“Am I right in thinking you’re going to be studying the wild polar bears that live near Bramble Woods once you acquire more funding?”
“Yes, sir.”
He could have stopped there, but my mate was passionate about his work.
“With the modern world encroaching on their environment, we’re hoping we can help reduce human-bear conflict, tracking the bears’ routes to prevent hunters stumbling on their dens and working with local communities so we can co-manage the programs.”
No one spoke. They were all aware my mate was human, and Anita had told me some were relieved I hadn’t mated a bear, thinking I would be lost to them if I had.
Alpha finally nodded. “I wish you every success.” He may not have liked that my mate was human, but his respect would help solve any uneasiness.
We were invited for tea and cake and were swarmed by pack members wanting to meet Weston. He was more popular than me, and we spent the rest of the day with pack members explaining the pack’s forest and land management business. The pack was involved with habitat restoration, wildfire control, selective logging, and reforestation.
This work dovetailed with my mate’s, and he spent hours asking questions as we roamed over pack land.
We ate dinner in the communal kitchen but escaped back to my cabin soon after because we had unfinished business.
After I’d killed Kipp and altered Weston’s worldview by explaining he hadn’t been hallucinating, we’d talked about him marking me. And while he had vague memories of doing it, he’d accepted that it had a purpose and he’d been waiting until the reason was revealed.
“It’s time for me to mark you and complete the bond, and it’s appropriate that we do it here, where I was nurtured and became the man I am.”
My mate closed the distance between us and grabbed my belt loop. He yanked me forward until we both toppled onto the bed and we were face to face, with me on top of him.
“There’s something wrong with this picture.” He smirked and wriggled his hips. I grew hard, which I guessed was his purpose. Not that I minded.
“We’re both fully dressed.”
“Oh, yeah, that.” He chuckled.
“We better do something to change that.” I got up and pulled my pants and underwear down and kicked off my boots. Neither of us bothered with getting fully undressed. We just undid shirt buttons, and I fell back onto the mattress and hovered over my mate.
“Much better.” Weston spread his legs, and the musky aroma of slick washed over me. He stroked me, and I shivered.
My cocknudged his hole, and I fingered the rim. He closed his eyes and whimpered and told me how much he wanted me, before he grabbed my length and shoved the head inside him. Now it was my turn to pant as I slid into his slippery tight warmth.
“Mmmm.” My mate raised his hips and told me to bury my cock deep inside him.
But I took my time and slid into him gradually because I wanted him to feel every inch as I filled him.
But Weston was intent on speed, and he bucked his hips, squeezing me and letting go, enticing me to fuck him rather than make love.
“Don’t make me wait. I’ve been wanting you all day.”
Putting a hand on the mattress on either side of him, I lowered myself and pecked at his lips. I nibbled the bottom one, and he moaned, and my tongue darted into his mouth. Our tongues dueled as my length withdrew from his channel before plunging back in.
“I love you being inside my mouth and my hole,” he mumbled.
“Did you want my dick in your hole or just my tongue?”
He giggled, and the sensation rippled through my body. “Right now, a cock in my hole is just fine. We can discuss the places your tongue can go later.”
“Why not now?” I nipped at his peaked nipple. He yelped, and I licked the tip before sucking it.
“You planned that, didn’t you?”
I did love a good plan.
My mate ran his fingers through my hair. It was such a tender soothing sensation that made me feel safe and wanted.
