Page 111 of Heir

Grinning, I dropped my mouth to hers as I ran wide, rough, concentric circles around her clit.

She moaned into my mouth, and her hips leaped off the bed. My cock strained against my jeans, but I shoved down my own needs. This wasn’t about me. This was about Omaera. She needed this.

And any part of her that I could get, I would take and be the most grateful bear in the world. We had a lifetime now. Eventually, we would be together, but at the moment, I needed to take her mind off the pain of Gemma and Delia and help her find a little joy. A little pleasure.

Her arms looped back around my neck and she tugged me down to her, kissing me deeper. Her tongue massaged me, exploring my mouth, pulling growls and rumbles from deep in my chest. My fingers picked up speed on her clit, gathering more of the slick silk from her center as I rubbed her pulsing clit. It swelled beneath my touch and her hip lifts became more erratic. She mewled and whimpered into my mouth, grappling at me, pulling me closer. Her breathing increased and hot puffs from her nose hit my upper lip as she rode my fingers.

I broke the kiss and dropped my mouth to her neck, biting her just hard enough, but not too hard. Not enough to break the skin. I vaguely noticed the small puncture marks from Drak’s fangs, but ignored them. This moment was about Omaera and me. Nobody else was welcome.

The moment my teeth pressed against her sweet flesh, her back bowed and she broke with a sharp cry. Her clit throbbed and swelled even more as fresh arousal gushed from her center. I gathered more, continuing to rub circles around the pulsing bud. She gripped my hair and hauled my face away from her neck, capturing my mouth again in another kiss. She bit my bottom lip and tugged before diving back in and sucking on my tongue. I groaned and flicked her clit hood with the nail of my thumb and her leg spasmed. Smiling against her mouth, I did it again. Her leg twitched.

This woman, this demoness, my queen was my everything now.

Her pleasure was my priority. Her life was all that mattered to me.

Her chest heaved and her whimpers into my mouth had my cock pressing harder than ever against my zipper. Once her muscles relaxed and she collapsed back to the bed, I peeled my lips from hers, smoothed the hair away from her face, and kissed her cheek. “My queen. My mate.”

Her smile was as sweet and sleepy as could be. “My prince. My mate.”

I was stupidly giddy from that comment and it must have come through in my smile.

Grinning, she sat up and rolled me over to my back, straddling me and opening the button and zipper of my jeans. But I was quick to grab her hands and stop her. “No. This isn’t . . . I don’t expect.”

“I know,” she said, pulling my pants down so my cock sprang free. “And that’s why I am.” Then she dropped her head and took my cock in her hot, wet little mouth.

My fingers found her hair, and I held her in place as she ran her tongue up from the base of my shaft to the crown and back, swirling the tip and giving it a playful extra lick.

I groaned and bucked up with my hips, encouraging her to go deeper. To see how far down her throat she could take me. I knew I was big. In all ways. Tall, broad, and with a big cock. Most bear shifters were big. So I’m sure there was some level of trepidation on her part as to how we’d even fit or whether she could even take me.

From everything I’d heard, the Fates didn’t fuck around and they intervened when necessary to make sure that no mate was ever hurt or unable to be with their mate that way.

But she was raised human, and was half human. So maybe things would take some time and easing in to. Exploring each other the way we were now was A-OK by me though. We had a lifetime together to perfect things. Right now, we were just . . . connecting.

She deep-throated as best she could, but even when I hit her tonsils, there was still another two inches, at least, left outside her mouth.

“Jesus,” she said, after she came up for air. “That thing’ll never fit inside me.”

Chuckling, I cupped her jaw and guided her back down. “The Fates will help.”

“I sure as hell hope so. It’s like a python.” She brought me back into her mouth, using her hand to help stroke and not ignore the base.

I was close in seconds. The sight of my mate’s head bobbing in my lap, her hot, wet little mouth surrounding my cock, it was pure perfection. I’d already been close when she came from my fingers, so it took no time at all for me to finish now. My grasp on her hair tightened as the tingles in my lower belly intensified, the warmth spreading higher and lower until my balls cinched up against my taint and I finally let go.

The way the back of her throat hugged and contracted around my crown, swallowing as I came, filling her mouth with my seed, was nothing short of earth-shattering. Maybe it was that she was my mate, but I’d never had an orgasm quite like that. And it just kept going. It spread from my cock and balls down to my toes, causing them to curl. Then up into my arms, my fingers tightening until they locked in her curls, holding her in place. My brain short-circuited and either that was angels singing or a weird ringing in my ears. I growled and huffed with each surge of pleasure until I was spent and boneless. I collapsed, depleted of energy, and all brain cells, against the bed, releasing her hair and letting my arms flop out to the sides.

She released me with a wet pop, sitting up and wiping her lips discreetly with the hem of her shirt.

My hand came up, and I stroked her tattoo. “What’s the significance of this?” I liked the look of her straddling me like this.

Nibbling on her lip, she glanced down at my thumb on one of the roses. “Delia told me that Omaera means rose in my father’s language. I Googled and searched for the language, but came up with nothing. But it still brought me comfort to know that one bit of information about him. About where I came from. The skull is because I like skulls, and also because both my parents are dead. Morbid, but whatever.”

“It’s sexy,” I murmured, struggling to keep my eyes open.

She slithered down my body and lay on top of me. My hand cradled her ribcage where the tattoo was. “You’re so warm, and surprisingly comfy.”

I kissed her crown. “Sleep now, Little One. Nothing we can do but wait.”

Pressing a kiss to my chest, she nestled in, and I wrapped my arms around her protectively. “I’m glad we mated.”

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