“What’s that?” she asks pointing to the fleshy ring around the base of my cock.
“My knot.” I supply frankly to see if she realizes what I’m talking about.
Her forehead wrinkles in thought. “Like a dog? Like when they get stuck together in the park?”
A laugh roars from my throat. “Yes, like that. It can only be given to our mate and while nature’s intention is for it to help conceive, I’ve heard it’s very pleasurable to be knotted,” I say in a low voice. Her scent spikes a musky tone, and I lose control of keeping my dick soft. “Later, beautiful. The last thing we need is to get caught out here.”
She snaps her jaw shut and her eyes dart around in realization that we are still in public, in her ice rink.
We scurry back to my clothes. Pulling my shorts on over my semi-hard shaft without boxers on is not what I had on my shit-to-do list today, but here we are.
16
Anya
My boyfriend is a freaking polar bear. Well, heisn’ta polar bear, but hecanbe.
For a moment I considered yelling, telling him to get his head examined, and stomping out, but something deep within me told me he was telling the truth. Likely the same thing that seems to pull me toward him like a magnet and makes my skin tingle when we touch.
He called it our bond. Because I’m his soul mate. But why? What about me is good enough for some kind of . . . he saidGoddess . . . to decide I was worthy of this? But at the same time, I can’t deny it feels right. I hate that it doesn’t make sense and yet my brain has decided to make peace with the whole situation. Like I haven’t spent my entire life needing things to be logical and organized.
Then I look at his stupid-handsome face, with that annoyingly adorable lopsided grin, and I can’t help but acknowledge the warm, glowing feeling in my chest.
“Fuck it,” I whisper aloud to myself moments before flinging myself into his arms.
He catches me without hesitation, and I wrap my legs around his waist, kissing him hard. He growls into the kiss, which only makes me want him more as our skin tingles everywhere we touch. Which is everywhere since he’s still only wearing his shorts.
“So, I take it . . . you’re okay with . . . my polar bear?” he pants between kisses.
Instead of answering him, I kiss him harder, holding his face where I want him, grinding my hips on his very attentive length below me which causes him to throw his head back and groan, opening his neck to me so I kiss and nip at his skin there. I don’t know what’s come over me but it’s amazing to suddenly feel so free from the rigidity of my mind. Something about Kodi chases it all away.
Just as I consider pulling his shorts back off, there’s a jiggle on one of the doors. Gasping and flinging myself off of him, I snatch his shirt, throw it at him, and grab his hand to sprint out of the rink.
My brain initially wants to chide me for doing something so rash and completely not myself, but I think I’m learning to like this new side of me that puts the rules away to live a little.
Once we’re safely back in the parking lot and climbing into his truck, I’m laughing so hard I can’t breathe.
After swinging by my apartment for a few things, I go back to Kodi’s condo with him. The second we make it through the door and he locks it behind us, he’s all over me in the best way. His lips and hands are everywhere.
He takes my bag from me and must set it down gently because I don’t even hear it plop. We awkwardly maneuver our way down the hallway into his room.
My mind is a messy swirl of need for this amazing man—who’s also a polar bear—and how I could have fallen for him so quickly. The warm, glowing feeling in my chest is spreading through my entire body, the tingles everywhere we touch adding to those sensations.
Fueled by a lot of lust and a little love, I ask, “So, your knot?”
He briefly tenses before he continues touching me, moving his hand under my shirt, trailing tingles along my abdomen with his touch. “I didn’t get to finish explaining a few things.”
Grinding against him as I wait for the rest of his explanation, he finally continues.
“Goddess, I want you so fucking bad, but you have to be sure.”
Nodding and kissing him harder, I pant, “Of course. I’m sure. I want you.”
He groans into our kiss saying, “Not only this . . . If we do this . . . I’ll claim you as my mate . . . I’ll mark you . . . Bite you . . . You’ll be mine . . . Forever.” He tries to explain thisbetween kisses and the information trickles into my mind, his words registering and taking me by surprise.
“Bite me?” I ask as I stare into his eyes, chest heaving in an attempt to get more oxygen to my brain so I can think properly.
He nods, nipping at the skin between my neck and shoulder. “When we find our soul mate, when we . . . consummate the bond,” he wriggles his eyebrows at me, “I’ll knot you and bite you here,” he drags his feather light touch across my neck, “claiming you. You’ll have a mark of our bond. Forever.” The humor fades from his eyes, conveying the importance of what he’s telling me.
