What in god’s name is happening to me?
“Nadia?” he snapped, and I shook my head, knowing good and well I would not answer.
He sighed, leaving the door briefly and coming back.
Bear shoved a piece of paper and a pen under the door. “Tell me what you are doing in there right now. What is wrong?”
I stepped forward and wrote the only reply I could think of:I’m pooping.
I shoved it under the door before I could take it back. That was sonot sexy,and it would give him reason to leave me alone for a while so I could, I don’t know, give me some time to cool down. “You wouldn’t be telling me a lie, would you, Nadia?” Bear growled. The sensation caused my spine to shiver, and I instinctively fell back onto the carpet. “Open the door, little bee.”
He shoved the paper back under the door, and I wrote on it quickly.I’ll be out in a minute.
Bear grunted, and I heard big, heavy footsteps walk away from the door. I sighed, grateful for his departure, but instead of my body calming down, the throb between my legs was still there.
I was slightly disappointed he didn’t knock down the door. I should be grateful that he didn’t, but with Bear’s protective instincts, I thought he just might do it, anyway. I stayed sitting on the floor, my legs slightly spread and my back leaning against the tub.
I’d never been turned on and didn’t want to lose it. Didn’t want to miss the opportunity to feel what an orgasm felt like, and the idea of Bear being somewhere in the cabin was… erotic.
Being asexual crossed my mind several times over the years, but now I was excited that I wasn’t. I was excited to explore this part of myself, and I wasn’t going to let it go. Not since I came across Bear.
I just needed inspiration. The big, bulky male who was way overbearing with a commanding voice that, with enough coaxing, could make me come on the spot.
My fingers sunk under the waistband, trailing between my untrimmed hair. I winced. I really hoped there was a razor somewhere in here for later. Lower I went, and I immediately found how damp I was, and soon enough, my fingers were coated in my arousal, and my clit was already begging to be stroked.
I gasped, rubbing the pad of my middle finger against my swollen clit that sat there. I dipped my finger lower, gathering more of my wetness, and continued to rub it in circles.
It felt sogood.My toes curled, my back arched, and I got the great idea to have my other hand reach under my shirt to pinch my nipple. I bit my lip hard, breaking the skin to keep my whimpers at bay.
I must be quiet, not make a sound.
As I reminisced about Bear, the image of his massive frame with no shirt and only the sweatpants he had on last night flooded my mind. I could almost feel the warmth emanating from his body, and my eyes lingered on every curve and bulge. The sight of him was pure ecstasy, and my hands were itching to explore every inch of his skin, to feel the texture of his muscles and the heat of his flesh. I could smell his masculine scent, a mixture of sweat and cologne that made my pulse quicken and my heart race. Oh, how I longed to be near him once more, to bask in the glory of his presence and revel in the sensation of his touch.
What would I have done if he had come closer to me? His gigantic form straddling me over the bed, his hand cupping what little breast I had and kissing me down my neck?
I swirled my finger around my clit, every so often dipping into the hole shallowly. I flicked my clit quickly, and a rolling wave began to build inside my body. Further and further the wave built inside me, growing into a roaring tsunami. I pinched my nipple harder and harder, ready to pull it as soon as I reached the crest of the wave. Once I reached the top, so close to falling over and landing in the exotic waters below, the door burst open, and Bear stood in front of me, his eyes completely black, his breath heaving. He holds a doorknob in one hand and a screwdriver in the other.
I was too stunned to speak; too many emotions swirling around me.
I didn’t know which emotion was more prominent. The frustration from not coming, the anger he opened the door, or the humiliation that I still had my hands on the most intimate parts of my body.
I pulled my hands away from my private areas and narrowed my eyes at him. “Bad!” I whispered and pointed.
Chapter Twelve
Bear
IsworetomyselfI was going to be good while I nursed my mate back to health. It was proving difficult seeing her wear my clothing. When she sat at the kitchen table, I did my best to keep the air filled with the smells of our dinner and my one-sided conversation.
I was never good at talking, but obviously the Goddess was testing me.
My cock suddenly rose with newfound vigor, pulsating against the constraints of my denim jeans. The pressure was unbearable, so I turned away from her as I busied myself with cooking. I tried to talk about my home, how I built it with my hands to impress her with my strength and skill. I wanted to prove to her that I was worthy of providing the perfect den for her and our cubs.
I fought the urge to sneak glances at her donning my oversized shirt that draped down to her knees. My scent, my clothing, it was on her body.
My grizzly was purring in delight at the thought of taking the shirt back just to see her naked body. He hadn’t seen her yet like I had, but it was purely to dress her and not in any sexual way.
As I put the rest of the ingredients into the pot and stirred, a smell that should not have infiltrated the kitchen filled my lungs. The scent of blackberry notes with hints of honey and sunshine wafted over the thick, heady scent of tomatoes easily. It was like a warm summer’s day, the golden aroma coating the back of my throat the more I breathed it in. I wanted to taste it on my tongue and savor every drop, let it linger in my mouth until I had received my fill.
