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Oliver watched Lillian's face contort in ecstasy as he picked up the pace, their hips meeting in a frenzy of movement. Her walls clenched around him greedily, desperate for release.
His own orgasm was close. But he held back, wanting to savor this moment with her.
As he felt himself grow even closer, he knew it was time for the mating mark. He leaned forward, his mouth closing over her shoulder. Her pussy clenched around him as he sunk his teeth into her flesh, claiming her officially as his own.
She arched off the bed again, moaning his name as their pleasure peaked together.
They rode out the wave of bliss, their bodies twitching and jerking beneath each other's touch. Oliver's seed spilled deep inside her, marking their union as his release echoed in a groan against her neck. Lillian held onto him tightly as she found her own release.
The intensity of the orgasm they experienced was unlike any other. It consumed them both. She screamed her pleasure so loudly that it made his bear growl in satisfaction.
Oliver's hips stilled inside her, his cock twitching as he pulsed his seed deep inside her womb. Their bodies glistened with sweat as they caught their breath together.
He pulled out finally, moving up to kiss her lips softly.
"Mine," he whispered against her lips before lying beside her, pulling the blankets over them both. The room was silent except for their ragged breathing. He gently traced over the red mark on her skin, pleased she was officially his for all to see.
TWENTY-TWO
LILLIAN
Lillian awoke the next day feeling incredibly satiated and slightly sore. Her body had been claimed, and she officially belonged to Oliver. There could be no better way to wake up than being completely and totally owned by the man she loved.
She touched her skin, feeling the spot where Oliver had claimed her. His teeth had sunk in during the exact moment her orgasm hit her last night. His bite had made everything more intense and more sensual.
It was the most incredible moment of her life. She wished he could claim her again, just for the sheer pleasure it brought her. With a smile on her lips, she rolled over to look at him. Only he wasn’t there.
She sat up, looking around the room, when the loud, obnoxious beeping of a tractor sounded from outside. At that moment, she remembered the insane amount of destruction that had been done to both the grounds and the house. The shattered windows, the broken porch, the torn up lawn, the trees that had been completely uprooted and thrown …
So much damage, she thought with a sigh. At least Oliver was on it, and the reconstruction was already beginning. Within a few weeks, everything would be back to normal. At least the physical aspect of it all.
The door to the bedroom opened, and Oliver walked in wearing nothing but a pair of black underwear. He carried a tray, and the smell of freshly brewed coffee wafted in her direction.
“Breakfast in bed,” Oliver announced with a grin.
Nothing, absolutely nothing, could have made Lillian happier at that moment. “My hero,” she purred, scooting up into a sitting position. Oliver set the tray over her lap and took a seat beside her.
Picking up the mug, she took her first sip of coffee and sighed in contentment. “This is perfect, Oliver. Thank you.”
He kissed her forehead while she ate. Fluffy pancakes cooked to perfection were made even better by a generous helping of fresh maple syrup harvested on Oliver’s own property. Crispy bacon and cooked potatoes served as savory sides to the delicious home-cooked breakfast.
Every now and then, Lillian lifted her fork and offered a generous mouthful to Oliver. Considering there was enough food for four people, there was plenty to go around. Lillian took another sip of coffee and turned her wide green eyes toward Oliver.
“So, now that we’re officially mated, what does that mean? What does it mean for me?”
Oliver took the mug from her hands and helped himself. “Well, it means you’re the sleuth matriarch. It means that the bears will come to you when they have a problem that they need to have resolved. And that could be something as simple as a dispute with a neighbor or as complex as territorial fights.”
“Hmm,” she murmured thoughtfully.
“Anytime they come to you, it’s up to you to make sure you take their problems seriously. They have no other leader other than me, but if they’re choosing you, it’s because they trust you. Some of it will take time. You’re new, and you’re not a shifter. But the entire community came together for you. In their eyes, you’re already part of this sleuth. They want you.”
“And I want them, Oliver. Don’t doubt for a minute that I will give this my all. I want to be as great of a leader as you are. I want them to look at me the way they do you. When I walk into a bar, I want them to know my name, and I want to know theirs. The same way you do. I want to be friends with them. I want to love them. I want to be here. I promise you that.”
Oliver smiled at her words. Then, with breakfast out of the way, Oliver suggested a bath.
“I think that sounds wonderful,” Lillian gushed.
She placed the tray to the side, flung the covers off, and stood. The thought of lounging in warm water with the man of her dreams sounded like the perfect way to end the morning.
