Free Her Bear for Life (BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance) (Second Chance Shifters) by Meredith Clarke
Authors: Meredith Clarke
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That’s what Drake was doing: moving them forward.
He’d already contacted a moving company to pack Mia’s things in New York and have them shipped here, and even though she’d already agreed to marry him, Drake was ready to make things official.
No more waiting.
He wanted Mia to be his wife, and he wanted to start a family.
Now.
There were roses and lit candles throughout the room, and the ring he’d bought was in the pocket of his jeans, which were the only piece of clothing that he had on.
“Drake?” he heard Mia call from downstairs. “I’m home.”
He heard her movements, then the intake of her breath when she noticed the rose petals leading through the living room and up the stairs. Drake’s heart pounded in anticipation as Mia walked up, then he grinned broadly when she appeared in the doorway, as beautiful as ever.
Her long, dark hair was in a braid down her back, and she was wearing jeans with a flowery top and sandals. Mia’s beautiful eyes widened, and her bee stung lips opened in surprise as she took him in, her eyes raking over his bare chest and stopping when she saw the tattoo of her mark on his chest.
“What’s all this?” she breathed, then began to walk slowly toward him.
“This is the beginning of the rest of our lives together,” Drake said, his voice strong and sure as he lowered to one knee before her. Pulling the box from his pocket, he opened it and presented the ring to Mia.
She gasped, her hands covering her mouth as her eyes filled.
“The marks on our skin prove that we’ve claimed each other, and that you’re my mate for life, but now I want the world to know that you’re mine. I want you in my home, in my bed, and on my arm for the rest of our time on this earth. Marry me, Mia, make babies with me. Make me the happiest man on the planet.”
“You already know I will,” she responded, with a catch in her throat.
“Let’s make it official,” he said and took her hand in his. Pulling the ring out of the box, he slid it over her finger until it was snugly in place. Right where it belonged.
Mia leaned down and kissed him soundly, her hands coming to rest on his shoulders as she opened for him.
Drake’s hands slid up her legs until they cupped her rounded ass, squeezing them tightly as his tongue swept through her mouth. He rose swiftly, taking her with him and laid her on the bed, not missing a beat as he lowered his body over hers and rocked against her. He was already hard and full of need, and when Mia moaned in his mouth when his cock rubbed against her clit, he knew she was as turned on as he was. Her desire was already filling the air.
Eager to feel her silky skin against his naked chest, Drake made quick work of removing her top and bra, pausing when he felt the tip of her finger gently outlining his tattoo.
“I love this,” Mia said softly, her eyes full of love.
Drake filled his hands with her ample breasts, his eyes on her as his thumbs brushed across her taut nipples, so he could watch the flush run over her skin.
So sexy, his Mia, and always so ready to mate with him.
Suddenly he needed everything—to touch her, taste her, feel her.
His hands and lips were everywhere. Drake sucked her nipples between his lips, his teeth nipping lightly as his fingers undid the button and unzipped her jeans. Mia wiggled beneath him, as eager to feel his touch as he was to touch her, and managed to push her jeans and panties down far enough to give his hand access to the place they both wanted it most.
Her pussy was velvety soft as his fingers found her, and Drake loved the sounds she made when he slid his fingers inside, her back arching and pushing her breast deeper in to his mouth.
“I need you,” she whimpered.
“What do you need? Tell me.”
“You, your cock… I want it inside me. Filling me. Please.”
Drake jumped up, pulling off his jeans in record time, and watched as she tore hers off and eased back on to his bed, ready for
That’s what Drake was doing: moving them forward.
He’d already contacted a moving company to pack Mia’s things in New York and have them shipped here, and even though she’d already agreed to marry him, Drake was ready to make things official.
No more waiting.
He wanted Mia to be his wife, and he wanted to start a family.
Now.
There were roses and lit candles throughout the room, and the ring he’d bought was in the pocket of his jeans, which were the only piece of clothing that he had on.
“Drake?” he heard Mia call from downstairs. “I’m home.”
He heard her movements, then the intake of her breath when she noticed the rose petals leading through the living room and up the stairs. Drake’s heart pounded in anticipation as Mia walked up, then he grinned broadly when she appeared in the doorway, as beautiful as ever.
Her long, dark hair was in a braid down her back, and she was wearing jeans with a flowery top and sandals. Mia’s beautiful eyes widened, and her bee stung lips opened in surprise as she took him in, her eyes raking over his bare chest and stopping when she saw the tattoo of her mark on his chest.
“What’s all this?” she breathed, then began to walk slowly toward him.
“This is the beginning of the rest of our lives together,” Drake said, his voice strong and sure as he lowered to one knee before her. Pulling the box from his pocket, he opened it and presented the ring to Mia.
She gasped, her hands covering her mouth as her eyes filled.
“The marks on our skin prove that we’ve claimed each other, and that you’re my mate for life, but now I want the world to know that you’re mine. I want you in my home, in my bed, and on my arm for the rest of our time on this earth. Marry me, Mia, make babies with me. Make me the happiest man on the planet.”
“You already know I will,” she responded, with a catch in her throat.
“Let’s make it official,” he said and took her hand in his. Pulling the ring out of the box, he slid it over her finger until it was snugly in place. Right where it belonged.
Mia leaned down and kissed him soundly, her hands coming to rest on his shoulders as she opened for him.
Drake’s hands slid up her legs until they cupped her rounded ass, squeezing them tightly as his tongue swept through her mouth. He rose swiftly, taking her with him and laid her on the bed, not missing a beat as he lowered his body over hers and rocked against her. He was already hard and full of need, and when Mia moaned in his mouth when his cock rubbed against her clit, he knew she was as turned on as he was. Her desire was already filling the air.
Eager to feel her silky skin against his naked chest, Drake made quick work of removing her top and bra, pausing when he felt the tip of her finger gently outlining his tattoo.
“I love this,” Mia said softly, her eyes full of love.
Drake filled his hands with her ample breasts, his eyes on her as his thumbs brushed across her taut nipples, so he could watch the flush run over her skin.
So sexy, his Mia, and always so ready to mate with him.
Suddenly he needed everything—to touch her, taste her, feel her.
His hands and lips were everywhere. Drake sucked her nipples between his lips, his teeth nipping lightly as his fingers undid the button and unzipped her jeans. Mia wiggled beneath him, as eager to feel his touch as he was to touch her, and managed to push her jeans and panties down far enough to give his hand access to the place they both wanted it most.
Her pussy was velvety soft as his fingers found her, and Drake loved the sounds she made when he slid his fingers inside, her back arching and pushing her breast deeper in to his mouth.
“I need you,” she whimpered.
“What do you need? Tell me.”
“You, your cock… I want it inside me. Filling me. Please.”
Drake jumped up, pulling off his jeans in record time, and watched as she tore hers off and eased back on to his bed, ready for