Matched To His Bear: An MM Mpreg Shifter Dating App Romance (The Dates of Our Lives Book 2) by Lorelei M. Hart & Colbie Dunbar

Author:Lorelei M. Hart & Colbie Dunbar [Hart, Lorelei M.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Surrendered Press
Published: 2020-09-09T16:00:00+00:00

Seventeen

Gabe

Something fluffy tickled my chin while warm air floated over me. Memories of last night filtered through my thoughts. Brad. Bear. Shifter. Mated. Safe. I opened one eye to find the shifter who’d bitten me squatting beside the bed, staring at me intently. I rubbed my nose hoping I didn’t have a booger up there. Awkward!

“Hey.”

“Morning, mate.” Is that how we’re supposed to greet one another from now on? “You’re awake.”

“Uh-huh.” I hadn’t been given the handbook on after-mating-with-a-bear rituals. Whatever they were, I was at a loss. My fingers instinctively went to my shoulder, not quite believing what had happened. But there it was, a raised rough ridge. I stroked my skin, now pitted with the indentation of Brad’s—my mate’s—teeth.

He removed my hand and kissed the wound before asking, “Hungry?”

“I could eat.”

“Come on.” He handed me a shirt—one of his I assumed, it was much too big for me but it covered my ass and crotch—and after putting it on, I wandered out of the bedroom, but not before inspecting my mark in the bedroom mirror. It showed the world I was Brad’s, while my biting him let everyone know he was also mated. We were no longer alone, no more wandering blindly with our eyes closed. We’d found one another and were never letting go.

The kitchen island was covered in bowls, pans, and other stuff. “Has the food delivery guy been and gone?”

“Nope. We’re cooking breakfast.” He glanced at his watch. “More like brunch.”

“You cook?” I asked, holding up a bunch of green things and studying it.

“You don’t?”

“No,” I replied.

“I do,” he informed me.

“And about the whole ‘we’ cooking thing…” My voice trailed away as Brad handed me a wooden board, a knife, and an onion. “What do I do with this?”

He grinned and kissed the end of my nose. “Can you chop it, please, Gabe?”

“Okay.” I was game for anything. I placed the onion on the board, and with both hands on the knife, brought it down over my head, and missed. Though I got the board, the knife sticking out of it reminded me of the aftermath of a pirate battle in a swashbuckling book.

“Gabe!”

“Sorry, I’ll try again.”

Brad stood behind me and murmured, “Here lies our dearly departed knife…”

“Did I kill it?”

“Almost. Let’s try again.” He placed his hands on mine, but I wriggled my ass against his crotch. A sharp intake of breath from him had me giggling. He pressed himself against my body and placed his lips on my ear. Food first, and then I’m taking you back to bed.”

“Mmmm.”

“First we have to peel the onion, and then we chop it.” But by the time he cut into it, I was blinking tears from my eyes. “Owww! It hates me.” Brad took over and I sat on a stool. “You watching, Gabe?”

“Mmmm. Yes. Taking it all in,” I said as I leaned sideways and peered at his ass. That wasn’t a fib. I was paying attention, just not to what he was doing.

“Liar.” He held up an oddly shaped red lump.

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