Page 32 of Burned By My Mate

She steps out of her pants, and I pick her up and carry her over to our bed. I spread her out in the middle of the bed and come down over her.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

She blushes and smiles up at me shyly, her hands trailing over my body.

“You’re so hot…and so big,” she says, and my bear puffs out his chest at her words.

I kiss her as she continues to map out the lines of my body with her fingertips. She’s driving me crazy, and she’s not even trying.

I break the kiss and start to trail little nips and licks down her neck. My body moves lower, prowling down hers like the beast that I am. She stretches her legs wider, letting me settle in the v between them.

I can feel how hot, wet, and ready she is for me, her juices slicking my stomach as I cup her breasts, my fingers pinching the hard peaks.

“Oh!” She cries out in surprise, and I look up at her face, taking in her flushed cheeks and the glazed look in her eyes.

She liked it,my bear growls, and I nod and do it again.

She arches up into my touch, and I grin as I kiss my way down her stomach. I can smell her desire, and I lick my lips. I can’t wait to get my first taste of her. I can’t wait until all of her juices are coating my tongue and face.

I tease her nipples, giving them one more pinch before I slide my hands down her sides and grip her thighs. I pry them open even wider and settle my shoulders between them.

“Fuck, mate,” I groan when I see her pink, drenched core.

“Logan,” she says hesitantly, and I hum a second before I lean forward and bury my face between her soaked folds.

Honey. Honey and cinnamon.

That’s what she tastes like, and I’m instantly addicted.

My bear moans in my head, and I groan as I bury my face between her legs.

My tongue circles her snug opening, and I tease her hole until she’s sobbing my name and squirming against my face. I can tell that she’s close, balancing right on the edge, and I’m dying to make her come.

“Logan!” She cries, and I moan, my lips wrapping around her clit and sucking the sensitive nub into my mouth.

“Logan!” She screams even louder, and I groan.

My tongue rolls over the little pearl, and her thighs snap shut around my ears. Her fingers tangle in my hair, and she grips it tight, holding me against her.

As if I would ever try to get away.

“Logan,” she moans when I slip one finger into her dripping core.

I graze my teeth against her clit, and she goes off.

She comes against my face, screaming my name so loud that it threatens to deafen me. My bear roars in my head, pleased and proud that we got our mate off.

I lick Emerson through the orgasm. My finger slips in and out of her slowly, curling to find that secret spot inside of her and rubbing until her juice starts to run down my finger and coat my hand.

“Again?” She gasps, her eyes wide as they lock with mine.

“Uh-huh. Need to get you ready,” I tell her as I add a second finger.

I keep my eyes locked on my mate's face, and I watch as pleasure takes over her features. She’s close again, and I add my thumb, circling her clit in slow circles just like her nipples earlier. Emerson moans, her hips starting to rock harder against my hand.

“That’s it, mate. Ride my hand.”

She moans, her eyes falling closed as she grips my shoulders and uses them as leverage to ride my fingers. Her nails dig into my skin, and my bear and I both moan at the feeling, loving that we’ll have a mark from our mate, too. Emerson’s breaths become choppy, a red flush spreading across her cheeks as she nears her peak. Her red hair is tangled around her head, a few strands starting to stick to her forehead. Her eyes open, locking on mine as she comes again, her mouth forming a perfect O as she squirms against my hand.

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