the same time. I want us to experience this high at the same fucking time because Polly is perfect, and she deserves to have our first time be damn hot.

  I keep stroking her body and murmuring sweet nothings to her. She gets more and more excited, and I thrust deeper inside of her.

  “Jace, I’m so close,” she murmurs.

  “Come for me, pretty girl,” I tell her. “Come for me.”

  I feel her pussy tighten around me, and then she comes. Polly’s entire body starts to pulse and thrum with pleasure and I stop holding back. I stop fighting it, and I come inside of her.

  The orgasm that rushes over me is nothing short of dynamic. It’s perhaps the single greatest sexual moment of my entire life. It hits me full-force and I cry out as I stay inside of her. I want to wring every last bit of pleasure from Polly before I move, and finally, when her own orgasm has gently faded, I collapse beside her.

  I grab her and pull her close. Wrapping my arms around her, I gently kiss her forehead.

  “You were amazing,” I tell her.

  “I can honestly say that was all you,” she laughs. “And it was totally fantastic.”

  “The goddess demanded a sacrifice,” I say.

  “Yeah, well, she’s going to be demanding a lot more, at least if all of her sacrifices are like that.”

  “That was hot as fuck, Polly.”

  “I’m glad you had fun.”

  Fun seems like it’s not a strong enough word to describe what we did. It seems too simplistic: too easy, but she’s right.

  Making love to Polly was hot, sexy, and yeah, it was fun, and I still feel like the luckiest bastard around because I got to be the one to slide inside of her tonight. I got to make love to an incredible woman who is gorgeous and sweet.

  More than that, she’s clever.

  She’s funny.

  And I realize, as I’m holding her, that I don’t think I’m going to want to let this one go.

  She yawns, and I smile at her. Reaching for a couple of blankets, I pull them over us.

  “Get some rest, sweetheart,” I murmur. Without another word, Polly curls up next to me, drapes one arm over my chest, and promptly falls asleep.

  The fact that she trusts me to just sleep with me after sex is totally overwhelming and wonderful to me, and again, I can’t help but thinking that when this is all over, I hope she doesn’t go. My inner-bear feels sated for the first time in a very long time. All of me feels sated.

  All of me feels tired.

  And slowly, I drift off to sleep.

  Chapter Seven

  Polly

  “I think the storm is ending,” I whisper.

  We’ve been in the bedroom for a long time. All night, I’m guessing. I can’t believe I fell asleep with Jace after sex last night, but...damn.

  I can’t even coherently think about what we did.

  All I can think is damn.

  It was total perfection.

  Now I’m lying in Jace’s arms, cuddled up like nothing else in the world matters except us being together, and I’m wondering what’s going to happen next.

  Anything could happen.

  “I think you’re right,” Jace whispers, and he strokes my arms gently with his fingers, touching me. Each touch sends me into my own personal happy place, and I never want to leave, but I know that I’m going to have to.

  Soon Brandon is going to wake up and I’ll need to go feed him breakfast. He’s a heavy sleeper. It’s one of the most fantastic things about having a little baby bear. Alexis warned me that when Brandon hits puberty, he’ll most likely start shifting into a bear on a regular basis. Most shifters aren’t actually able to change their form until they’re around 12 or 13, but despite this, shifter babies are naturally quite different from their human counterparts.

  For example, bear shifter babies can sleep really hard.

  Like, really hard.

  Brandon can sleep through just about anything, but I still need to go check on him and see if he’s up, or if he’s hungry, or if he’s bored.

  Suddenly, I’m starting to feel a little worried about what will come next for me and Brandon. Last night with Jace was fantastic, but I’m not sure what we’re going to do when the weather looks better. Are we safe here? Are any of us safe here? Even if the storm is totally clear now, the roads are going to be muddy and getting to Storm Haven, if we decide to go, is going to be impossible.

  Then again, maybe we don’t need to go to Storm Haven.

  I don’t know what we should do or where we should go.

  I don’t know what our next moves should be.

  When I took off running, it was because I knew I had to find Jace and keep Brandon safe. Now, in just one night, I’m realizing just how very different the world actually is from what I thought. For starters, Jace is much kinder and gentler than I imagined. I actually thought he’d resist the idea of letting us stay with him. I didn’t think he’d want to help us.

  I didn’t think he’d want any of this.

  But he doesn’t seem opposed to the idea of being a dad, of raising this little bear. In fact, he seems like he actually wants to be involved.

  “Let’s go check,” he says. He slides out of bed and I move with him. I reach for my clothing and start pulling it on. It’s hard not to notice or pay attention to just how fit Jace really is. In fact, everything about him seems hard and toned. I’m not sure if it’s a bear thing or if it’s just because he’s been living up here, working out and exercising for a very long time.

  He gets his own clothing on and together, we move to the living room.

  “Storm’s hardly over,” he says, peeking out the front window.

  “But I don’t hear rain anymore.”

  “Something else,” he says, and he motions for me to look.

  Scurrying over the window, I take a peek outside, and I’m blown away by what I see. It’s something I didn’t expect to see today. Something that makes things seem just a little more whimsically magical.

  Snow.

  “I didn’t expect this.”

  “Yeah,” he says, looking up at the sky. “Me neither. I’m going to go get some more wood,” he says. “It’s going to get cold. First, though...” He looks over at the little makeshift baby bed where Brandon is obviously awake. The only thing we can see from where we’re standing is one tiny hand reaching up and moving around, but we can hear him cooing.
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br />   Jace walks over to his son and without a word, sweeps him into his arms.

  “Good morning, little fella,” he says, and he hugs the little boy.

  For just a second, I think I’m going to start crying.

  Seriously, I might completely lose it.

  I can’t really believe what I’m seeing and to be honest, it feels very strange to me. Jace starts murmuring to Brandon, and I’m trying my best to hold it all together, but the truth is that I never knew my dad. I grew up with an awesome mom who loved me and would have given me the world, but there was always something missing.

  I always had questions.

  I always had these big dreams.

  I always wanted to know what he was like.

  I found out a few years ago who my father was, but I’d missed him. He passed away when I was only five from an incurable illness. My mom hadn’t kept in touch with him and had no idea, but I always wondered what he would have been like if things would have been different.

  Much of my time as a kid was spent imagining what it would be like to hang out with my dad and just talk. What would it be like to just sit and chat for hours? What would it be like to have my dad show me how to use roller skates? There are so many things I missed out on because I didn’t have a dad.

  Brandon isn’t going to have that same experience.

  Nope, Brandon is going to have a dad. He’s going to get to know Jace, who, from what I can tell, is totally fantastic.

  Jace is going to show him how to be a man and how to be a bear and how to be a good person, and it fills my heart with happiness to know just how lucky this kid really is.

  I’m only a little jealous.

  Just a little.

  “He’s happy, isn’t he?” Jace asks, looking over at me. “He’s always making this happy face.”

  “Yeah, he’s a good boy,” I say. “He’s probably ready for breakfast and a change, though.”

  “Can I do it?” Jace asks.

  “You want to feed him and change him?”

  “Of course. I don’t know how. You’ll have to teach me.”

  “Uh, sure. No problem. I mean, it’s pretty simple.”

  “I learn fast,” he says, and he flashes me a smile that makes me want to melt. It feels strange, but good, to be able to show Jace how to care for his son. We walk through the steps of changing Brandon’s diaper. I even talk about different diapering options with Jace and let him know he can use disposable or cloth. Then I show him what it takes to make a bottle, how he can burp the baby, and how he can tell if Brandon is wet or tired or hungry.