Page 46 of Trusting Her Bear
“Do it. Shower my hand with your come.” The waves roll over me again, this time even more powerful than before. “Yes, Little Cub.”
“Oh, Daddy,” I whimper.
“Fuck.” His bear fills his eyes, and he leans forward. “Move your nightgown,” he says. “Hold it under your breasts.”
I desperately try to do as he asks with unsteady hands, knowing why and eager to see him come on me.
“Daddy,” I sob, barely getting it out of the way before he comes. His hand jerks, the warmth hitting my stomach. He growls through his gritted teeth as he covers me.
“Holy fuck.” He drops back, pulling his fingers out of me, and replaces his other hand with them. He slowly strokes, covering himself with my come. “Beautiful.”
I’m wrecked. My mate wrecked me with two orgasms, his come on my stomach, and the gorgeous view of him coming undone. He hasn’t even fucked me yet. I’m not sure I can survive it—I might pass out the minute he gets his cock inside me.
I lay on the floor of my closet, spent, satisfied, and in shock from the intensity of our time together. I didn’t think I could be more satisfied, but he proves me wrong. He moves again, placing the hand he used on me on my stomach. I hold my breath while he rubs his come into my skin.
He’s marking me. His scent is all over my skin. The closet is covered in our combined scent.
He looks up, his eyes burning. “Open,” he commands.
I open my mouth. He brings his finger to my lips, hesitating, but must see the permission and need in my eyes and continues. I suck. Tasting him. Tasting me. Together.
He slowly drags his finger out and over my lip as he sits back.
“Good. Fucking. Little Cub,” he rumbles. He pulls down my nightgown. “Sleep with my scent on you,” he instructs. “Do you have to use the bathroom?”
“Yes.”
He nods.
“Come back quickly,” he continues to boss.
I stumble to the bathroom in a daze. My legs are jelly, and I’m thankful to sit for a moment. As I wash my hands, I glance up and notice my silly grin.
How long has it been since I’ve smiled like that?
I don’t dwell on it and leave the bathroom, hurrying back to my mate.
“I’ll be right back,” he says.
I watch him walk away, enjoying the play of his muscles as he moves.
I want to uncover everything about Quinn but I won’t push him. It’s hard to believe we have only known each other for a couple of days. I am surprised how at ease I am with him already. I know the bond is at work, and it’s pushing us to be together.
“Ready to sleep, Little Cub?” Quinn crawls beside me.
“Yes, Daddy,” I respond, the name rolling off my tongue naturally.
“Thank you,” he whispers. “I’m pleased you chose to call me that.” He adjusts me under the covers before covering half my body with his and pulling the blankets over. He cups my throat and kisses my forehead. “I will strive to be a good Daddy.”
I close my eyes, at peace, knowing my daddy will protect me through the night.
Chapter Ten
Stephanie
Isip the coffee my mate made for me at my little kitchen table, still in a daze. I woke in the same position I fell asleep, hot from Quinn’s body.
He grumbled at my insistence on showering. A girl had limits. He had to go to work and I refused to walk around all day with his come covering me. He got over it when I initiated a good morning kiss even though I hadn’t brushed my teeth. He was reluctant to leave but seemed to have other things on his mind. His phone kept buzzing, and each time, he glowered at it. I needed to look more at the bakery, which I hadn’t explored much yet, and get the office in order.