Miranda
Caleb’s come twice and his c**k is still hard. He rolls me to my side and palms my breast, his manhood still filling me. Our panting breaths sync as he toys with my n****e, squeezing and tugging it as he rocks slowly in and out of me.
I let out a contented sigh.
Wow.
Now that was good s*x.
I can’t pretend knowing Caleb was worried about me didn’t heighten the intensity. Make his roughness some form of purification. His aggression a blessing.
We lie in silence for a long time. After a while, my brain comes back online with a million questions.
“Your wife and child? Were they—”
“Shifters, yes.”
“So the bear that killed them?”
“I don’t know. The scent didn’t match a bear shifter, but the claw marks looked like a bear’s. No simple bear could’ve taken down my mate, though. Shi
