Page 105 of Mated to the Mountain Bear
Her breath hitches, and she nods, cheeks flushing darker. “Every night.”
The image nearly undoes me. I lean down, inhaling deeply, and her hips buck.
“I’m going to make you so happy.” I promise, my hands sliding higher. “Every day, Zara. You’ll never regret coming back to me.”
The playfulness fades from her expression as she props herself up on her elbows. “Ben, I love you. I’m yours. I might have been away, but I never really left you.”
Satisfied she understands what’s about to happen, I let my bear push forward. He wants what’s his. Now.
“We’re never spending another night apart,” I demand, forcing her knees wider. “Never again, Zara. You’re mine.”
She chants “yes” softly as I strip off my own clothes, her eyes tracking every movement. When my cock springs free, thick and already leaking, her tongue darts out to wet her lips. The gesture is unconscious, but it makes me throb.
“I love you too, Zara. But my bear needs this. He needs you.” I wrap my hand around my cock, stroking once as I position myself between her spread thighs. “So I’m about to fuck you until you’re screaming for my mark. And then, I’ll give it to you.”
Her eyes go wide, but her pussy clenches visibly as more wetness gathers there. “Please,” she whispers, and that single word destroys the last of my control.
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Jerry scratches at the door, whining pitifully, but neither of us acknowledges him. We’re lost in this moment. In each other.
The first press of him against my entrance makes me gasp. He’s right there, so close to being inside me, but he pauses.
“So how does this work?” I ask, suddenly nervous now that the moment is here. I can feel him throbbing against me, thick and intimidating. “The marking, I mean. Does it hurt? Will I... will I feel different after?”
Before I can spiral completely, Ben slides his hands underneath my back. With his palms rough against my skin, he flips us so I’m on top, and he’s resting comfortably with his back against the headboard. The movement is so smooth, so effortless, that it takes my brain a moment to catch up.
Disoriented now, I throw my hands out to steady myself against his chest. At my touch, he rumbles, and I can feel his bear’s approving vibrations in my fingertips as they travel up my arms. Curling them into the smattering of dark hair on his chest, I relax marginally.
From up here, I have control. I set the pace.
Ben’s tight but careful grip of my hips lifts me onto my knees above him. His hands span my waist completely, making me feel small but safe. He swipes his fingers across my entrance, gathering my wetness, and I shiver at the touch. When he uses it to coat his cock, I watch, mesmerised by the sight of his large hand working over himself.
“When you’re taking my cock like a good girl…”
Ben notches himself at my core, making my breath catch at the first press of him against me. His thumb finds my clit, and he strums, even and firm, the calluses on his thumb creating delicious friction.
I melt above him, my eyes falling closed as I forget about the weapon below me that’s ready to split me in two, and I concentrate on the warm pleasure that’s coursing through my veins.
“I’m going to bite you. Right here.”
Ben’s deep voice has me quivering, each husky word making my core coil tighter. When his lips dance where my neck meets my shoulder—barely touching, just breathing hot against my skin—I tilt my head automatically and let my chin fall to the side to give him better access.
“My teeth...” He drags the points along my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. “Will embed my scent in your skin. My smell will mingle with yours, permanently.”
I can feel the tremor in his muscles, the way he’s fighting for control, like even talking about it is affecting him.
“Any shifter who comes near will know you’re mine.” His satisfaction is clear in his voice, in the way his hands possessively stroke my hips, digging into the flesh there as he keeps me still.
This grumpy mountain man wants me permanently. No take backs. No second thoughts.
“Do it.” I beg, tired of talking. I ease my body down slightly, so the head of his cock pushes into me just an inch. The stretch is immediate and intense, but I’m so wet, that he slides in smoothly.
“Fuck,” Ben groans, his hands leaving my hips to grip the bedsheets. The sound of fabric tearing fills the room as his claws appear, shredding them into ribbons. Every vein in his body stands out, and his jaw’s clenched so tight, I can see the muscle jumping. “I wasn’t finished explaining.”
I wiggle my hips, adjusting to his size, before sliding down further. The burn of the stretch mixes with pleasure, making me gasp. It’s a lot, and more than I remember, but I’m eager for more.
