Page 12 of Mounted By Her Weretiger Mate

As I came, I could still feel him gushing into me, his seed dripping out from around his shaft and down my thigh. I couldn’t help but smile at the sensation, the animal within satisfied that surely this would give her was she wanted: a litter of cubs and a mate she could call her own.

“Cade,” I moaned as he finally managed to pull himself free from my pussy. His seed dribbled out of me and the two of us collapsed side by side, our eyes meeting in a tender, loving gaze.

“Ashley,” he gasped, brushing his fingers over my cheek and pushing the hair away from my eyes. “My mate.”

I could feel a warmth rising in my chest, my heart swelling as I leaned in and our lips pressed together in a joyful kiss. He was mine, my savior and my mate; and I knew from that mom

ent onward that I would never be alone again.

A month after my first transformation into a werebear, Cade and I were packing up his truck. Since those first encounters together, Cade and I had shared night after night of passionate sex, both at his cabin and in my own bedroom. Making love felt like the most natural act with him in my arms, and I could never resist the promise of feeling him spill his seed inside of me. What came soon after should never have felt like a surprise.

As the two of us loaded our supplies for my coming transformation, I noticed a bottle in Cade’s hands, a grin adorning his lips.

“I thought we could celecrate our first month together,” he said, turning the bottle around to reveal that it was, in fact, a rather expensive bottle of wine. I gasped, shocked that he’d spend so much on me. But as he looked into my eyes, his smile faded.

“What is it?” he asked.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to accept that, Cade.”

“What? Why not? Is it something I said?”

“No,” I said, a smile returning to my lips. “Something you did, but I don’t think it’s a bad thing.”

“What’s going on?”

“I just—I don’t think wine will be good for the baby, sweetie.”

Cade stared into my eyes, the realization dawning over him like a crashing wave.

“We’re going to have a baby?” he asked, his smile reappearing and growing all the wider.

“Yes, my love,” I said, wrapping my arms around his neck. “You’re going to be a father.”

Cade set down the bottle of wine and enfolded me in his arms, lifting me clear off the ground and swinging me. As the forest danced around us I laughed, clinging to his body for dear life and reveling in the knowledge that that car crash had truly been the best thing that had ever happened to me.

This is how it ends, I thought to myself as Cade set me back down and kissed me. Not with a car crash or a bear attack, but happily ever after.