Page 9 of Bearly Mine
“You’re so wet for me,” he rasped, lifting his hand to his mouth and licking the moisture he collected. “And you taste so good.”
He dove at my core and began licking, holding my legs wide with his hands to give him better access. I whimpered and moaned, my upper body twisting against the bed beneath me while he held my lower body still with his firm hands. His tongue skated across my clit and I tried to buck, but couldn’t. There was no escaping the pleasure he wrung from my body. He drove me higher until I focused on nothing but him and what he was doing to me.
“Please,” I begged, fisting the bedspread in my hands. “I need…I need...”
He smiled against me and I worried he would continue to drag it out, but then he sucked my clit into his mouth just as he slid a finger inside me and I flew apart, screaming his name. It seemed like the pleasure stretched on forever. When I came down, he was hovering over me, the tip of his cock nudging at my entrance. He swooped down and kissed me deeply as he surged forward, filling me. His mouth swallowed my cries, and he stilled, waiting for me to adjust.
Soon I was gripping his back, urging him on, and he rocked back and forth, picking up the pace as I moved beneath him. I didn’t recognize the breathy voice coming from me, pleadingwith him to take me harder. He lifted my legs and pounded into me, filling me completely. My eyes drifted closed, and he growled. “Look at me.”
I instantly responded to his command, meeting his intense gaze. I couldn’t look away now if I tried. My breath came out in short pants as my peak approached. This time, I wanted him with me, so I squeezed my muscles around his cock, his rhythm faltering briefly before moving even faster. He lifted my arms over my head, holding them in place as his hips slammed against mine.
My world narrowed to the gray of his eyes, and the building climax. He held my gaze as waves of pleasure rolled over me, my body shuddering as I twitched and arched from the shocks and sparks. He continued pounding me through my orgasm, his movements becoming jerky as he followed me into bliss, spurting deep inside of me, my name on his lips.
He rolled us over so his weight wouldn’t crush me, and I clung to his side, not wanting the moment to end. His arms wrapped around me, holding me close as if he felt the same way. We were both slick with sweat, our bodies heaving from the exertion, and my thighs were sticky. But I’d never experienced anything close to the satisfaction and wonder that I did while laying in Dean’s arms.
SIX
Dean
Lily fit like she belonged in my arms. I pressed a kiss against the top of her head before flopping back against my pillow. Somehow, I was both exhausted and invigorated at the same time. I knew about mates in theory, but now, having experienced what it was like with my mate, I finally understood all the fuss.
Her stomach growled, and I let out a chuckle. “We never finished supper. Sorry about that.”
“You have nothing to apologize for,” she slurred, rubbing her cheek against my chest. “We can always heat it up. Later. When I can move again.”
“Sounds like a plan,” I said. Then her stomach repeated its growl, and my bear pushed me to feed my mate. I didn’t want to let her go, but the need to care for her strengthened. I extricated myself from our embrace, picking her up to slide her beneath the covers. “Let me go get you some food. I’ll be right back.”
When I returned with a plate of food, she was sitting, holding the bedsheet against her chest while the blanket pooled on her lap. Her blonde hair was tousled, but it looked like she had tried to straighten it. She bit her plump lower lip as she watched mecross the room, her gaze dropping to my cock, which stirred at the look in her eyes.
“Food first.” I told her, though it was probably more for me. I sat beside her on the bed and lifted a forkful of pasta to her kiss-swollen lips. Her mouth closed around the fork and she made a sound of pleasure as she slid the food off the tines. She kept up the noises, interspersing bites with licking her lips, and as soon as I thought she’d had enough, I put the plate to the side and pounced on her.
This time was slower, as I tried to communicate what she meant to me through our bodies. The urge to mark her grew stronger, to bite her so that any shifter who saw would know she was mine, but I resisted. She needed to know what it meant before I did that. It was the ultimate commitment for a shifter, and I wouldn’t rush her.
Afterwards, I played with her hair, wrapping the silky strands around my fingers as she traced patterns against my chest. She propped her chin on the back of her hands and met my gaze. Her green eyes were thoughtful as she observed me. “I really wish I had gotten the job in Dryston. Now I won’t just be losing Maddie if I have to move away.”
“You don’t need to move anymore. Except to come stay with me.”
“I need a job.”
“I got you one.” I grinned at her, rubbing at the crease that formed between her eyes.
“What are you talking about?” She frowned, her gaze narrowing.
“I talked to my mom when she was here. Their community will expand the school, and you can teach the younger bear shifters.”
She jerked away, sitting up and staring down at me. “Why would you do that?”
“So you can stay. I knew you’d insist on having a job, even though I can support you without one.” I lifted onto my elbows as a quick warning flashed through me. She didn’t look happy.
“I don’t need your pity job.” Lily slid out of bed and gathered her clothes, her hands trembling as she put them on.
“It’s not a pity job. It’s what we do. Bears take care of their own.”
“You have no idea if I’m even a good teacher. For all you know, I may have almost flunked out.”
“I don’t believe that.” I stood and reached for her, but she stepped back, her hands raising in a staying gesture. “I don’t understand your problem with this. You need a job. I found you one.”
“I can take care of myself.”
