Free Wild Bear by Terry Bolryder Page A

him inside her the best, and that suited him fine. It was the only thing that made the bear in him stop screaming that he hadn’t fully claimed his mate yet.
    In order for it to be final with a human, he had to show her his bear form and have her accept it. And since all she wanted was flings with him, he didn’t know when he’d have the chance to do that.
    But these moments were precious, and at least in bed, her body was honest. She wanted him. She liked him. And she saw his eyes searching for him whenever he entered the lodge during the day.
    He’d kept up shaving because she liked it. Kept up with dressing well.
    He didn’t know what she wanted from him. He didn’t have feelings like regular humans. He was ready to give the world for her, stay with her forever, protect her young and give her a home.
    But love? That wasn’t something he even understood the meaning of. That was about as human a concept as one could get, and even for Harmony, he couldn’t ever see himself being the type to recite mushy poems or do things men in love did.
    No. She was his fated mate, but he didn’t have those kinds of feelings for her. He was a bear. She was his. It was that simple. Anything else was out of bounds.
    He pulled all the way out, teasing his tip at her wet entrance. Her mouth opened, gasping, and then he drove in again, filling her to the hilt.
    She felt so good around him, her wet heat clenching him on all sides. Nothing would ever feel like this again.
    A part of him was afraid that at the end of the week, she would leave him.
    But his plan with the sex had been to show her just what she’d be missing. To get her addicted to the wild, sticky things that were so good between them.
    She’d already orgasmed at least a dozen times tonight. In his mouth, in his hands, on his dick. Each time they came together was better than the last.
    He felt her getting close and increased his speed, driving into her as she cried out and convulsed around him.
    He looked down at her, so beautiful, her dark curls framing her face like a halo, her voice like a song as she called his name. Her breasts rising and falling with her breaths, her soft stomach under his wide hands as he stroked her.
    She was perfect in every way, and he felt his soul call out to her.
    Mate. Mate. Mate.
    But he kept his mouth shut. He didn’t say mine. He just kept driving, mindlessly, wanting her to orgasm again and again. But she was tiring.
    Her breaths were rapid, shallow, and her nails dug into him less viciously. “Maverick, you’re driving me crazy,” she said.
    “Good,” he said. Then she couldn’t leave. He wanted her to feel an ache inside her every time she thought of him if she dared entertain the thought of leaving.
    He was watching her always. Even during the days when they weren’t together, his eyes followed her any chance he got. Especially if she didn’t know he was around.
    She was his female, and he didn’t see how this couldn’t be enough for her. Soon, they would have a house built however she wanted it. He wouldn’t let any other males near her. She’d be safe. And happy. And he could even help her find a way to record an album or something. He had money that his dad had left him, plus years of savings from working the ranch.
    But somehow, he knew even if he offered all of that, it wouldn’t be enough for her.
    She wanted more. Things he couldn’t give her. And the thought drove him crazy, made him frown as he went deep inside her and she came around him, gripping him hard and finally drawing his release out of him.
    When they were both gasping, finished and replete, he gathered her against him. He could almost feel the bear in him purring, if that were possible.
    “Dammit,” she said, still breathless. He could feel her heart hammering behind her ribs. Would it hammer like that for anyone else? He didn’t think so. “You really are a wild animal.”
    “Sweetheart, you have no idea,” he said, kissing the top of her