Page 50 of Hunny and the Bear

Then, on legs that shook slightly less, she ventured back into the living room where Tank was still sprawled out on the couch. As soon as he spotted the mug in her hand, he grimaced, though he took it from her all the same.

“No funny faces, Henry.” Hunny rolled her eyes, straddling his lap. His erection had gone down, but as soon as she settled over him, she felt it twitch to life, like a zombie rising from the grave, ready to eat her brains. Well, hopefully he’d be ready to eat somethingelse.

Grumbling, he took a drink, eyes widening in surprise before taking another larger gulp. “This actually isn’t bad,” he commented. “Must be getting used to it.”

“I added a secret ingredient,” she teased lightly, watching him from under her lashes as he stilled.

“What did you put in it?”

Hunny shrugged nonchalantly. “Well, I figured since you wanted me to lick your fingers clean, you might want a taste ofus, too.” She pursed her lips. “It took some effort to put all of our mixed cum on a spoon, but—”

“Fuck me,” Tank muttered under his breath, staring down at the mug like it was an alien. And then he downed the rest, sending her a curious look when she gaped at him in bewilderment. “What?”

“I can’t believe you just drank that!”

“Why not? It wasn’t too hot.”

Hunny sputtered, her eyes wild. “Because I told you I putcumin there,” she whispered dramatically, like it was a dirty little secret.

He shrugged. “I don’t give a damn, darlin’. I thought about licking you clean when you stood up. Drinking it from a cup isn’t much different.”

Desire flared to life, her aching center oblivious to the fact that she’d already orgasmed three times in the last hour. “I wasjoking, obviously. I wouldn’t do that!” Hunny exclaimed, feeling flustered and hot. She might have been joking, but he’d drunk it all, fully believing she’d tampered with his tea. “You’re such a pervert, Henry!”

And why was that suddenly such a turn-on?

Giving her a teasing growl, Tank pulled her back against him, kissing her sweetly on the lips. “You like it,” he murmured darkly, nipping her lower lip.

The scent of their mixed arousal filled the air once more, and Hunny wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her forehead resting against his. “I like it,” she whispered softly.

“And you like me.”

She cracked a smile. “And I like you.”

His shaft swelled between her thighs, and her breath caught as he stood up with his arm cradling her ass, dropping the mugonto the coffee table with a clank. “How about we take a shower, and then I fuck you until you fall asleep?”

Hunny’s brows rose, her core tightening with need. “I know you said you wanted pussy for breakfast, Henry, but how about a late-night snack?”

“Christ, you’re perfect,” he murmured, holding her more securely to his chest. Hunny laughed lightly, letting him carry her upstairs.

Twenty

Tank prowled the border of bear territory impatiently, the moon providing ample light. He wasn’t the only bear out on patrol tonight; Colter was at the other end of the perimeter, and Dante was lurking somewhere nearby, hunting for a trace of the wolf shifter they were still attempting to hunt down.

It had only been a few hours since Tank had left Hunny, sated and sleeping in his bed, and already he was eager to get back to her. Not just so they could have sex—which they’d be doing againverysoon—but also because he wanted to hold her in his arms while she slept. He wanted to feel her breath tickle his chest as he held her to him, wanted to let her adorable little snores lull him to sleep, just like they had all week.

Only this time, she washis.

Then, after they’d rested, he’d wake her up just like he’d promised; with his tongue buried in her juicy cunt. He nearly groaned at the thought, remembering the taste he’d had of her earlier tonight before he’d left for patrol. Honey, vanilla, and the sweet essence of woman. She tastedperfect.

He licked his snout, the memory an aphrodisiac he never wanted to forget. Having so much of her tonight and then being forced to leave her side shortly after fucking sucked.

Tank huffed under his breath, his paws padding heavily on the ground as he completed another circuit around his section of the woods. The wait to be back at his little rabbit’s side was agonizing, but even as he thought about it, his gut clenched, his breath shallowing in anticipation. At least, after another few hours of working, he’d come home and find her tangled up in his sheets, naked and sleeping in his bed.

The image was enough to have his blood heating and his body coiling with sensual tension, begging to be released. Who knew he could crave so much of someone so quickly? That all it would take was a single night of pleasure to turn his entire world upside down.

Although, that wasn’t quite right, was it? His world had tilted on its axis just over a week ago, in these very woods, when he’d first found Hunny.

There was a brief stirring in Tank’s mind before he heard Murphy ask,How’s patrol going?

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