Mated to the Wilde Bear

At his words, Laurel’s body stiffened with surprised tension and then relaxed, and he knew she was fully awake now. He wondered if she’d object to his label for her, but she surprised him by slithering down his body instead.

She disappeared underneath the covers, trailing warm kisses down his abs and belly until her mouth dipped lower still. When her lips closed over the head of his swollen cock, he held his breath against the snarl that wanted release. He’d have to pace himself carefully, or a snarl wasn’t the only thing that he’d release too fast.

Somewhere down the hall, a phone rang. He recognized his cell’s ring tone. He glanced at the bedside clock. It was late at night. Too late for work. What the hell?

Underneath the covers, Laurel paused, and he could feel the friction where her mouth, hot and ready, hovered just over the head of his dick. She didn’t move or speak as she waited for his reaction, and he cursed inwardly at the timing. There was only one reason his phone would be ringing so late. An emergency call. Someone on the mountain needed his help.

God damn it all.

over him. He had to choose all over again. Laurel and a swift release, or saving a life. He groaned. He already knew it wasn’t a choice. “Laurel, I have

etched on her

line. This late, it’s got to mean a

bedroom door clicked open. Another

clothes out. Quiet, methodical. She threw her pants on and turned, her brows rising.

and pride for his woman. She got it without