Page 46 of Wild Card

His pec flexes, and my mouth waters with the thought of tasting his salty skin.

I strike, biting into his muscle and running my tongue over the indents left with my teeth.

Bear slams so deep inside me that it seems to steal all the oxygen from my lungs.

“You’ve gone and fucking done it now,” he snarls. His cock swells, and it feels like a real possibility that he might rip me in half. A second later, my system transforms the stinging agony into pure bliss that starts in my clit and radiates out through my body with staggering force. “I’m gonna fill this greedy little pussy so full of my cum, it’ll be dripping out of you for days. You hear that, little one? You’re gonna be all messy with my cum.”

“Ohmigod,” I sob, tugging my hand from his shoulder and slapping his mouth with my wrist. “Bite me, Bear!” It comes out as a whine before a long groan.

I’d normally be more concerned with looking sexy during our first time. If not that, I’d definitely be a little uncomfortable with the fact I just slapped him with my wrist while demanding he bite me.

Euphoria blasts its way through my body as my core contracts over his throbbing cock.

“Fuck me. I swear that’s the bottom of your pussy,” he growls against my skin.

He’s not wrong.

All thought bleeds away as his teeth dig into my wrist. His cock jumps, spilling hot cum with each pump of his hips. It’s overwhelming to feel his scent flood my senses. It could be a millisecond, or possibly minutes later, that the bond clicks into place.

Bear is still riding out his orgasm. Feeling his pleasure while I’m coming down from my own seems to jump-start the cycle all over again.

Even the warmth of his tongue as he laps at his bite is suddenly a major aphrodisiac.

He pulls his hands to my face; one tilts my chin up, and the other cradles my skull.

“You’re a dream. An absolute fucking gift that I assure you I’m going to cherish for the rest of my life.” His sincerity radiates in the bond, making me even more melty inside.

Bear is straight-up dangerous to my heart. And that’s probably a good thing, considering he’s stuck with me for life.

Bear carries me out of the shower and carefully dries us both off. I’m not sure why I’m suddenly so shy, but I spend more time examining his teeth print on my wrist than I do looking him in the eyes.

I hope he understands that I didn’t mean to pressure him into anything, but I am really happy.

“Arms up,” he says, patting my hips.

I comply.

He drops a soft T-shirt down my arms and over my head as he tugs my hair out of the tie. It cascades down my back, making me realize how wet it got in the shower.

We also didn’t use a condom…which never registered until right this very second.

“I have an IUD,” I blurt out. “I got tested after…” I grimace and finally finish with, “Thorne.” I swallow thickly. “They were going to make me do all the intake testing again at The Exchange?—”

Bear clears his throat. “It’s been a whole lot of years since I’ve been with anyone. My last test was negative?—”

“So, it sounds like we’re good.”

He nods.

God. I feel like this was the most awkward time ever to have this conversation, but I’m thankful for the bond. It gives me complete confidence that what he’s saying is true.

Bear doesn’t bother with a shirt, but he does tug on a pair of dark gray sweats.

My eyes widen when I catch sight of the intricate tattoos crossing his back. They only accentuate the lines of his muscles.

He tosses the towels on a drying rack and turns back to face me. “Ready for bed?”

My head bobbles up and down of its own volition.

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