Page 70 of Bear Facts

Freya felt the change in herself as the kiss deepened. She sought Shane with hands and mouth, losing herself in him and to the mate frenzy.

Her jacket slid to the floor at the same time she clawed at Shane’s sweatshirt, dragging it off over his head. More kisses, these frantic, as her own shirt came off. Next, her bra, and after that, they grappled to open each other’s jeans, Freya shimmying hers off as Shane nearly fell over jerking his away.

In underwear alone, they came back to each other, kisses turning hot, wild. Shane’s touch slid down her body, hands cupping her hips. He jerked her closer, his strength unrestrained, until they overbalanced.

Freya didn’t fight it as they went down to the softness of the sofa, Shane’s body supporting Freya’s as they landed.

She barely noted where they were as she slid over Shane, seeking his mouth again. Her breasts met his chest, and his strong arms held her close.

Freya raised her head and gazed down at Shane. His dark eyes held hers, his short hair mussed from their play. A few days ago, she’d noticed how attractive he was, and now he was burned on her senses forever.

The observation lasted only a moment. Shane pulled her down for another kiss, his hands molding her waist before he slid them under the waistband of her panties. Freya gasped a moan as he moved fingers between her legs, finding and stroking the hotness there.

What was left of Freya’s self-control splintered. She’d had sex before—a few truncated and not very satisfactory encounters with human men. She’d had to practically turn herself inside out to hide that she was Shifter.

Freya had soon concluded that seeking physical relationships with humans wasn’t worth it. She understood abruptly now why those experiences had always left her disappointed. She’d never been able to let go, never had the yearning she now had for Shane.

His touch brought her to life. Freya cried out with fevered joy, a dark passion she’d never known winding through her. She heard herself shouting Shane’s name, and his hoarse rumble in response.

Freya jerked at his boxer briefs, wanting to bare the hard cock she felt through them. She’d half shift and rip the underwear from him if she had to.

Shane released her to slide the fabric from his hips and then to pull hers down too. Freya laughed as they found themselves on the floor, the rug’s softness cradling them.

Shane rolled onto her, bracing his weight to keep from crushing her. His smile warmed her through and rendered his face incredibly handsome. Freya touched his blunt cheekbones, traced his strong lips.

His entire body was delectable. Strong shoulders, hard chest, firm abdomen, and the trim line of hair that pointed to his thick cock.

“You are beautiful,” Shane told her. He brushed back her hair, drawing his fingers through it. “You look at me with those wolf’s eyes, and I’m gone.”

Shane’s eyes, brown and soft, were the sexiest Freya had ever seen.

“Don’t be gone,” she whispered. “Be here with me.”

Shane’s fierce kiss ended the conversation. Freya felt his cock at her opening, and the floor seemed to spin. She held on to him, her head rocking back as he slid inside her.

What Freya had held back from her past encounters surged up and broke free, the wild thing inside her released.

She wound herself around Shane, squeezing him as he rocked into her. Shane groaned with his thrusts, every kiss scorching. The rug’s friction burned her back, but Freya barely felt the sting.

She only knew Shane inside her, the two of them one. The glow from the fireplace seemed to take on a blue tinge, as though a nimbus surrounded them, but Freya was too far gone in frenzy to find that odd.

Shane kissed and nipped at her, and Freya laughed as she nipped him back. He growled like a bear, but remained human, and Freya forced her hands not to sprout claws.

Being with a Shifter was crazy and untamed, and matched the primal need inside Freya. She cried out as Shane brought her to the height of her desire, his own peak hitting at almost the same time.

They thrust together, heat to heat, the frenzy not subdued in any way.

When Shane collapsed, breathless onto her, Freya held him, searching for her own breath. Shane grinned down at her in a combination of dark passion and the mischievousness that was himself.

Freya laughed and then yelped as Shane slid inside her again, proving his own frenzy was just as strong as hers, and like hers, nowhere near sated.

The feral wolf in the woods laid its head on its paws. It knew exactly what was going on inside the cabin, the pheromones from two frenzied Shifters not very subtle.

The crazed part of the wolf told it that they were vulnerable now and could be savaged, as it had done with the other arrogant fool of a Lupine.

The last shred of the wolf’s sanity made it stay in the bed of leaves it had hollowed out for itself and keep watch. Guarding.

The two inside were mates—the glow of the forming mate bond was there for all to see. They would know of no danger until it was too late.

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