Grayslake: More than Mated: Growling For Mine (Kindle Worlds Novella) (4 page)

Chapter 9 *Bleu*

I watch Lola as she works on her laptop, clicking away at a speed that can’t be human. Her eyes are trained on the screen in concentration. I let out a growl, perturbed that she can’t seem to take her eyes away from it. The sound makes her eyes come to me as a smile pulls at her lips. My growl stops instantly once I have her attention on me, and she just shakes her head and goes back to clicking away.

I’ve never had a jealous moment in my life. I’ve seen other mated shifters get jealous when other males get too close to their mates, but I seem to get jealous of everything when it comes to Lola. I want her attention on me. Maybe I’d let myself go too long being alone and now I want to soak up every moment of having a mate.

“The wireless modem will be here tomorrow,” she reminds me for the third time this week.

When she’d told me she ran an online business doing graphics for brochures and making business cards, I made sure she had whatever she needed to keep doing that.

I was just thankful that she did something that would keep her at home with me. Locked away in our cabin. I’d never been so happy to have a cabin out in the middle of nowhere before. I thought I enjoyed isolation before, but now I fucking love it.

I wasn't too happy when a man came to install the internet she needed. He had beady eyes and kept looking at my Lola. She’d just rolled her eyes at me when I growled at him. Lucky for me, she seems to think my jealousy and protectiveness over her are cute. Even after I made her wait in the bathroom until he was gone.

Over the past few weeks I’ve learned more and more about her. She has shitty parents. Every time I think about it, I want to track them down and rip them apart with my bare hands. Someone like Lola should be cherished and taken care of. I will gladly take that place, even if she gives me a heart attack with her clumsiness at times.

She wants a family that cares about each other, and I will give her that. I’ll prove to her that I will give her everything so she’ll never leave me.

“Don’t you have work to do?”

I grunt my response. I do. I took her to town last weekend to meet Ty and some of the townspeople. I dropped off some orders and picked up a few more, but I can’t seem to pull myself away from the house.

I know I’m going to have to start to let loose a little, but the thought of something happening to her because I wasn’t around to make sure she was okay scares the ever-loving shit out of me. I couldn’t go back to the life I had before. Odd how I relished that life weeks ago, but now the idea would be my worst nightmare.

I love her, but Lola is damn clumsy. Just today I stopped her from walking into the door, and then she tripped over nothing. Nothing. Just fell right over her own feet. I’m starting to think I was made to be a shifter just so I’m fast enough to keep her little ass safe.

I growled at her when I caught her from hitting the floor. She just shrugged it off like it was no big deal. “Must have been daydreaming about you,” she’d said.

“I’ll do it after your device comes tomorrow. Have you—”

She cuts me off, already knowing what I’m going to ask. “Yes, I checked the tracking and it will be here tomorrow. We just have to go to the post office in town.”

I don’t know what a wireless modem is. I just know it means she can move her work area out to the barn where I do all my wood carving. Then I can keep her near me.

“Come here,” she says, eyes still trained on the computer.

I’m instantly on my feet moving towards her. I’d had her in my lap while she worked, but she’d made me put her down because I couldn’t stop touching and licking her, which led to us on the floor or back in the bed.

I should feel guilty. Her body is so little, and I just keep pinning her down and taking her. I can’t seem to get enough of my scent on her.

I look over her shoulder to a screen that reads,
Wooded Designs
. I see pictures of different things I’ve made, some from the house, some I’d shown her out in the barn, and some I took to town.

“Now people can just place orders online and even send requests.” She clicks through more pages, showing me.

“You made this for me?” I feel a little guilty that I’ve been growling at her looking at her laptop when this whole time she’d been doing something for me.

She beams up at me. “Yes. You like it? I’ll keep track of everything for you. All you have to do is make the stuff and tell me project dates and things.” The smile lights up her whole face.

Just like that, she makes me lose control. I can’t stop myself from picking her up and molding my mouth to hers. Her legs come around my waist as I pushed my tongue inside her mouth.

I hold her tightly to me, wanting to feel every curve of her body. I push her back against the wall, and I can tell by the smell of her desire that she’s ready for me. It fills the air, making my nostrils flare and my hunger to be inside of her uncontrollable.

I need inside her. Now.

Reaching between us, I free my cock, yanking her shirt up roughly. I pull the panties she has on to the side and slide right into her. Her little body is always ready to take me. Her legs always parting to give us what we both need.

I growl into her mouth as I plunge in and out of her. My tongue matches the movements. Her fist-tight pussy grips me in a possessive hold. I start moving faster, pounding deep into her cervix with each hard thrust. I want to fill her there. The pleasure is almost more than I can take. I want to get lost and to let myself go over the edge, but I want to watch her go first.

When I feel her contract around me, I pull my mouth from her, wanting to hear the sounds of her pleasure as she cums while I drive in and out of her.

She screams my name, her body jerking under mine, but I don’t stop. I want another one. Her eyes start to fall closed, her lush lips parting. I bend a little, nipping her at my mate mark, making her jerk away.

“Another,” I demand.

“I don’t think I can.”

I growl, knowing I’ll get it. I wonder how many times I can make her cum before I do.

Chapter 10 *Lola*

We’ve fallen into a comfortable rhythm, Bleu and I. It’s been a little over a month since he saved me, and it’s been the most wonderful time of my life. Every morning I wake up wrapped in his arms, and we spend our days side by side. I sit at the desk he made me in his woodworking shop and take care of our businesses. I answer his emails and try to put requests on the books, but he fills up so fast now.

“You’ve got three more requests for the sweetheart bench.”

I smile at him over the laptop and he grunts as he goes back to what he was doing. He made us a bench to cuddle on for the front porch, and I posted a picture of it online. But as soon as the first request came in for one, he said no. That was meant for me, and no one else would have it. I have the picture on the website showing his craftsmanship, but people keep trying to buy it.

Checking my emails, I sort through the junk and follow up with clients. When the email I’ve been waiting on pops up, I start to smile but bite my lip to keep from doing so.

“Bleu, I’m getting kind of hungry.”

It’s all I have to say and he pops up from what he’s doing and walks towards the house without a word. It’s kind of funny how he does that, but I can’t help but love it. All I have to do is mention one little thing about wanting to eat and he’s bringing me a giant plate of food.

As soon as I hear the door click shut, I’m in motion. It’s taken me all week to set this in place, and I want it to be absolutely perfect. I scurry around the shop, getting it ready, and just as I finish I hear him wiggle the doorknob.

I dart behind my desk, and I’m thanking my lucky stars I didn’t trip along the way, or it would have sent Bleu running. I try to control my breathing and act calm as he strides in with a tray of snacks for us. I say “us” because there’s enough for ten people, but he thinks this is how much I should eat.

“Here you go, my mate.” He kisses me on the lips as he places the food in front of me.

I pull up a blank page on my computer and type random letters and words, trying to look busy as he goes back to work. After just a second he makes a noise and I stop typing. I look out from behind my computer and pretend not to notice anything is wrong.

“Thanks for the snack. I was starting to feel weak,” I joke, but he doesn’t look up. “Everything okay, Bleu?” Trying to keep my tone even is an effort.

“Just looking at the requests you left for me. It’s odd, I don’t think I’ve ever gotten asked to do one of these before.”

I stand up and casually walk over to where he is standing, holding several pieces of paper in his hand. Each week I print out the requests for him, and he picks and chooses what he feels like doing next, and then I schedule it on the calendar.

“Which one is it? There were so many I didn’t really get a good look at them all.”

He looks at me and then looks back to the paper. “This one on top.”

I move beside him and take the paper from his hands. I know this image well. I searched for days to find the perfect one.

“Oh, how pretty.” I hand him the paper underneath the picture. It’s a printout of the email I just got. He takes it from me, and I make a humming sound as I look at the picture. “Maybe you could do one for practice first.”

“Lola?”

Looking up, I see Bleu’s gaze is glued to the paper in front of him. I give him another moment to let it register, and I stand there with the biggest grin on my face, waiting for it to click.

“Lola. Is this...does this mean…?” He stammers over his words and then looks to me with big watery eyes.

I start to cry, immediately moved by his expression, and just nod my head. He drops the email from the shifter doctor I saw two days ago confirming I’m six weeks pregnant with our bear cub, and scoops me up in his arms.

“A baby? We’re going to have a baby?”

“Yes,” I say in a thick voice as he buries his face in my neck.

I can feel the joy rolling over him in waves, because it passes to me as well. Last week when we’d gone into town to drop off some orders, we went next door to see the clan doctor and get a checkup. I’d told Bleu it was to make sure I was okay to have children, but I had suspected I was already pregnant. I slipped the doctor a note when Bleu wasn’t looking and explained I wanted to surprise him. Thankfully, she played along, and as we were leaving she said she would email me with some follow-up questions.

I feel his lips on my neck and then he’s looking into my eyes. The gold is swimming in tears of joy, and I swear I could almost burst from happiness in this moment. His mouth comes down on mine, and the sweet kiss turns passionate in half a second. Suddenly, I’m being laid out on one of his woodworking tables and he’s slipping off my leggings. He’s hurriedly unbuckling his jeans and getting his cock inside me as fast as he can.

When he enters me, I’m wet and ready like I always am for him. I moan at his thickness and look up into his eyes. His big hand rests on my lower belly as he eases in and out of me. His face is tender, but there’s still the raw need there, too. His passion shows as we couple and celebrate the next chapter in our lives.

He makes me cum three times on that table before he finally carries me to the house. But not before he grabs up the picture of the baby crib I had printed out and given to him. I knew this would be the first of many things he would make for our little cub, and I’m sure he’ll start working on it the second he lets me out of bed.

Epilogue *Bleu*

Eight years later…

The house is quiet, and I pull Lola closer to me in bed.

“I swear being around bears all the time, all I want to do is sleep.”

Smiling against her neck, I kiss my mark and nuzzle against her. “I’ve tried to tell you. Just give in and do what I say.”

I built a second floor onto the cabin when Lola found out she was pregnant with our first cub. Soon after our first boy, River, was born, she got pregnant again. We had our twin girls, Violet and Marigold, thirteen months after River. Then we decided to slow down. So of course she got pregnant again right away with our youngest son, Forbes. Four kids under four years old has kept us busy. But one thing is for sure, they’ve always slept great. Lola says it’s all the hibernating we like to do, but I just laugh and pull the covers over her.

It’s Saturday and all the kids are upstairs sleeping in, and I take advantage of our alone time.

Our businesses have grown over the years, and we have people in town who help us manage them. Luckily for us, we get to keep our privacy a good bit while the kids go to school and we work from home. We’ve established our careers, so we work when we want and we play when we want. But we always have weekends at home with just the family. The time with our young is precious and goes so fast. But I would be lying if I didn’t think they always pick the worst times to try to come talk to us.

Spooning behind Lola, I reach down and pull her leg over my hip, opening her for me. I slip my hard cock past her wet folds and slide home. She moans softly when I’m fully seated, and I do the same.

“I locked the door. You can go back to sleep now if you want to, mate. I’m just going to cum and keep my cock in you for a little bit longer.”

I slide my hand over her hip and between her legs, rubbing her exposed clit. I know exactly how to touch her to get what I want, and I know for a fact she isn’t going back to sleep. Not without at least two orgasms.

She looks back at me with a wicked smile and grinds down on my cock. Her smell of desire grows between us, and I give her what she needs. I will always give her anything she desires for as long as we both live.

“I love you, Bleu,” she whispers as we make love.

“I love you, too, my sweet Lola.”

We had a chance encounter that turned into more than either of us expected. But when I first held her in my arms, I knew she was mine. I’ve spent every day since then holding on to her, and I will spend the rest of my life doing the same. She and our cubs are my whole world, and it’s more than I ever dreamed of. She gave me this life, and I will show her just how grateful I am.

THE END

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