Page 22 of Stranded With An Insatiable Shifter

“What is it?” I ask, feeling like my heart just stopped. Was I too rough in her mouth? I fucking knew it. I was trying to slow down and take it easy, but I couldn’t control myself. She’s making me crazy.

“I just…” she says, her adorable cheeks getting red. “I’m a virgin.”

“That’s what you wanted to say?” I ask, taking a breath of relief. “I thought I hurt you.”

“No, you didn’t,” she quickly says. “I just wanted you to know before we…”

I can’t help but smile at her. She’s so cute.

“I know, Jemma,” I say with a grin. “Mates always are. Like I said, we’re destined for each other. Just us. Only us.”

She tilts her head as she looks at me. “Does that mean… you’re a… virgin?”

I smile as I nod my head. “Why would I want anyone but you?”

She moans as I grab her pink cheeks and pull her mouth to mine. I could kiss this girl for all eternity. I’ll never get tired of these lips.

“So, we have two virgins,” I say with a grin. “Let’s do something about that.”

She slowly nods her head as I grab the bottom of her shirt again. “I like that idea.”

A heavy groan rumbles up my throat as I pull her shirt off and see her luscious breasts spilling out of her bra. I have to restrain myself from attacking it and ripping it to pieces to get to that soft supple flesh I know is waiting for me.

Maybe she sees the urgency in my eyes because she quickly reaches behind her back and undoes the clasp.

I step back and watch with bated breath as she slides the black bra down her arms, showing me her naked breasts.

They’re stunning. Her nipples are already hard, pointing right at me while teasing my mouth.

I lick my lips as I step up to her, sliding my palms up her bare ribs, taking my time as I get to her soft tits. She’s staring up at me as I cup them and rub my thumbs over her nipples.

“Oh,” she moans, closing her eyes as I give them a firm squeeze.

I lean down and take a nipple into my mouth, sucking and licking it until she’s panting. I switch to the other breast and show it some love too.

My bear snarls within, urging me to get on with it. He wants her bred. He wants our mark on her neck. He wants his mate to be locked and bound to me in every way.

Shut up, I growl back. Stop distracting me.

He doesn’t care about foreplay or sensual pleasure. He doesn’t realize that I’m bonding with this girl in the human way as well.

The furry prick doesn’t care about emotions or intimacy. He just wants our seed inside her womb and our mark on her flesh.

I can feel him pacing around angrily inside. He lets out another low growl in my ears.

Don’t even, I warn.

He feints like he’s going to charge to the surface.

I step back, squeeze my eyes shut, and push him back down with the force of a bitch slap. Fuck. Off.

I’ve waited my whole life for this moment and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let my selfish grizzly bear ruin it.

“What is it?” Jemma’s sweet voice asks as she steps forward and touches my cheek. “Are you okay?”

Her touch seems to calm both of us down. My bear lets out a frustrated grumble, but he backs down and stays down.

“My bear,” I grumble. “He won’t bother us again. Now, where were we?”

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