Page 93 of Choose the Bears

“I think this lesson is over,” she said, staring into my eyes, then the others as they rose around her. “Now I need to show what I’ve learned.”

A protest was there, ready to be said, but my voice died in my throat the moment I felt her. Soft, wet and so damn good my eyes rolled back in my head as I pushed up and into her.

I was right where I needed to be.

Every single one of my sleuthmates would’ve felt the same, I was dimly aware, but this took on a different cast for me, because I’d been waiting for so much longer. To feel this kind of bliss. To feel whole. My hands slapped down around her hips and I dragged her hard against me.

“Show me what you’ve got, my mate,” I growled.

Chapter 49

Imogen

Bones inside dicks was not a sexy idea, but the reality? I was still trying to work that out. Just as I thought, I felt the stretch as he thrust up into me, but right now I craved it. Every sensation felt somehow more. More pleasure, more needy, and so I moved then, reaching for just that. Rising up was hard, as if a suction was created between us, keeping Asher right where he was, but as I reached the end of his length, it eased up enough for me to come crashing back down again.

Damn.

Part of me was all aflutter about the idea of fated mates, and the other rolled her eyes, knowing no man would ever reach those peaks, but Asher? He seemed proportioned perfectly to hit my G-spot with every stroke. The pleasure was deeper, harder, more diffuse and yet more overwhelming, exploding each time we crashed together.

Then Kyle slid behind me.

I felt his body, then his hands, sliding up my ribcage and forcing my body back against his before his hands covered my breasts. My head rolled on my shoulders, my mouth seeking his.He sucked down each pant, every moan, muffling the lot of them as I began to move faster. I needed Asher deeper, harder, faster, some terrible tide stirred with each stroke, rising high enough to overwhelm me, but I was helpless to stop, right up until Lucas took possession of my jaw, turning it his way.

“And how does it feel now?” he asked in a low raspy voice. “Not so frightening?”

“More,” I whispered. “I need more.”

The two of them felt like they melted away, becoming disembodied hands that swept over my body, teasing nipples, flicking my clit, but it was the friction inside me that had my attention. My hips shifted restlessly, changing the angle over and over, seeking something, until Asher grabbed me and threw me down on the bed. He’d been humouring my attempts, and now he was taking over.

There was no mistaking him for human. All the softness was stripped from his face, the angles growing harsher by the moment. Well, except for his eyes. They were wide open and staring straight into my soul, just a little fear there that was a friend to my own. We were working this out together, I realised. I’d never done this with a bear shifter, and he’d never had sex with anyone else before. On and on he thrust, until my nails dug into his back.

“Asher—”

“I know.”

I was scooped up, held close as he went back on his heels, never stopping for a second. We bounced together until the pleasure spiked hard inside me. Beautiful prickles of golden light filled my body, setting every nerve ending alight, and that would’ve been a perfectly lovely way to end things.

But Asher wasn’t satisfied.

“Every time you clamp down on me, you work my baculum free,” he growled. “Until I can’t hold back anymore. Tell me you don’t need that self-restraint. Tell me you need me, all of me.”

“God, yes,” I panted, clinging to his shoulders as I met him stroke for stroke, until something stopped us cold.

If I thought I knew pleasure before, that now changed. Something shifted inside him, jutting out and then digging right in, dragging a scream from me. Ragged and broken, it told the whole room what I was feeling.

“You’re OK?” Kyle loomed over Asher’s shoulder. “Fuck, tell me you’re OK, Imogen.”

“Not OK.” I laughed then at my own cowardice, the idiotic fear that would’ve had me missing out on this. “So much better than that.”

I couldn’t manage any other words as Asher’s strokes shifted from hard and brutal to much shorter, gentle ones that sent great ripples of pleasure throughout my entire body.

Honestly, I may have passed out just a little. I couldn’t see, hear anything, just this. Just him, just us. I gripped Asher’s shoulders as I came back to myself, clawing at him to get closer.

“Perfect. I feel perfectly amazing.”

“Because you are to us,” Asher growled, all that hard exterior well and truly cracked open.

I’m not sure if he realised, but I saw past the mask then. Something vulnerable, something so very intense he was terrified he’d exhaust everyone around him in his need for more. That hunger was a twin of my own, and for a moment I just witnessed that. Nodding, I made clear I felt just the same. But he was not the only mate I had, so that’s why my head rolled backwards.

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