Grayslake: More than Mated: Bears Do It Better (Kindle Worlds Novella) by Jessie Lane Read Free Book Online Page A

he told her, “They’re fine. I swear.”
    “How can you be so sure?”
    He started the truck and pulled away, turning onto the road that would lead them out the way they had come in. “Cookie, Paxton wouldn’t hurt a hair on your aunt’s head.”
    Now she was getting good and frustrated with the man that the powers that be had given to her as her mate. “You don’t know that!”
    He snorted. “But I do, sweetheart. Couldn’t you tell by the way they were acting? Paxton and Arina are also fated mates.”
    Misha’s jaw dropped open in shock. She had no idea what to say. No, she hadn’t noticed such a thing! Probably because bears acted so differently than the tigers she was used to dealing with.
    Tigers rarely mated. She could only guess it was more in their animalistic nature to be loners. The fact that they had a pride and didn’t have separate territories where they stayed isolated on their own was a miracle. Misha had never heard of any other tiger shifters living together like that before. Of course, her tiger family had done everything they could to keep her shielded and protected from the world outside of their territory, anyway, so there might be a lot about shifters and mating she didn’t know about.
    Borys interrupted her jumbled thoughts. “That’s because bears do it better, baby.”
    Confused at his out of nowhere remark, she asked, “Wait, what? What do bears do better?”
    Borys laughed at her. “You just said you hadn’t noticed such a thing because bears act so differently than the tigers you grew up with. I’m telling you; we act differently because we do it better.”
    First, Misha hadn’t realized she had said that out loud. Secondly, she couldn’t help asking the burning question in her mind. “What exactly do bears do better than tigers, hmm?”
    She watched as a cocky smile spread across his face.
    “Everything, cookie. We do everything better. Just wait until I get you to my house. I’ll be happy to prove that point to you in the bedroom.”
    This was probably one of those times an experienced woman would have a saucy comeback to give her partner as verbal foreplay. Problem was, Misha had never done any of this before. That was probably why she found herself saying, “But I have no one to compare you to. How will I know you’ll be better?”
    Tires squealed as Borys’s truck came to a screeching stop. Misha barely managed to throw her hands out to catch the dashboard in time before her body hit it from the momentum.
    When she looked over at the crazy man behind the wheel, she gasped. Borys’s eyes were almost glowing they were so bright, and they now looked so heated. The look was that of pure need, the likes she had never seen any man give a woman before.
    “You’re a virgin?” he asked her in a guttural voice.
    “Yes,” she whispered back softly before licking her lips nervously.
    Borys’s eyes followed the track of her tongue and growled, not in warning, but in want. He still had that look on his face but, if anything, he now looked like he was ready to eat her alive in all sorts of delicious ways.
    That look did a couple of things to Misha all at once. First, it made her nipples tighten into hard, little points of anticipation. Then, it made her panties wet, arousal flooding her system. Finally, it made a silent promise that she wasn’t going to be a virgin come morning, and it would more than likely be a night she never forgot.
    “Sit back and buckle up, cookie. I’m about to give the phrase ‘gone in sixty seconds’ a whole new meaning if we don’t hurry up and get back to my house.”
    Misha didn’t say a word, choosing to grab the seatbelt buckle with her trembling hands, securing it just as Borys slammed on the gas pedal. They shot forward like a rocket, and Misha found herself gripping the sides of the seat, silently praying her new mate was a very good driver.
    Five minutes later, Borys pulled his truck into the driveway of a small, modest-looking home