Page 61 of Hunny and the Bear

Before she could take the material off, he ordered, “Don’t.”

Her brow furrowed in confusion, but that changed as soon as he stepped out of his jeans, his erection jutting out in front of him, precum already nestled on the tip. She’d kept him hard for damn near an hour, but soon enough, he’d have his relief.

Her eyes became heavy-lidded with desire as he stepped into her space, her hands automatically finding his hips and holding on. “I want to undress you, darlin’.”

Hunny swallowed thickly, moving her eyes slowly from his erection and up to his face, her expression filled with trust and a sensual hunger that had more pearly liquid dribbling onto his cockhead. “Okay,” she breathed.

Slowly, he grabbed the shirt she wore, pulling it over her head. Excitement knotted in his gut as he did so, like he was unwrapping the greatest gift he’d ever received. In a sense, he was. Dropping the material carelessly to the floor, he stared down at Hunny’s lovely body, his heart pounding and his mouth watering.

Her nipples were hard, the twin peaks practically begging for his kiss. His tongue. He couldn’t wait to see how they’d look in a few months, and distracted, he wondered if she’d let him have a taste when she started producing milk.

Was that perverted, that the thought of tasting her sweetness in every way made his dick ache more than ever? Probably, but he didn’t really give a fuck.

“What are you thinking?” Hunny asked quietly, a curious note in her voice. “Your scent … it’s stronger, but not just from lust. It’s almost like—”

“Do you know much about mating a bear shifter?” he asked huskily, planting his knee on the bed beside her. Immediately, she scooted back, getting more fully onto the mattress. He followed her, not stopping until she was flat on her back and he was looming over her, his hands roaming over her soft skin.

“No, I don’t know much of anything except we’re going to mark one another.” Hunny’s eyes moved to his neck, and she licked her lips, humming softly. “I know it’s different when it’s a chosen mate instead of a fated one, but regardless, a bond will form between us. We’ll eventually be able to sense each other’s emotions, even from a great distance.”

Tank nodded. “Bears differ from most other shifters. When we’re about to mate someone, chosen or fated, our scent thickens as it seeps from our pores.” He could smell his musk enhancing even now, and he slipped a hand over one of her breasts, fingers finding the stiff peak and pinching it.

Hunny gasped, her cheeks heating as she arched her back, pressing more firmly against his hand. “Why?”

“Because when I make you mine, when my teeth sink into your neck and mark you, my scent will linger afterward.” Cupping the underside of her breast, he bent down, licking her nipple. He popped it into his mouth, sucking hard as she whimpered beneath him.

Her hands fisted into his hair, pulling him in closer. “How long does your scent last on me?”

Regretfully, he released her nipple, blowing on the rosy tip before answering. “Forever, Hunny. Traces of my scent willalways linger on your skin, so that any shifter you encounter knows who you belong to.Me,” he declared heatedly, lifting his head and taking her mouth once more.

Hungry for her, Tank pinned her beneath him, careful of her tiny baby bump as he devoured her with his tongue. Grabbing her hips, he ground his erection against her, shuddering as pleasure whipped through him, demanding more, urging him to spread her pretty little thighs and take what belonged to him. And Hunny belonged to him. Every inch of her body, her heart, washis.

She returned his kiss just as eagerly, and he bucked his hips in surprise as she fisted his length, brushing his tip with her thumb and smearing his cum over the surface. Spreading her legs, Hunny tried to fit him against her entrance, but he pulled back, breathing hard as he looked down at her.

His female, his lover, hismate.

“Don’t make me beg for you to fill me,” Hunny whined, biting her lower lip as she gripped him harder, stroking him with a tight fist when he didn’t budge. Tank hissed out a strangled breath—the sound caught between a groan and a feral growl.

“If you keep this up, I won’t be able to go slow, little rabbit.” And he hadn’t even prepared her yet. “The pleasure from the mating bite is going to make this over with quick enough.” Although he’d never experienced it, he’d heard of it—how each partner was so overcome with pleasure from the claiming bite that it was impossible to last long.

“I don’t want slow. I wantyou.” Hunny wrapped her legs around his waist, his cock brushing against her soaked entrance. He groaned, sinking his tip into her tight, wet heat. His canines lengthened dangerously, his gums aching as he brought his mouth to her throat, kissing her soft skin.

Tilting her head to the side and exposing her neck just like the perfect little submissive she was, Hunny whispered, “Make me your mate, Henry. Claim me.”

A growl, more bear than man, erupted from him. He thrust forward, his cock shoving home right as his teeth pierced where her neck met her shoulder. Warm blood filled his mouth, and she cried out, her nails finding his back and scratching down his spine, leaving her own mark on him while he took her.

Tank was barely aware of his hips slamming against hers, flesh slapping together as pleasure assailed him, her hoarse, desperate cries ringing in his ears each time he pumped inside her. His teeth sank deeper, and his eyes rolled back into his head as she gripped his ass, rocking her own hips to meet each of his thrusts.

“Don’t stop, it feels so good! Harder, bite me harder!” Hunny whimpered, her nails piercing his skin as she clung on tighter. A shudder raced down his spine, and he picked up his pace, plunging into her over and over. “Henry! Yes! Just like that—” She threw her head back into the pillows as she orgasmed, her body stiffening as her pussy gripped him, spasming around his shaft until he nearly blacked out. His balls drew up, his own release seconds away.

Removing his teeth from her flesh, he licked over the bite mark, possessive satisfaction thrumming through his veins at the sight of it. It would never fade, a symbol to everyone that Hunny was a claimed female.Hisclaimed female.

Unable to resist the temptation, Tank plundered her mouth with his tongue, each pump of his hips causing Hunny to moan raggedly, her thighs cradling him close to her body. He devoured those small sounds, filling her to the brim with all that he had, all that he was.

“Your turn, baby,” he murmured as he felt a familiar tingle start in his spine. He drank softly from her lips before angling his neck for her, his body coiled with anticipation.

Hunny looked up at him then, sending him a sated smile that threatened to steal his breath, her eyes drowsy with passion as she traced a spot at the base of his neck with her finger. “Here?”

Blood heating, and his cock twitching, Tank shook his head. “Higher,” he commanded huskily.

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