Grayslake: More than Mated: Bears Do It Better (Kindle Worlds Novella) (6 page)

Chapter Ten

Misha dug her nails into his arms where he was holding her still as Borys licked the last of her sweet cream. He only thought she smelled sweet before, but it didn’t compare to how sweet she could be until now. Climaxing against his mouth, letting him give her pleasure for the first time in her life, he tasted that cookie sweetness.

The need to mate with her consumed Borys. His bear was growling as much as the man as he did his best not to move too quickly for his virginal mate. Knowing that he would be the only man to ever touch her made both the human and the bear in him want to roar in triumph. Misha truly was going to be his in every way that mattered. He would be the only man who would ever know what it was like to be inside her, which was why he was quickly losing control.

Crawling up her body, he pushed his hips between Misha’s thighs until his cock lay across her wet, sensitive core. Bringing his face down, he then kissed her heatedly, needing her to know how wonderful she had tasted on his lips.

Grabbing her knees, Borys pulled them up higher to wrap her legs around his waist.

This was it. He was about to claim his mate in every way that mattered. By the time he was done, they would belong to each other for the rest of their lives.

Using one hand, he reached down to grab his cock and run the head up and down her slit. His bear wanted him to plunge inside of her, but he couldn’t. This being her first time, he wanted to make sure his mate enjoyed it as much as he knew he was going to.

Now was the time.

She started to wiggle around at the sensation of him teasing her entrance. Pushing the head of his cock against her folds, he felt her heat start to slowly stretch around him. Little by little, he pushed himself into the tight, slick depths, cherishing her gasps of pleasure.

Borys knew that it was inevitable that she would feel a little pain, yet he wanted to make sure she felt more pleasure. Therefore, using his thumb, he circled it around her clit as he worked himself in and out of her, making progress slowly as he thrust a few times to a new depth, before pushing for more.

When he reached the proof of her innocence, he stopped only long enough to kiss her as he pushed through. When Misha had taken all of his cock inside her, he stilled, allowing his mate to stretch comfortably around him.

Pulling his lips away from their kiss, he checked to make sure she was okay, only to get another moan of begging from her.

“Please, Borys, please! Move. You feel so good inside me.”

He felt her pussy pulse all around him as he started to move in and out of her in slow, steady thrusts. He wouldn’t last long; she felt too damn good. That was okay, though. He could tell his mate was on the edge of a second orgasm already, and he was determined to give her that before he let himself plunge into his own pleasure.

Taking his time, he started moving his thumb around her clit in steady circles again until she was thrashing beneath him, sobbing for relief. If only she knew how tight his balls were and what an agony it was for him to hold off, just so he could make sure she was taken care of first.

She felt so fucking good, like coming home, filling the empty places he hadn’t quite realized were there until she walked into his life.

Borys picked up his pace, pulling his hand away so he could bury himself in and out of her while hitting her clit with his pelvis. It didn’t take long before she was squeezing him like a vise, taking him over the edge.

As he felt the first spurt of his come inside of her, Borys leaned down, putting his lips on the skin where her neck met her shoulder, and he bit her there, leaving his mating mark for the world to see.

His mate screamed out with her orgasm, making him roar against her body as they finished together.

Feeling better than he had ever felt in his entire life, Borys pulled his teeth out of her flesh then licked the spot to soothe the pain. His cookie was cooing as he pulled out of her, drawing her into his arms to cuddle, and she was damn near purring like a contented cat. It was an endearing trait since he never thought another bear could purr quite like that. Must have been the ramifications of being raised by cats.

Looking down at Misha, Borys saw her smiling up at him as she pet his chest almost reverently. He couldn’t think of a single thing that could possibly make this moment better.

Chapter Eleven

The next morning, Borys stood sipping from his coffee cup, dressed in nothing but his boxers as he watched his mate, who was dressed in only one of his T-shirts, pour herself a cup of her own coffee. He was having a hard time keeping his mind off her naked body, which he needed to do so he could show her the family photo album he had pulled out.

Turning back to the kitchen island where he had placed the thick book, he opened it and turned to the page of his mother. Then he patiently waited until Misha stood beside him.

Tapping his finger on the page, Borys pointed to the photo. “This is your aunt, Marianna Wisniewski. I’m sorry to tell you that she passed away two years ago.”

His mate quietly sniffled as silent tears slipped from her eyes. Reaching over, Borys used his thumbs to wipe them away. Seeing them only magnified his own pain of missing his mom.

“She would have loved you, cookie. I wish you could have met her.”

Misha looked up from the picture to him. “How do you know she would have liked me at all?”

“I know she would have loved you the moment she met you. That was just the sort of wonderful woman she was.” Flipping the page, he showed her a different picture, one of a couple with a little boy who stood in front of them. “This is the day my dad married your aunt. Best day of my life before I met you, because it was the day she became my mom.”

Misha traced a finger along the lines of her aunt’s face, as if she were trying to memorize them. “How old were you on this day?”

“Five.”

“Do you mind if I ask what happened to your biological mother?”

Borys ran a hand over his hair as painful memories from his past bubbled up. “My mother passed away from medical complications after delivering me. She was the love of my father’s life, though they were not fated mates. Losing her … Well, I can remember, after your aunt married my dad, the people in my old clan told her that losing my mother changed him. I wouldn’t know. All I ever remember of him was that he was angry at the world and liked to take it out on everyone around him.”

His mate sucked in a breath. “Did he hit you, Borys?”

Shaking his head, Borys did his best to explain. “He never hit me or your aunt, but he didn’t pretend to like us, either. There was never a kind word from him or any love shown.” Tapping his finger on the family portrait, he continued, “That’s why your aunt meant the world to me. She mated my dad, and instead of ignoring me because I was a child from a previous relationship like some women would have, she loved me from day one. When she came into my life, I finally learned what it was like to have a loving parent. She played with me, cooked and ate family dinners with me, and even read me bedtime stories. I think it was after she had been living with us for about a week I asked her if I could call her Mom.”

His mate cuddled up next to him, leaning her head on his shoulder. “What did she say?”

Even though he knew she couldn’t see it, Borys couldn’t stop the smile that spread across his face from one of his favorite memories. Hugging his cookie close to his side, he murmured, “Marianna told me that if I called her Mom, it would be the best present anyone had given her in her entire life. She was my mom from that day forward in every sense of the word. You know, cookie, you have the same color hair she did.”

Misha pulled away and ran a nervous hand over her messy hair. “Really?”

Borys leaned in and gave her a kiss on the lips. She was just too damn cute not to. “Yeah, you do. Hey, you know what else you have now that was Marianna’s?”

“What?” she whispered excitedly.

Turning back to the photo album, Borys flipped through the pages until he reached the one near the back that held his mother’s handwritten recipes. Stopping at the first one, he pointed at it. “She said this was her grandmother’s recipe for makowiec, otherwise known as poppy seed cake. Apparently, in Polish tradition, it’s considered good luck to eat this during the holidays.”

He watched as Misha’s hand trembled as she ran her fingers over the plastic cover-protected page. Borys had all of his mother’s recipes laminated after she had died. He had wanted to preserve the things that had meant so much to the woman who had loved him unconditionally.

Misha pulled out of his embrace to face him. “Would you mind if we made one today? I love cooking, and it would be nice to share a recipe from her with you.”

Damn, his mate was as sweet in nature as she was tasty in bed.

Tapping the end of her nose, he gave her a big grin. “Sure can, sweetheart. In fact”—Borys reached over and turned a few pages—“we can try whatever recipe you want. Seems as if having a sweet tooth runs in your family. Mom has quite a few Polish dessert recipes. Just pick one out, and I’ll go get what you need from the store.”

Misha squealed in delight as she started looking over the different recipes. “What should we make first?”

He let his eyes drift down the ample curves of his mate’s ass as she bounced up and down in excitement. Letting out a groan, his cock hardened as a different sort of hunger took over him again.

Reaching out, Borys slipped his hands underneath the oversized shirt she wore and gripped her hips. Scooting in close so her backside was tucked in tight to his front, he kissed the side of her neck. “How about we make something else for a while, cookie? I want another taste of you.”

Misha giggled as he ran his hands up the front of her body until he was massaging both of her breasts. Pinned between him and the kitchen island, she leaned forward enough to brace herself with her hands on the countertop, which pushed her ass into his groin. Damn, he loved this woman’s curves.

She moaned as he gently pinched her nipples then reached back with one of her hands to grab his cock through his boxers. “I want to feel you inside of me again, mate. Prove to me bears do it better every time.”

Hell, the woman didn’t have to ask him twice. Borys let go of one of her breasts to reach down and push his boxers down his legs. Once they were puddled around his feet, he kicked them off to the side. Then he reached over, grabbed the hem of her shirt, and ripped it off over her head as she squealed at the quick move.

Running his hands down her back, he gently pushed her forward until her upper body was on the countertop in front of her.

He was just about to grab both cheeks of her ass, when suddenly, his doorbell rang, and his perfect moment was shattered.

Damn it all to hell!

Roaring in frustration, Borys told his cookie to cover up so he could scare whoever it was away. Then, stalking to his front door buck ass naked, he didn’t even care that he was about to give someone a superior show of all of his glory. Shifters weren’t exactly modest, and whoever this was at his front door was intruding on his time with his mate, and he was going to let them know it.

Flinging his door open, he took one look at the person standing on the other side of it and roared again in rage. The small, human man who had bugged him earlier was trembling in fear as he scanned Borys’s naked body up and down in surprise.

Stuttering, he said, “I-I c-can see I’ve come b-back at a bad time. I’m s-s-so sorry, Mr. Anderson. If you c-could just please sign this piece of paper con-confirming your name and address, I p-promise to go away and leav—”

Borys tuned out the rest of what the man said as he reached over to the side, grabbed the fifty-pound bag of fertilizer he had left on his porch, ripped open the top of the bag, and then dumped all the manure onto the human’s head for being such a pain in the ass.

The man shrieked in horror when he figured out he was literally being covered in shit and ran away, slipping and sliding down Borys’s walkway on the fertilizer that now coated him from head to toe.

When the man reached the street where his car was parked, Borys yelled out to him, “Remember, it’s Borys with a Y, asshole. Don’t ever come back!”

Slamming his front door, Borys stalked back to the kitchen where his mate was waiting for him, now sitting on top of the kitchen island. Once he got there, she glanced over at him, took one look at the aggravated look on his face, and arched an eyebrow.

“Is everything okay? You roared loud enough for my relatives to hear you in Russia.”

Closing the space between them, he ran his hands over her bare legs, pushing them apart so he could step between them. “Nothing for you to worry your pretty, little head about, cookie. Just had to get rid of some shit. Now, where were we?”

The sound of his mate’s laughter as he started to playfully nip and bite down her neck was sweeter than any dessert his mother had ever made him. It seemed as though he had a sweet tooth for his mate, and that was A-okay with him.

Chapter Twelve

One month later…

Misha used a box cutter to open one of the twenty boxes the delivery man had just dropped off at her new house. She was officially moving in with Borys. Her family back in Russia had packed up her things and shipped them to her here. Although, she would admit that it hadn’t been all that willingly.

No, the Vasiliev tigers had hissed, growled, and yowled over the many phone calls they had made her endure as they tried to talk her into coming back to the “homeland.” It would be an understatement to say that her adopted family was having a hard time accepting the fact that Misha had met her fated mate an ocean and continent away.

They had promised to take her into Moscow to find another bear if that was what she wanted. She had told them no. Then they promised her a whole harem of male bears if she would come home. Misha had no idea exactly how those crazy cats thought they could hold a harem of bears captive for her, but she was also smart enough not to ask. Instead, she had just given them the answer of no again.

After more insane promises of a castle for a house, a small army of bear mates, all the honeyed salmon she could eat, and other ridiculous things, she had hung up on them and decided she would need some help getting her things. Therefore, she had called her Aunt Arina over to Borys’s house and had begged her for help.

Her aunt hadn’t given in to her pleas easily. While she would now admit that she thought Borys was “not such a Boo-Boo of a bear,” she still was not happy that Misha would not go back to Russia. She was especially not happy about Misha “abandoning her to deal with that super Boo-Boo Paxton.” Misha tried to defend herself by saying she had not abandoned Arina. Borys had even offered her the chance to stay with them at his house, but Arina had told them she would rather stay at the bed and breakfast than listen to them making their “disturbing bear love.”

It took approximately one hour of giving Arina sad looks while bribing her with one of the many homemade sweets she had in the kitchen, but Misha finally got her aunt to call their overly paranoid yet extremely loving family in Russia to accept the truth.

Misha had two homes now. One with Borys, and one in Russia with the tigers.

Looking over at her mate, who was helping her unpack the many boxes, Misha lifted one of the traditional wooden nesting dolls she had been given one year for her birthday and showed it to Borys.

“Where should I put this, love?”

He looked over at the doll in her hand, and his eyes bugged out. “What the fuck is that, woman?”

Misha stifled her laugh and shook the tiger-decorated doll at him. “This is a matryoshka doll. My family gave me one for my birthday every year for five years straight when I was a little girl.”

“And they’re all painted as tigers, I’m guessing?” he asked her warily.

She nodded back enthusiastically. “Yes! They were specially made just for me. This one is painted to represent my adopted great-grandmother. I also have ones for Arina, my favorite uncle, a cousin, and Arina’s mother. Isn’t it adorable?” Misha knew it was downright cruel to figuratively poke at her bear this way, but she just couldn’t help herself. Her mate was so cute when he got himself all wound up.

Looking around his house, he then turned back to her and asked, “Our whole house is not going to be decorated in tigers, is it, cookie? I know you love them all, but a man can only take so many stripes in his den.”

She shook her head. “Noooo. Not the
whole
house, Borys. I would never do that to you.”

A relieved smile spread across his face. “Good. You can put that anywhere you want, sweetheart. This is your home now, too, and I want you to be happy in it.”

Misha adored the man who bent over backward, day in and day out, to make her comfortable in his home, but she just couldn’t resist poking at his bear one more time.

“Thank you, Borys!” Jumping up from her spot, she walked over to the bookshelf in the living room and placed the doll on an empty spot on one of the shelves. Then, looking back at her mate, she caught him staring at her and blew him an air kiss.

“Don’t you worry, my big, bad bear; I won’t decorate the whole house in tiger stripes … just half of it! I’ve even got a tiger striped blanket to drape over the couch!”

Misha winked at him when he roared in irritation at her. Once he jumped up and lunged for her, she ran for the bedroom, laughing the entire way, hoping that once Borys “caught” her there, he would show her exactly how he thought bears did everything better again.

She couldn’t seem to get enough of his attempts to prove that to her. Maybe one day, twenty years from now, she might admit to him that she now believed bears really did do it better.