Page 108 of Bearly Hanging On

“I know.” He thrust in deep, forcing me to stretch to admit him and then stayed right where he was. “I know, Harper. I know what you want, what you need, and I’ll always give you that. I know I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to make that happen. I just need?—”

“Yes, Kieran.” I stared into his eyes. “Yes, give it to me. Make me…”

I didn’t get to finish that sentence as something strange happened. He pulled back slightly, provoking a desperate whine from me, then all my unspoken prayers were answered. I felt something shift and it wasn’t Kieran’s cock. It jutted out, and as I felt it move, that achey spot inside me throbbed and throbbed, right before something hooked into the core of it.

Pleasure exploded inside me.

The first orgasm was completely spontaneous, but as the waves washed over me, the tide rose. Stirred by some external force, it got bigger and bigger, before crashing down on me again, my cunt spasming frantically around him. He groaned, then started to move and that had me going off again. My breath was nothing more than noisy sobs as my whole body shook through the next wave.

Part of me wanted to stay aloof from this, analyse what was happening and fit it into my frame of reference, but that was not possible. He was a rock, and I was smashing against him, over and over.

“Kieran…”

“I know.”

My brow creased, because he didn’t. There was no way he could feel the bone deep need to abandon my sense of self, consciousness, everything to this sea of pleasure. I’d drown in its depths and go happily. But I stiffened, then found my head flopping sideways, baring my neck.

“I know,” he said in a much deeper, rumblier voice, making me think the bear was right here with us, watching, waiting. For the moment he made me his. His fangs in my throat, burning as the pleasure reached a fever pitch, my brain going white for just a second. Then I slammed back into my body, just in time to buck up against him, riding the last tidal wave of pleasure.

“Fuck, I was going to clean you up.”

Kieran set me down very gently, his hands everywhere as if to check if I was OK.

I wasn’t.

The person before? She didn’t exist anymore. Instead, I’d been transformed into some wobbly legged amoeba.

“That was…” I raised a floppy hand but it quickly fell. “I…”

“Shit.” Kieran’s gaze sharpened. “I hurt you. I fucking hurt you and?—”

My fingers pressed against his lips and then I smiled sloppily.

“Having multiple orgasms doesn’t hurt a girl,” I replied. “And honestly, even if it did. It feels like that? I’d be coming back for more.”

“More, huh?”

We turned around to see a very sleepy looking Mack in the doorway, Tor at his side.

“Well, that’s lucky.” Tor collected me up, walking back to the bedroom. “Because you have three mates now who are going to need a lot of attention.”

“We need to clean Harper up,” Kieran insisted. He flushed when he had our attention. “I started and got… distracted.”

“Sure you did.” Mack went over and turned on the shower in a recess big enough for ten people, not four. “So let's get our mate clean and ready for bed.”

“So we can have more naked fun?” Tor suggested with a grin.

“Sleep,” Mack growled, making clear what he was doing.

“Sleep,” I agreed. “Then really early in the morning, we wake Fur Face up for more naked fun.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” Mack said as I let my head go back under the water, trying to wash the day away. His hands took over massaging it. The pop of a shampoo bottle and then he was scrubbing it clean.

“So we have our first morning as a pack planned,” Tor said, joining us under the shower and scrubbing his body vigorously.

“Every morning,” Kieran promised, pressing a kiss to my lips.

The feel of them all wet, hot, and naked around me in the shower had me thinking about right now, not the morning, but under Mack’s strict supervision, we all ended up in bed, snuggled up tightly.

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