Page 12 of Grizzly's Bear

Her face was fierce, a mixture of pleasure and anger and something more. Some emotion he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Then he couldn’t think at all as she dropped her face against his neck and rubbed there. Marking him. Making him hers despite her earlier words to the contrary. She was his. To protect. To love. To keep. Forever.

She found her pleasure quickly. She screamed as she orgasmed, her channel locking down on his cock while her juices slipped down his shaft to slick his balls. He turned then, taking her to the ground beneath him, tugging her tightly against him and pounding into her as the raging need to join her in release filled him. He wanted to soak her with his release, to fill her until she overflowed with his seed.

Her face pressed back in his neck, marking him with her scent. He dropped to his elbows, wrapping his hands in her hair as he held her there, not wanting her to stop what she was doing, not wanting to stop what he was doing. He rutted on her, more animal than man. No matter how hard he tried to grasp for control, to pull back, he was incapable. Growls rumbled from his chest, and he struggled to contain his strength as claws sprouted from his fingertips. He fought and finally managed to force words from his clenched jaws.

“Say the words.”

Her head jerked back until she met his gaze. Her eyes were wide, pupils dilated.

“I want you.”

Those weren’t the words he wanted. He wasn’t scratching an itch. Not his or hers. He was intent on creating a bond, building a life, claiming forever with her and never letting go. He paused, cock buried deep while her sex rippled and squeezed around him.

“You have me,” Slade vowed. “But not just for now. We’re not fucking then going our separate ways, Rissa. Not this time. Never again. This time, when my cock owns your tight, little pussy, that’s exactly what it’ll do. Own you. Mine. As in no more games. No more running. No more tiny tastes of heaven only to have you pretend I mean nothing the next day.”

“I—”

“Shh.” Slade placed a finger against her lips. “We both know it’s true, and we both want more. You need me? I need you. I need forever. You want my cock buried inside you? Say the words. Make the promise. And it’s all yours. Only yours.”

“Slade.”

His name was a low murmur. He saw it in her eyes. The need for more, and the fear that held her back. In that moment, he knew he could push her, but the decision had to be hers. He couldn’t force her hand, no matter how badly he wanted to. He rolled them again, holding her so she sprawled atop him, his back flat against the ground.

“If all you want is to use me, then do it. Take what you need.” He’d keep coming back for more. He’d never stop coming back for more of her, no matter how it ripped him up inside.

She pressed her palms against his chest, slowly pushing herself up. She’d slid up his shaft as they’d rolled and took her time taking him back in. She moaned, rising and lowering on him. Her hands ran over her body, gliding over her breasts before lifting her hair then letting it fall around her. She was glorious. Insatiable. Easily the most beautiful sight he’d ever encountered. The look in her eyes, though. It threatened to rip out his heart. He feared she’d do exactly as he’d suggested. Use him. He let his eyes close, not wanting her to glimpse how much it hurt him.

“Slade.”

He forced his eyes open and almost lost it when he saw the tears in hers. Before he could say anything, she stole his breath.

“Will you protect me?”

She was saying it. Actually fucking saying the vows that would bind them as mates.

“Slade?”

He cleared his throat. “Yes.” It was more of a growl, but she seemed to understand his agreement.

“Will you care for me? Make sure all my needs are met?”

“Yes.”

“Will you allow me to stay at your side? Go where you go?”

“Yes.” Always. He’d never let her out of his sight if it were possible. He sat up, gripping her hips and thrusting up into her. “You’ve asked, and I’ve agreed.” She sank onto him, taking every inch until they were groin to groin. “You’re mine.”

“Yes.” She nodded in agreement. “And you’re mine, Slade Holloway.”

He rolled them again, sinking deep then riding her hard and fast. It was done. They were mated. She belonged to him now, and he would do everything in his power to make sure she was never hurt again.

“Slade.”

His name was a low moan, and he knew she was close to another orgasm. One he was determined she’d reach. He moved one hand down between them, finding her swollen nub and brushing it with his thumb. He rubbed circles over it, his touch becoming firmer at her verbal cues of growing excitement. When she was close, when she was crying out with her need to come, he pinched the bud and tugged at it, reveling in the way she tightened like a vise around him before drenching him with her pleasure.

He thrust through the hard contractions of her sex, gritting his teeth at the feel of her surrounding him, milking him until his seed exploded from his cockhead and filled her up. Still, he kept going. Fucking them through one orgasm and into another. He stayed between her thighs until she was lax beneath him, her body trembling with aftershocks from the pleasure they’d shared. Then he slowed, though he was incapable of completely stopping the thrusts of his hips against hers.

“You’re mine, Rissa Holloway.”

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