Page 26 of Bear with Me

She moaned around him and was rewarded with a growl as his hips jerked. He moved off her but stayed on his knees, staring down at her. His fingers traced over her thighs, slick from both of them, then higher, trailing through the seed he’d left on her stomach and chest. He rubbed it into one of her nipples then bent and sucked her into his mouth. She was mewling when he finally released her, his cock hard and thick against the outside of her thigh, ready for more.

“You make me insatiable,” he told her.

“I can handle that,” she vowed and rolled until he was the one on his back and she was astride him. She lifted just enough to tuck him at her entrance before lowering herself onto him with a moan. He reached up and played with her nipples as he pumped up into her.

“You want to fill me up again?” she asked, mimicking his questions from earlier. “Want to mark your territory, so everyone knows who my mate is?”

He growled, pulling her down until her breasts were crushed against his chest.

“You’re mine. My mate. My woman. Mine.”

She nodded. “I am, and you’re mine.” She wiggled her hips until he released her enough that she could move her hips back and forth. “My cock. All mine.”

He grinned then. “All yours.”

She sat back up, bracing her hands on his stomach as she set the pace she wanted.

“I’m falling in love with you,” she admitted.

“You already love me,” he informed her. “It’s why you’ve gone out of your way to drive me insane.”

She laughed. “I drive you insane?”

“In the best possible way,” he admitted. “With lust, with need, with love.”

“Are you saying…?”

“Shh, love,” he whispered, reaching for her hips and guiding her back into riding him. “Of course, I love you. How could I stop myself from falling for you?”

That was the moment she let herself fall, when she stopped listening to that inner voice of doubt and accepted she finally belonged.

“I knew you were a man who loved a challenge,” she suggested with a roll of her hips. Brock’s chuckle cut off with a groan.

“You can challenge me any time you want,” he promised, and she laughed, wondering how soon he’d regret those words.

Chapter Twelve

They spent the rest of the day in the cabin. He took her in every position he’d ever fantasized about and some he hadn’t until he’d seen her body move in a certain way. But reality crashed in on them when Matheus knocked, pulling Brock from bed. Brock hadn’t bothered with clothes, jerking open the door enough to glance out as his brother.

Matheus wrinkled his nose in disgust. “Christ, open a window.”

“Jealous?” Brock questioned, knowing his younger brother had always liked Jemma.

Matheus laughed. “Do I look stupid? Anyway, you’ve been summoned by our alpha.”

“What’s wrong?” Brock jerked the door wider, and Matheus grinned when he glanced over Brock’s shoulder. Brock turned his head, taking in Jemma where she lay sleeping like the dead on the bed. The sheet barely covered her, and the way she lay gave Matheus the perfect view of her curvy ass. The fact it still bore the print of Brock’s hand and the mark of his teeth was the only thing that appeased him.

“Stop staring at my mate,” Brock ordered.

Matheus flushed, glancing down then closing his eyes. “Fucking save me from mated couples,” he muttered under his breath. “Laramie has postponed punishment for Walker until tomorrow. He wants all of us in his office,” Matheus paused and glanced at his watch, “in five minutes.”

“Why the postponement?”

“I’m guessing we’ll find out when we see him,” Matheus said. “Hurry up. We’re going to be late.”

“Fuck,” Brock muttered, leaving the door open while he grabbed his clothes and tugged them on. Matheus opened a couple of windows, avoiding the bed as he did. Smart man.

“It smells like a damn sex den.”

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