Page 27 of Fated to the Grizzly

He gives a bigger thrust, and suddenly he shoves all the way inside me. All the way to the hilt.

“Ahh!” I gaze up at him, open-mouthed. I feel like he impaled me with his monster dick.

I didn’t think it was possible, but somehow my pussy has accommodated him. It’s pulsating around his thick shaft.

“You’re mine now,” he growls. “All mine.”

A violent shudder runs through me. He’s possessing me. Making me his.

My man. My bear. My hero.

“I’m yours, Orion. Forever.”

He stares into my eyes. “I love you Scout,” he rasps, stroking my cheek.

My heart somersaults. “You do?”

He shakes his head wonderingly. “Everything’s happened so fast, but I’ve never been surer of anything in my life. I love you, my beautiful mate.”

“I love you, too.” The words rush out of me. Then I give a laugh of pure happiness. It’s crazy. He’s covered in wounds; the body of the bear he just killed is lying in the dirt thirty feet below us, and my pussy is throbbing from the onslaught of his cock. But this is the most romantic thing I can imagine.

“And now I’m gonna make you come all over my dick,” he growls, and I quit laughing.

Instead, I give myself over to the power of his cock as it pumps in and out of me.

“So darn tight,” he grunts, screwing himself into me. With every stroke, the pain gets less and this amazing tingling feeling gets stronger.

“Oh, god. Orion,” I mutter against his mouth. “I think I’m going to?—”

I don’t finish my sentence, because an orgasm rips through me. Waves of ecstasy take over my whole body, and I tip back my head andscreaminto the forest. I feel so wild, so free.

Naked, outdoors, with my bear-man screwing me senseless.

“Yeah, that’s it, wild woman,” Orion roars.

Suddenly, he pulls out of me. I stare at him, stunned.

“I’m gonna claim you now. But not here.”

He lifts me off the rail and carries me back into the house.

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Orion

I’m gonna make this special for Scout. She deserves satin sheets and fluffy pillows and every little soft thing her heart desires.

I carry her through to the bedroom that’s all decked out in snowy white, from the walls, to the comforter, to the rugs.

Then I stop in the doorway. My dick is colored pink with the traces of her virginity. That I can definitely deal with. But the rest of it? I’m gonna get blood from all my injuries all over the white sheets, and that’s not gonna be pretty for her, at all.

“Uh, better shower first,” I say, turning a one-eighty.

“In the pool?” she says.

My beast pricks up its ears, detecting a hopeful note to her voice.

“You want me to claim you in the pool?” I growl.

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