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He shouldered my legs apart and hunkered down on his belly, his face directly in front of my pussy. “I’m not saying itwon’thappen. I’m just saying we’re not there yet. We’re a unit because ofyou,not because we want to be. Give us time.”

I nodded. “I know. I appreciate that you guys haven’t fought or killed each other.”

He smirked, and his tongue flicked out, hitting my clit. “One thing the three of us can agree on is that we never want to hurt you.” He hummed and histongue slid out between the seam of his lips. “The food I ate was tasteless.Thisis the honey I’ve been craving. Spread your thighs a little wider, babe. Your bear is starving.”

Dear god. The man’s words alone were enough to turn me into a puddle, but when he latched onto my clit with his lips and sucked like his life depended on it, I nearly passed out. Then two long, thick fingers probed my center. However, he only slipped in one at first, then the other, once I was more relaxed. He pressed up on my G-spot, curling and applying pressure until I could barely think straight. The harder he pressed, the wetter I became. It was like a button for a soda fountain. And he knew exactly what he was doing. I shouldn’t have been turned on by the subtle slurping sound he made, but I was. He was coaxing more out of me because he loved how I tasted. He wanted all I could give him, and who was I to deny my bear?

Reaching down, I gripped his hair with my fingers, pulling just slightly as he slid one finger around my center, then down between my cheeks. I lifted my hips just enough and tipped my pelvis, waiting for the next breach. I was so turned on that nothing hurt. This was exactly where I needed to be to take my bear properly. To have him claim me the way that mates were supposed to.

I was ready.

Zandren showed me nothing but patience, kindness, and honesty since we met. He was a teddy bear wrapped in the fur of a killing machine. I knew he’d never hurt me, let alone make me feel unsafe or unloved. As I said the night we mate-bonded: with him, I felt seen. I felt cherished. I didn’tfallin love with him. I slid into love with him so seamlessly, so effortlessly, it was like two perfect puzzle pieces finally finding each other.

I rode his face, bucking up and holding him against me as he slid one finger into my ass. “Oh god,” I breathed, tightening my grip on his hair.

“You need to come for me, Little One,” he murmured, removing his fingers from my pussy and replacing it with his tongue. “I need to taste that release. Then I’ll fill you up. Then I’ll give you what you want. But me first.”

I had to laugh at that statement.Him first.

Uh, pretty sure he was bringingmepleasure, but he was under the impressionhe was taking what he wanted first. Sure, buddy. Let’s give you want you want first. Any day.

I tugged him tighter against me, enough so that he may have struggled to breathe slightly, but I was so delirious with the need to come, with the pleasurable heat spreading through me, that I didn’t really care. He’d find a way to take a breath if he needed one. He flattened out his tongue and swept it from my center to my clit hood and back, keeping in time with the rhythm I had while I used his hair as a lever. I was so close now.

My breathing was ragged, my brain was nothing but sparkly dust, and my belly grew warm and tingly.

“Come, Omaera,” he commanded, sliding two fingers back inside of me and sucking hard on my clit.

I didn’t come.

I didn’t climax.

I didn’t orgasm.

I fucking exploded.

Coming was the understatement of the century. There was no cliff to scale, to summit, to reach. I didn’t even set foot on the ground. I was flying the entire time, and when the pleasure became too much to bear and hetoldme to come, it was like my feet became rockets and I was hurled up into the stratosphere, breaking the sound barrier, and leaving the atmosphere until I was left breathless and dizzy.

One thing was for sure, these paranormal beasts were very good in bed. I’d been with all three of them in some way now, and none of them were selfish. They were generous, patient, and very,verythorough.

With a final sweep of his tongue up from my center and over my clit, he made me shudder in the echoes of my release, before he surged up and over me, the thickness between his legs knocking my inner thigh. “Your pace, Little One. Go as slow as you need.”

Biting my lip, I blinked up at him, so overcome with love for this bear that I had no fear about him fitting or it hurting anymore. He would fit, because he was mine. He was made for me, and I was made for him. The Fates wouldn’tpair us if we weren’t meant to connect in every way.

Smiling coyly, I pressed my hands into his chest and pushed him off me until he fell to his back. Then I sat up, hooked a leg over his waist, and straddled him.

His honey-brown eyes glittered with lust and amusement as I lifted up onto my knees, gripped him by the base of his shaft, and pressed the head to my heated entrance.

Following his gaze, I had to smile at how transfixed he was, watching himself slowly disappear inside of me. I’d never felt so full in all my life, and he wasn’t even halfway in yet.

An idea popped into my head and I paused, still holding onto him. I glanced around the room.

Ah-ha!

Without hesitation, I leaped off Zandren’s lap, his cock slipping out of me, and skipped over to the dresser where a small hand mirror lay.

I picked it up and brought it back over to the bed, instantly straddling him again, taking his cock and notching him at my center. But I didn’t start to sink down yet. I positioned the mirror in a way so that I could see what he saw. So that I could see my body stretching to accommodate him, to welcome him home.

His hands fell to my hips, his eyes chocolate-and-honey-colored fire now as I slowly began to sink down.

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