Page 18 of Trusting Her Bear

“Morning,” she whispers.

“Did you sleep well?” I shift to my elbow and look down at her.

“Very well,” she says, surprised. Her legs brush mine, and she freezes.

“Good.”

“Did you?” she asks, studying my face so close to hers.

“Yes,” I answer and watch her eyes drop to my lips. Fuck, I want to take her mouth. Her top lip is bowed; I want to bite it. She is beautiful. Her black hair is just past her shoulders but so thick my fingers would have plenty to grab. I can hear her heart speeding up and smell her scent getting stronger. I know what she needs, but does she want it? I slowly move my thigh closer to her pussy, and she rolls her hips. “Do you need me, mate?”

She swallows, and a bead of sweat rolls down her temple. “Yes,” she says softly. If I were human, my ears wouldn’t have heard.

I press harder. “Use me,” I growl.

Her wide eyes look down and back up quickly. “Quinn?”

I give her more of my weight. “It will help if you orgasm.” I pull her hip. My thigh makes full contact, and she rolls her hips. “That’s it, Little Cub.” I slide my hand away, up her stomach, between her breasts, and to her neck. I circle her throat, resting lightly. The smell of her desire fills the closet.

“Shit,” she groans. “That feels so good.” She puts her feet flat on the floor and then circles my leg.

“Good girl,” I rumble. I lower my head, pressing it to hers, our lips almost touching. The wetness from her pussy soaks through her pants into mine. Her hips jerk unsteadily as her heat increases. “Keep going, Little Cub.”

“Please, Quinn,” she begs.

“What do you need?” I ask.

“I—” she hesitates. “I don’t know.”

“You need to keep moving those hips,” I say, flexing my fingers. “Do you like my hand here?”

“Yes,” she groans.

“Do you like it when I squeeze?” I ask, and I do lightly.

“Yes, please.”

“I will give you what you want.” I press my palm to the front of her neck. “I won’t ever go too far. Do you believe me?”

“I believe you.”

“Good. Tell me to stop if you don’t like it, and I will.” She nods, her head rubbing on mine. “Do you want my mouth?”

“I’ve wanted to kiss you since last night,” she confesses.

“Thank you for being honest.” I tilt my head and lick her top lip. “For future reference, you can kiss me whenever you want.” I bite her bottom lip and then suck it lightly.

“Please,” she whispers, and I move my hand from her neck enough that I can use my finger to pull on her chin.

“Let me in,” I demand, swallowing her moan with my mouth. Her taste will be my addiction. I have had very short relationships in the past, but nothing has come close to kissing my mate while she rides my leg. Of all the things you can do with a woman, this is the tamest, yet the most important and powerful. It doesn’t matter to me how I help her with the heat as long as I do it; no one else can relieve her.

She lifts her head from the pillow, chasing my lips as I try to pull away, and I can’t help feeling pleased. I give her what she wants. She mimics my tongue, swirling, exploring each other's taste.

I have to pull away so we can catch our breath.

I slide my knee on the floor, putting more pressure between her thighs, and her head digs into the pillow.

“Quinn,” she whimpers.

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