Bowie thought he'd died and gone to heaven when he'd tasted his mate's sweet nectar on his tongue. She was perfection in a way that a poor orphaned Polar Bear had nothing to compare it to. Hell, he didn't even want to try.
How they'd wound up in his bedroom after their romp through the forest he wasn't sure. They'd Changed and driven home in comfortable silence.
He'd wanted her. Hell, he imagined he would always want her, but she was tired and wilting, so he'd carried her to bed and tucked her in, bringing her close to him as he held her through the night.
And now he was stuck. His c**k throbbed with an eagerness he hadn't felt since he was a teenager as she pressed her naked bottom into him.
Fuck. If she kept up that delicious friction he was going to come. So not the impression he w
