Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 99(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 99(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
This is going to hurt. But it will only last a second.
I pull her down onto me, thrusting up into her warm pussy as I sink my teeth into her neck.
She cries out as my canines penetrate her flesh, clinging to me as I make her mine. Her body erupts with another orgasm as I transfer my mark onto her, that sweet pussy squeezing and pulsating around my cock.
Finally, I release her, sliding my teeth out and kissing the drops of blood away. The healing properties in my saliva will close those puncture wounds almost immediately. And her orgasm is distracting her from the pain.
I lean back and look at my mark on her. I’ve never seen anything so sexy.
She keeps riding my hard cock, that beautiful dark hair bouncing on her shoulders. I’m looking like a monster right now, stuck mid-phase, but it doesn’t seem to bother her in the slightest. Seeing that total acceptance of me makes me love her even more.
I grab her and pull her onto the bed, arching over her in the missionary position as my bear slinks back down and my body returns to normal. She cries out as I fuck her like a savage beast, thrusting in and out at a merciless pace. My orgasm comes out of nowhere, slamming into me hard and making me cry out in a primal roar.
I hold my cock deep inside her as my cum surges out, coating her pussy, then heading straight for her womb.
I’m shaking and breathing heavily when I finally pull out and drop onto my back. She cuddles up beside me, running her fingers through my chest hair while she makes the most satisfied little noises.
My grizzly grumbles in satisfaction. He got what he wanted for Christmas.
Our mate.
Our mark on her.
A positive future we can both be optimistic about.
I never believed in Christmas miracles, but Veronica is proof of them.
I’ll never forget that.
Ever.
CHAPTER NINE
Boone
Inever thought I’d be standing on a stranger’s porch on Christmas afternoon holding a bag of presents and a tin of gingerbread cookies while wearing a clean shirt. A clean shirt I actually ironed.
The wildest part is… There’s a smile on my face.
The old Boone would have thrown himself off a mountain before doing something like this. But I can’t wait to meet Veronica’s parents. They’re a part of her, which means, they’re a part of me.
“Are you nervous?” she asks, looking up at me with those gorgeous blue eyes. My mark is on her neck and the sight of it just makes my chest glow with warmth and pride.
“A little,” I say. “Are you?”
She shrugs her slim shoulders. “A little.”
With a deep breath, she opens the door. “Hello!” she calls out.
They all come running.
“Merry Christmas!” her mother says, grabbing our bags of presents and the gingerbread cookies. “Come in, come in!”
I know it’s her mother right away. She has that same easy smile and the same blue eyes. Her father comes around the corner, a little taken aback when he sees the size of me.
That’s okay. I get that a lot.
He recovers quickly though and shakes my head. “You must be Boone.”
“I am,” I say in a firm tone. “Thank you for having me.”
He takes our coats as more people come over—aunts, uncles, kids of all ages, even a young mom holding a baby. They’re all checking me out, trying to get a read on Veronica’s new man. I’m the only one she’s ever brought home, so I’m causing quite the stir of curiosity.
Her mom hands the stuff over to someone and then gives Veronica a big mama bear hug.
I suck in a breath when she hugs me next, stiffening as she pulls me into her welcoming arms. I freeze for half a second, then awkwardly pat her back. No one hugs me. Ever.
It’s… kind of nice.
Veronica watches me, trying not to laugh as everyone surges forward, welcoming me into the family and taking their turn getting a handshake or a hug.
These are good people. I can already tell.
I’m immediately absorbed into the chaos and introduced to two dozen people whose names I won’t remember but whose smiles warm me up and make me feel part of something greater than myself, my bear, and my secluded mountain.
My grizzly is thrilled as he takes in all of the scents as we walk into the house. He loves being around people and happiness. I’m finally giving the bubbly bear a Christmas he deserves.
Enjoy it, buddy, I tell him. Merry Christmas.
If he could hug me too, he would.
The adorable house is packed with people everywhere and it’s decorated so beautifully with a towering Christmas tree loaded with gifts at the bottom. It looks straight out of a movie.
All the laughter and music and conversations going on around me… It should make me want to bolt straight out the window and run back into the woods.