My mate’s silence communicated her misery clearly. I did not need to look at her to know she was coming to realize the bride processing protocols had made a terrible mistake. I was not fit to be mated to someone so innocent and full of hope. My mate should be hardened by life. Tough. A warrior like me. Then everything I did would not be such a disappointment.
“You big grumpy bear.”
I looked up just in time to see my mate moving to straddle my lap. Once she was seated, I still needed to look down into her face, but not far. Not far at all. Her lips were close. Too close.
“I am not a bear.”
“Oh, I think you are. A big..”
She kissed me, a soft, slow, gentle kiss.
“Warm.”
My c**k, already hard as iron, ached as she kissed me again, this time on the tip of my nose. Then my cheek. My chin
