Free Bear Exposure (Highland Brothers 3) by Meredith Clarke, Ally Summers Page A

look beautiful. I have to capture this.”
    He twisted the lens into focus, and snapped a photo of Presley. Her hair loose on her bare shoulder. The firelight glowing against her skin. Her body soft and curvy with his cubs. The quilt covering her with patchwork squares of color.
    “Are you going to show these to anyone?” she asked.
    He walked in front of her, clicking the shutter release again.
    “No. These are for me. I don’t want to forget the way you look right now.” He loved how her hair looked like honey. Her cheeks were rosey. She was gorgeous.
    She grinned. “Then if they are just for you…” She threw the quilt on the floor.
    His bear growled. “Presley.”
    She crawled toward him on the couch. “Striker, I’m yours. The night you found me in the car sealed that. I’ve been bare and exposed since you carried me through that front door.”
    She looked over her shoulder and he snapped another photo. Her breasts bobbing, beautiful and pink.
    “And the pack could have taken me somewhere dark. Somewhere I never would have escaped from.”
    She ran her tongue over her lips, tilting her hips upward. He advanced the film and then quickly snapped a picture of her round, voluptuous bottom.
    He was getting harder with each click of the camera.
    “But you saved me. You protected me. No one’s ever tried to keep me safe before.” She sat forward on her heels, cupping her breasts and rubbing them with her palms, eyeing him with mischief.
    His cock jerked to life, but he zoomed in, capturing the sensuality of the pose.
    “And no one has ever given me what you have.” She laid back on the couch, one knee drifting to the side. “I’ve never had family, Striker. I’ve never belonged anywhere.” She arched her tits toward the ceiling.
    He licked his lips, craving them in his mouth, but knowing she was giving him a precious gift. He pressed the shutter button, admiring the way her back curved.
    Her hand splayed across her stomach. “But now you’ve given me them.”
    She looked directly in the lens and his heart almost stopped. The want for her. The ache. The love. The pure animal desire to tell her what she was doing to him.
    He groaned as he took another picture. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
    She rolled on her stomach, and he knew then it was over. His bear needed her. All of her. He tossed the camera on the floor.
    Presley giggled as he pounced on top of her.
    “What about the photo shoot?” she squealed.
    “There’s something you’re going to have to learn about my bear, baby,” he moaned against her neck.
    “What’s that?” She wiggled against his erection into a seated position.
    He felt the wet heat between her legs.
    “He wants you all the time.”
    She sank onto him, sliding over him with sudden fire.
    “Tell your bear I want him too.”
    She began riding him, while his hands cupped her breasts, bouncing into his palms. He pinched her nipples between his fingers and she moaned his name.
    “Oh, Striker. Fuck me, baby.”
    He gripped her hips, slamming her harder on his cock.
    When he knew his release was near he pulled her tightly to his chest, feeling the heat of her back align with his body as he pulsed and throbbed deep inside her. Her head rested on his shoulder.
    “Is this how the snowstorm is going to go?” she asked.
    He nipped at her neck. “I think so. But we’ll take food breaks.”
    She laughed. “I am starving.”
    He ran his palms over her thighs.
    “Can we stay here forever?” she asked.
    He smiled. “As long as you want.”
    “It’s real? Everything is real?”
    He kissed the back of her head. “Completely.”
    She sighed. “Can I ask you something else?”
    “Anything. You’re my mate. There is nothing but the truth between us.”
    “I think I like that.” Her hands wrapped behind her, rubbing his back. “When did you know I was your mate?”
    Striker paused. “The second I saw your face and held you in my arms. My bear knew you were the one. It was