Page 65 of Bearly Hanging On

“Fuck, Harper, I’m gonna come.”

She could pull off if she wanted to, stop herself from copping a mouthful of this, but some part of me turned to gold when she didn’t. Forcing my cock to lodge in her throat, her swallows massaging my load out of me until my roar filled the air.

Mack was right, that was the realisation that hit me as I rode the waves of ecstasy. Before, we barely knew each other, just three strangers drawn together by strange instincts, but this, this was the way it was supposed to be. Feeling her swallow every drop of me had me feeling a bone deep kind of satisfaction that stayed with me as I pulled her free, then cradled her against my chest. It had me buzzing as we laid down on the bed, cuddled into each other.

“You ruined my plan…” I mumbled into her hair.

“What? Did you have some kinky scenario involving the tentacle dildo?” she asked, only her tone betraying her exhaustion. “Because that’s still on the table. For you or me, I’m OK with sharing.”

I couldn’t help but snort, then press a kiss to her forehead.

“No, I was going to mark you.”

“What?” Her head popped off the pillow as she stared down at me.

“Not permanently.” I fought back a yawn. “My cum, if I rub it on your skin, it's a pretty good shifter deterrent. It declares who you belong to.”

“So it would keep creepers like those idiots away?” She pushed me onto my back, that beautiful body sliding over mine as she straddled my hips. My balls had just been drained, but my dick didn’t seem to get the message. It was still half hard, and at the wet kiss of her cunt, it was moving towards full mast. I forced my eyes open, rewarded by the sight of her beautiful breasts. “Why didn’t you lead with that?” Her hips moved in a sensuous pass, rousing me with every thrust. “What’s the refractory time of a bear like?”

“Really fucking short, apparently,” I said, throwing her on her back and then moving between her legs. Rubbing my cock on her wet cunt had my fangs grinding together because it took every bit of my control to stop from thrusting inside her. “Ready for round two?”

I lost count of the rounds as we very dutifully applied my cum and hers all over her body. Harper had wrinkled her nose when I said she couldn’t have a shower the next morning, but a kiss and a promise one or more of us would be back to pick her up from work to reapply more had her smiling.

“Don’t leavework unless it’s with one of us,” I told her as I dropped her off at the front of her workplace. “Not for anything.”

“How am I leaving?” she said with a smile, wrapping her arms around my neck. “You didn’t let me take my car and Ubers are expensive. So your boss will be OK with you guys being my personal bodyguards?”

“We work for the family company and my dads wouldn’t expect anything less.”

I moved in, unable to keep my mouth off hers for long, especially when she let out a pleased little hum with each kiss. It threatened to go on and on until her boss came out the front.

“You starting your shift any time soon there, lover girl?” The woman nodded to me. “You can come back later and mop the floors, but right now I need your girl.”

Me too, I wanted to say. Me too.

We ended up pulling apart, but the warm haze Harper left stayed with me, right up until I arrived on the work site.

“Evening,” one of my dads said with a smirk as he passed by, but Mack and Tor pushed forward.

“Where the hell have you been?” Tor snapped.

“And more importantly, why didn’t you come home?” Mack shook his head, his disappointment plain. “I thought we talked about this. Tell me you didn’t mate Harper.”

“I didn’t.” This was when the afterglow started to fade, because reality insisted on reasserting itself. “Though it might’ve been better if I did. We’ve got a problem.” Mack’s brows jerked down into a deeper frown. “There were some wolf shifters at the carnival last night.” It looked like we were going to get some rain later in the day, but the heavy clouds had nothing on Mack, his expression thunderous. “We ran into Joker, Vinnie, and Gray last night.”

“You…” Mack jerked back, hands balled into fists, grey fur prickling across his skin. When he looked back at me, his eyes were silvery. “Fuck!”

Chapter 27

Harper

“Still smiling?” Sharon shook her head. “You can grin all the way to the dumpster.” She nodded to the full bins. “Off you go, Smiley.”

I didn’t even complain about being on bin duty. Instead, I grabbed the garbage bag out, tied it off, and then hoisted it out to lug it out. Apparently, all I needed to get through a work day with a smile on my face was multiple orgasms. It was the memory of them that had me smiling all the way out to the dumpster at the back of the cafe. After I’d slung the bag in, a series of low buzzes had me reaching into my pocket and pulling out my phone.

“Hello?” I said, still grinning, sure I knew who was on the other end of the line.

“Is that my Harper?” Nanna’s creaky tones greeted me instead.

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