But this…
This was the first time I was happy to be blamed. Happy to be punished.
Despite my submissive position beneath this out-of-control Mountie, something powerful swelled within me, rising alongside the orgasm that was about to crash over me.
“Oh, oh, I’m coming!” I gasped, pulling away from his kiss as the pleasure overtook me. This time, I didn’t fight it. I let it sweep me away, reveling in the male claiming me with such ferocity.
“Ahhh! You’re gripping me so tight—Vixen! You’re killing me! Stop… no!”
Koda’s words tumbled out in a harsh spray of accusations, commands, and then—suddenly—something raw and broken.
“I can’t… I can’t hold on—ahhh!!!”
Hot cum flooded into me, filling me completely and finally satisfying the bear that had driven me to this point.
This.
This was what my bear wanted. It rolled inside me, happy and sated.
Until Koda abruptly pulled out and rose to his feet.
I barely had time to turn my collapsed body over before he was on the other side of the nest, disappearing behind the alcove wall.
“Where are you going?” I demanded when he returned, fully clothed. He no longer smelled of marshmallows, but still…
“There are rules, Holly.”
Holly. No more Vixen. The stony Mountie was back, along with my government name.
“Protocols must be followed for both forming a maul and attending to an estrus cycle on Bear Mountain. We’ve already broken three tribal rules—not to mention the fuzzy human ethics of this situation.”
“Boo, ethics,” I mumbled with a wide yawn. Sleep tugged at me like an anchor, heavier than anything I’d felt before. Not even the time I attended a triplet mom through a vaginal home birth had left me this drained.
Still, I managed to say, “Come back. If you’re right about this estrus stuff, my bear’s going to want to do that again.”
“She knows you need to rest,” he assured me, his tone softer. “She’ll let you sleep first… before attending to the last member of our maul.”
“Maul?” I mumbled, groggy, the word barely registering.
“Sleep, Holly,” he insisted, irritation creeping back into his voice. “I’ll rein in this chaos, then explain everything when I return with…”
His words faded as sleep pulled me under.
Then, I woke to the smell of bacon.
And eggs. And something sweet and starchy—pancakes? The aroma filled the air, like the Sunday breakfasts my mom used to make for Noelle and me after my stepdad had been an insufferable butthole all week. Along with the rich smell of maple.
A smile tugged at my lips as my eyes fluttered open.
Only to find myself face-to-face with a massive, bright yellow grizzly bear.
He blinked at me.
I blinked at him.
And then, like any formerly all-human woman who suddenly found herself in the middle of a cheesy Christmas/horror/paranormal-shifter movie, I screamed.
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