As the clan cheered for them, the extra help they’d hired to assist with the reception dinner began to hurry about, arranging tables and chairs for the guests. After a few minutes, Tate and Ella were settled into a table near the fire, champagne in their glasses and appetizers on their plates.
“This definitely isn’t what I expected to happen when I came here a month ago,” Ella said, laughing.
“Me either,” Tate said. “I was spitting mad when I saw you.”
“You were?” she asked, picking up her champagne glass.
“I was. I couldn’t believe you had kept Andrew from me. Or that you’d left in the first place.”
“But now look at us,” she said. He picked up his own glass and they clinked them.
“To our future.”
“To our future.”
They both looked out at their families. His mom and her mom were both cooing at Andrew, who couldn’t be happier. His sweet little face was bright with joy. Tate’s brother Keaton strode forward, a bottle of beer in his hand.
“So you got roped into marriage, bro. Sucker.” Keaton’s tattooed forearms showed under his pushed back dress shirt.
“Just wait until you find your mate, Keaton. It’ll all be different then.”
“Not a chance. There is no one woman in the world who could handle me,” he said, folding his arms.
“You’re going to eat your words someday,” Tate said.
“That’s what you think. You and that woman Babs Bula. She insists she knows who my mate is. Can you believe that? She can’t stop meddling in other people’s lives.”
“If Babs says it, it’s true,” Ginger said, coming up beside Keaton. The little pregnant redhead slapped him on the back as hard as she could. Ella laughed as Keaton looked down at Ginger. Ginger just smirked when Brock, the clan alpha, joined them all.
“What are you pestering the newlyweds with, Keaton?” Brock asked.
“I’m not pestering them. I’m giving Tate my sympathies.”
“Sympathies? It’s his wedding day. Not a funeral,” Ginger laughed.
“Exactly my point,” Keaton said.
“Forget him. I’m going to play a song for you guys,” Ginger said. She was a talented violinist, whose injured hand had been healed when Brock had turned her.
Ginger opened the case of her violin and stood at the edge of the room. Everyone hushed as she struck the first note. The music lilted through the room, tugging at Tate’s heart.
“Wow, she’s good. I had no idea,” Ella whispered. “I knew she played…but…”
Ella gripped Tate’s hand as they listened to Ginger’s expert, emotion-filled playing. Tate had heard Ginger play before and knew his sister-in-law was a virtuoso. He could see the joy in Ella’s face as she watched her new friend play violin.
Everyone clapped for Ginger as she finished her song, even little Andrew clapped in his mother’s lap.
“Andrew is so cute in that tuxedo,” Ella said, giggling.
“I know. I have to keep pinching myself to make sure I’m not dreaming this is my life,” Tate said, looking into Ella’s big brown eyes. She let out a soft moan and kissed him on the cheek.
“I can’t wait until later,” she whispered.
Tate couldn’t wait either. The rest of the reception seemed to drag on. He kept looking down at Ella’s neck and the soft skin of her chest and could barely keep himself in his seat. His bear had been waiting for this day for so long. Tonight he would have her, he would make her his. He could put his seed and a bear inside her, bonding her to him for the rest of their lives.
Chapter Sixteen
Ella had to squeeze her legs together for most of the reception. Tate looked delicious in his tuxedo, his dark hair swept back from his face, showing off his green eyes. She could see his excitement when he looked at her, which made her tingle deep in her core every time she noticed.
When she and Tate finally broke away from the reception, they kissed Andrew on the forehead before they left him with her mother for the night. They piled into Tate’s truck, Ella’s wedding dress bundled around her. They bumped down the gravel road, silence filling the cab.
The anticipation hung thick in the air. Even though she wasn’t a shifter yet, she could practically smell the arousal between them, taste it on her tongue. Her whole body buzzed, her blood pulsing in her ears. She licked her lips and looked at Tate. Her nipples pricked. He was wearing a tan workman’s jacket over his tuxedo. It was so freaking hot, she could barely contain herself.
Tate finally pulled up into the driveway of his house and cast his green eyes on her. They were full of desire and a hint of fear. He pursed his lips. “We’re home,” he said.
Ella whimpered. “Let’s go in.” Her voice was thick and throaty. She couldn’t even believe it was her own. She’d never been this excited. Tate slid out of the truck and came around to help her out. They held hands as they walked over the slick pathway covered in a light dusting of new snow.
They passed into the living room and took off their coats, hanging them in the closet without a word. Only a single lamp shone by the window, casting a low orange glow through the room. Tate turned to her and enclosed her in his arms, pulling her against his hard warmth.
He was so big and tall. Tate was a massive man, holding a little woman in his burly arms. She gushed as he lifted her, pulling her legs up around his waist. Ella had never been skinny and had gotten even curvier after the baby, but Tate lifted her up like she was a tiny baby doll. He turned her body so that her legs hung over one arm and he cradled her with the other. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheek.
“I never carried you across the threshold,” he growled.
“That’s fine. That isn’t what I’m after right now.”
“I’m going to carry you upstairs instead, bride.” His voice was low and gravelly. She could see the desire in his eyes, even in the low light of the room. She cupped his cheek in her hand as he walked quickly upstairs. The house was warm, and he laid her across the soft comforter of his bed. It was their bed now, really, ever since the day she’d realized how much she wanted him.
He ran his hand up the inside of her leg, standing over her in the dim room. “How the hell am I supposed to get this damn dress off?” he growled.
“Here, unbutton me.” She turned over on her stomach, revealing the row of buttons down the back. Tate’s thick fingers began to pop open the buttons. He grumbled and growled above her. His breath blew on her neck as he drew closer.
“This is taking too long,” he whispered in her ear. His breath and words sent a surge of desire down her spine.
Tate gripped the sides of her dress and ripped. Ella screamed with excitement. The buttons popped off, and she was free of the dress. She could feel her nipples stiff against her bustier corset. Her pussy wept to be touched. Tate pulled the dress down over her hips with Ella still on her stomach. She gasped when he yanked it off her feet. Her heels fell on the floor.
Tate turned her over on her back, and she could see the wild gleam in his eyes. She drew back in shock, fear mingling with desire. “What the hell are you wearing now?” he grumbled.
“It’s a bustier corset for under the dress. It’s supposed to be sexy.”
“Let me see you, now.” His bear was coming through so much she could see his teeth already extending. Ella unclasped the bustier and peeled it away, feeling bashful under Tate’s intense gaze. He threw off his tuxedo, staring at her naked body laying across the bed.
He climbed over her, his erection firm and massive. She licked her lips when he slid his fingers into the waist of her panties and began to pull them down over her stockings and garter belt. He spread her legs, sniffing at her sex. Ella threw her head back when Tate lunged forward, taking her whole pussy in his mouth.
He thrust his tongue between her folds, licking up her slit to her hot mound. She mewled and grabbed his hair. Tate ran his hands up her sides and gripped her breasts, squeezing her
nipples between his fingers.
Ella thrust her pelvis forward, wanting him deeper, closer. She could feel herself ready to come and pushed his head down against her arousal. Tate growled and climbed up over her, leaving her on the brink of orgasm. She growled his name and scratched his chest.
Tate pushed his cock against her opening, looking deep into her eyes. Ella held him tight to her. Tate was out of control, but it made her want him even more. She loved seeing him like this, untamed, unguarded, wild. He’d held back for so long, and she relished the sight and feel of him finally taking what he wanted from her.
Ella whispered, “Yes.”
Tate thrust forward, burying himself inside her in one motion. She was so wet, he slid right inside, deep in her core. Her mouth dropped as the sensation overtook her and she came. Ella moaned loudly and Tate petted her hair, moving back and thrusting again in a quick rhythm.
He growled into her ear, not stopping as her orgasm slowed. He took her hands over her head and pressed them to the pillow, raining kisses and bites over her neck and breasts and mouth.
“Fuck, I need to have you, Ella,” he growled in her ear. He pulled back and turned her over on her hands and knees. Ella shook with excitement. They had made love many times in the last month, but each time felt like Tate was holding back. She knew he wasn’t holding back now. His animal intensity made her want to give herself up to the passion inside him.
He gripped her hips and thrust inside her. They both groaned as he filled her again. Tate’s claws extended from his fingertips and dug into her flesh, almost breaking the skin. Ella couldn’t get enough. He pumped into her forcefully, taking everything he craved all along.
As she felt herself barreling toward another climax, Tate lifted her back against his chest, cupping her breast with one hand. He rubbed her sex with the other.
Tate growled in her ear, “I claim you, Ella.”
Ella moaned and Tate’s teeth gripped her neck. He continued to pump into her from behind, holding her tight to him. His long, sharp teeth broke through the skin, cutting off her voice. She wanted to cry out from pleasure and pain, but couldn’t speak.
Ella could feel her blood trickle down her neck and Tate’s cock grow wider inside her core. She was so overcome, she could barely breath. She was a live wire of sensation, like the string of an electric guitar, ready to be plucked. As he shot his release deep inside her, it hit a deeper pleasure within. Ella’s mouth dropped open with a silent groan.
He pinched her nipple and rubbed her clit as they came together. His sharp teeth held her as their bodies throbbed with release.
Ella could feel the bear inside her at the fringes of her mind. It was just out of sight, just out of reach.
Slowly, Tate retracted his teeth and licked the open wound on her neck. She sucked several sharp breaths and fell forward on her stomach, groaning with pleasure and amazement. He fell down beside her and took her into his arms.
“Holy shit, that felt good,” he said, petting her hair. “I hope I wasn’t too rough with you.”
“I loved feeling you let go and take what you wanted.”
“That’s why I love you so much, Ella,” he said, kissing her head.
She hugged him tighter, anticipating what was next. Tonight was the full moon. Now that he’d given her the claiming bite, she would shift. She could become like him, wild inside.
“When will it happen?” she whispered, still a little afraid.
“As soon as we stand under the light of the full moon. Are you ready?”
“I am. Let’s do it now. I don’t want to wait any longer.”
“Come.”
Tate stood from the bed and held out his hand. He pulled two blankets from the bed and draped one around her shoulders and then one around his own. They tiptoed down the cold stairs to the first floor and opened the door to the back porch.
The moon rose full in the clear night sky. Snow covered the lawn that had once been green and lush. She couldn’t believe she was actually going to go naked into the cold winter night in Alaska. It was crazy. But not as crazy as the fact that she was about to turn into a bear.
“Are you ready, baby?” he asked her, looking down into her eyes. She could see the clear green of his eyes shining in the moonlight. It filled her with such love and trust, it almost broke her heart that it took so long for her to realize it.
“I am,” she whispered.
Tate let the blanket drop away from his body, and he bounded into the snowy yard.
“I’ll shift first. When the moonlight touches your skin, the bear will want to come out. All you have to do is let it. It’s going to hurt. But only the first time. Okay?”
“I understand,” she called after him.
She let the blanket fall around her feet. The crisp air pricked her skin, and her teeth started to chatter. As she walked forward into the snow, the moonlight glowed over her skin. She could feel her inner bear awakening. She could hear it growl and roar with new life.
It almost felt as if it had been there all along, just waiting to come alive at Tate’s touch. She threw her head back and roared, her body breaking apart. Her mind fractured as she fell forward on all fours.
In the span of an instant, she stood in the snow, her hot breath puffing out into the moonlight. New senses opened to her that she had never imagined possible. She could feel Tate beside her. Not just in the flesh, but the animal link between their minds told her what he was feeling.
She could feel how much he loved her, feel his concern for her wellbeing. She knew that beyond a shadow of a doubt, they belonged together forever.
She growled and reared up on her back legs, roaring at the moon that had changed her. She would never be the same again. She’d been changed when Tate had filled her with his seed and created Andrew, but now her very nature had shifted.
She was like Tate now. A bear. The wild creature within would always have a say in what she did with her life. For the first time, she could truly feel the driving force to be with Tate. She knew what it meant to be fated for love.
The intensity of that need blew her away. No wonder Tate had been so desperate all those years. Even with her animal mind, she felt a sense of empathy for his long struggle. All she wanted now was to share her life with him. Share her feelings and love.
At the other end of their link, Tate projected back to her that he wanted the same thing. They had everything either of them could want. Each other, their child, a home and family.
If a grizzly bear could cry, Ella would have done it then. But since grizzlies don’t cry, instead, she roared and ran into the night forest with her love by her side.
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