Page 92 of Choose the Bears

I needed her wet, soft, and overheated for what was to come, all fear driven out of her scent, only desire. I smelled that sweetness spike, right as I tugged on one nipple with long, slow swallows. Her hand went to the back of my head, keeping me where I was until I was forced to pull away and tend to the other.

But there was no need to try and do this job all by myself.

“Just like that, huh?” Kyle asked as she started to pant, her ribcage flexing, trying to shove more of her breast in my mouth. I let the nipple pop free, kissing my way down as the others moved in to take my place.

The exact moment when they latched on was clear to me. Her whole body went rigid as she let out a ragged groan, her hands slapping down on the backs of their heads. She wanted, needed pleasure, because for some reason no one had bothered to make sure she had enough before this point. No more. I flicked open the button of her jeans, kissing my way down the sharp blade of her hipbone, right before I started to peel the denim down. She tried to help me, but failed, as the others worked to tease every sensation from her breasts. But when the jeans were tossed aside, I stopped and stared.

Little cotton panties with flowers printed on them, there was something innocent about them. But when I teased them aside, Icaught sight of heaven. Slick, pink, and swollen, she was already aroused but I had to push her further. I pressed my face into the gap, my tongue searching, unable to wait for a taste of her.

Salty and sweet, she coated my tastebuds, and I never wanted to taste anything else. I moved faster and faster, discovering her every fold, right before the tip of my tongue began to circle her clit.

“Yes…”

Her cry was redundant for any man who bothered to read her reactions. She grew wetter, slicker, with every lick, her skin hotter. Then my fingers slid through those soft folds, finding the core of her.

“This is what it’ll be like.” Her eyes flicked open, and she watched me as I traced the gates of heaven. “You’ll pull me close, wanting, needing me inside you.” A little nod was all the approval I needed as I pushed two fingers into her. My teeth locked down feeling that velvety heat clasp tightly around them, able to feel deep in my dick what this would be like. “And I’ll give you every inch.”

My fingers couldn’t go as far as she needed, and as I wiggled them, she let out a little sound of protest, acknowledging that. I was longer, harder, thicker, and that’s what she needed, but she wasn’t ready for that, so this is what she’d have to settle for.

“And right when I’m buried deep inside you, that’s when you’ll feel it.”

Her response was a thin, keening sound. My fingers crooked up, raking across the front wall of her cunt, right before I found it. A rough patch of skin, we’d all been taught to look out for it, knowing this was where she needed it.

“The head of my cock angled just right to hit this spot over and over.”

I began to thrust, making sure to do just that, and I was rewarded with a ragged pant at each pass.

“Making you feel so good, but…”

Her cunt began to flex, twitch around my fingers, because instinctively she knew. With each ripple, she’d work my baculum out until it was ready to shoot free.

“Deep down, you’ll know you need more.”

A frantic nod, she mutely begged for just that.

Kyle moved down then, spreading her folds to lap at her clit, but that wasn’t it. My eyes locked with hers, communicating everything I knew in my gaze. I pulled my fingers free for just a second and she reached for me, ready to push them back in, but I replaced them with three this time.

“No pain, Imogen. That’s not how we work. We can’t ever willingly hurt you, will never want to. Only pleasure.”

I shook my head, caught up now in the sensual tangle of this, feeling like I was everyone at once. Her nipple was in my mouth, being tortured to greater and greater sensual heights. Her clit rolling on my tongue like a marble in oil. But most of all, her slick little cunt that clasped my fingers like she’d never let them go.

“That’s what it’ll be like when we do this for real. My baculum will shoot out because I won’t be able to hold it back.” My fingers dug in hard, but her cry was of ecstasy, not pain. Her eyes went wide as I rubbed them back and forth, faster and faster. “This is a pleasure I can only give my fated mate, and I want it for you with every breath, every fibre of my being. Bliss for you, my mate.”

She couldn’t respond anymore, her eyes going wide. She stared at me and right through me as her body did something I wasn’t sure it’d done before. Orgasms she’d had, but like this? I doubted it by her expression. At first shocked, then elated as she rode the first wave, her hips jerking off the bed, forcing her clit deeper into Kyle’s mouth.

“Fuck, I’m?—”

“Coming?” My lips twisted into a smile. “Of course you are. That’s always the outcome with your fated mates. We live to make you feel all the pleasures you’re capable of and always will. That’s what the baculum is for. Your pleasure, to prolong it, draw it out, until one orgasm bleeds into the next.”

I had more to say, but she made an animalistic sound, pulling free of the others, leaving them swollen mouthed and staring as she lunged at me.

“You made your point,” she growled, more bear than woman herself, and my beast was pleased by this. “I’m not scared anymore.”

I was forced down on my back, my zipper eased down and before I could protest, she had me out and back in her hand.

Right where I was made to be.

My eyes fell closed for just a second, feeling the pleasure of her touch, right before Imogen straddled me.

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