Page 28 of Fated to the Grizzly

She raises an eyebrow. “If claim means fuck me a whole lot more, that’s ahell, yes.”

My beast purrs. Before she’s finished her sentence, I’m already striding toward the spiral staircase, making for the pool like my dick’s got a homing device attached to the end of it.

In a minute, I’m walking down the stone steps into the water. She gives a sigh as the warmth envelops us.

But then she gazes at me worriedly. “Doesn’t it sting?”

“Huh?”

“Doesn’t the saltwater hurt your wounds?”

“Shifters heal fast. Just need to get this filth off of me.” I gently release her into the water, then I wade over to the waterfall and start scrubbing at my skin.

“Hey, hey.” She catches my hand. “You got a washcloth or something?”

“Uh, over there.” I point to the sink in the corner, where there’s a little basket of single-use hand towels. My interior designer said chicks dig that kinda thing. I go to grab one, but Scout lays her hand on my arm.

“Let me.”

I watch, awed, as she steps out of the water and retrieves a cloth. Her naked body is any man’s dream, her big, round tits bouncing as she walks. And I love that she’s not shy for me to see it.

She joins me under the waterfall. I try one more time to grab the cloth from her.

“Nuh-uh,” she says. A stern look fills her emerald eyes, and it connects directly with my cock.

Then she washes me all over. She makes me bend down so she can reach my face and shoulders. She’s washing away the marks from the beast I conquered, and preparing me to claim her.

Holy crap, that’s sexy. My cock is harder than ever, sticking out like a flagpole as she works around it, gently wiping the dried blood from my hips and thighs.

At last, she stands back and examines her handiwork. “You’re almost healed,” she says, eyes sparkling in wonder. Christ, she looks like an angel, her hair flowing into the water and her perfect tits rising above the surface.

My beast pushes up beneath my skin, bursting with impatience. Now my cock’s already been inside her, it can’t understand why I’ve been holding back.

I reach for her with a growl.

When I flip her around, she makes a sound of surprise. But it turns into a sigh as I lift up her wet hair and plant kisses all over her neck. I grasp her lovely tits and squeeze them a little. Two perfect handfuls, with those delicious, caramel-colored nipples pebbling beneath my fingers.

I slip a hand between her thighs, feeling how wet she’s getting. She’s ready.

I keep my finger on her clit as I walk her across the pool. I’m heading for the in-pool lounger in the corner. I gently bend her over it, and it works even better than I dreamed. Her ass rises up out of the water; two ripe, peachy globes. I spread her cheeks, needing to see everything—her little rosebud pucker, and her perfect pink pussy, a little reddened from the intrusion of my cock.

My dick pulses. What an incredible sight.

Claim her!my beast roars.

I press the head of my cock against her entrance. She tenses at first, then I feel her relax around me, like she’s welcoming me in.

Slowly, I slide my length into her. Feel her little muscles spasm around me. The sight of my dick filling her up almost makes me shoot my load.

But, no. That’s not gonna happen until she’s come all over my cock. Three times at least.

I pull out a little, then thrust in deeper.

She moans, and a smile tugs at my lips.

I know my baby likes that friction. So, I keep giving it to her, bit by bit.

By the time I hit home, she’s all sprawled over the lounger, ass raised, begging me for more.

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