After laying her on my bed, I step back and stare into her emerald green eyes. “Are you sure, Spicy girl?” My cautious side urges me to take things slow, but my inner bear won’t let me wait any longer to make Bethany mine. The only thing that could stop me now is her refusal.
“So sure. Now stop stalling and make me yours, Grouchy Bear.” I have no idea why she insists on calling me that nickname, but now isn’t the time to discuss it. Once I seal our mate bond, we'll have the rest of our lives to learn everything about each other.
As I tear away my clothes, my mate slides her jean shorts down her curvy legs. My bear urges me to hurry the hell up, but I ignore the fucker. When I drop my pants and underwear into the pile on the floor, I glance up and see my mate’s eyes fill with apprehension.
“Are you having second thoughts?” I wrap my hand around my hard cock and slide it up and down while Bethany watches me.
“Not at all.” She shakes her head. “But you should probably know I’ve never done this before.”
“Me neither.” Her eyes widen comically, and I blurt out a quick explanation of bear shifter relationships. “No one except my mate would ever do.”
My mate gives me a satisfied smile and reaches down to pull her tank top over her head, then she quickly unsnaps her bra and tosses it aside. My eyes zero in on her luscious tits, and I swallow hard, realizing keeping other assholes from eyeing my mate is going to be a fucking full-time job. Oh well, having Bethany as a mate will make it worth all the effort.
I step next to the bed and drop to my knees. I place a soft kiss in the center of her abdomen before running my nose across her sweet-smelling skin.
After kissing my way up to her berry pink nipples and closing my lips around one, Bethany digs her nails into the back of my head as I enjoy my treat.
“I like that,” she encourages me.
When I lean over and give the other side the same treatment, my mate wraps one of her curvy legs around my waist, pulling me closer.
I want her completely addicted to me, so I throw myself into blowing my mate’s mind. I drag her to the edge of the bed and spread her luscious legs. Her petal pink pussy calls to me, and I lean down to run my tongue around her delicate intimate lips.
Bethany screams my name while I turn my attention to her sweet clit. My finger circles her wet entrance a few times before I slide it into her sweet pussy. Her inner walls close around my finger as I press deeper. Instinct takes over and I press a second finger into her tight hole while sucking hard on her clit. Bethany chants my name and lifts her hips, grinding her sweet pussy against my face.
My cock steadily drips cum on the floor when her tight walls flutter around my fingers.
While the tremors run through her curvy frame, I kiss my way up her stunning body. “Are you sure you’re ready for this? My control is slipping fast.”
“Yes.” My spicy girl grabs my shoulders and drags me up so I'm staring into her green eyes. My heart beats faster when I see the love shining from them. “Now stop stalling and get to work making me yours forever.”
I kiss her soft lips and wrap my hands around her bountiful tits. As my thumbs rub her hard nipples, Bethany digs her nails into my shoulders. While I learn every inch of her sweet body, she wraps her silky hand around my hard cock. My mate catches on quickly, and my eyes roll back in my head when she runs her thumb over the head.
My bear urges me to hurry the fuck up, but I’m not going to risk screwing this up, so I ignore the fucker and continue exploring my mate’s luscious body. After a while, I realize I’m quickly approaching the limit of my control.
I lean back on my knees and place my cock at her tight opening.
Bethany stares into my eyes as I press forward, making her mine for all eternity. Her inner muscles close around my dick, resisting at first, but I slow down and give her time to adjust. Going so slowly is blowing my control right out of the water, but I refuse to hurt my mate.
“Relax and let me love you,” I groan against the side of her neck and circle my hips, hoping to slide a little deeper. My patience pays off, and I’m able to slide all the way into her tight pussy on the next thrust. Bethany wraps one of her legs around my hips as I lose myself in her sweet cunt. Intense pleasure slams into me, wiping all other thoughts from my mind.
My teeth drop from my gums as an orgasm tingles up my spine. I bite down on one of her sweet nipples while circling my hips, and Bethany screams my name. Her delicate intimate muscles flutter around my cock as I bite down on the bruise at the base of her throat. Fireworks explode around us as our life forces combine, and I give her my heart and soul for all eternity.
As I watchmy mate stroll to the bathroom, my newly broken-in girly parts urge me to forget about the discomfort and jump his bones again. Listening to my urges might cause permanent damage to me so I ignore the desire and snuggle into the warm covers. I’m not sure how Clay managed to burst through all my defenses in such a short amount of time, but he already owns me, heart and soul. Thankfully, my hot bear shifter seems to feel the same way.
My eyes slowly drift closed, and the next thing I know, sunlight is streaming through the large picture window above the bed. My girly parts protest when I turn slightly, reminding me of the workout they got last night. I feel the huge body pressed against my back and forget all about my discomfort as Clay’s huge shaft steadily grows harder against my backside.
“Good morning, Spicy Girl. I hope you slept well,” Clay whispers against the back of my neck, and I shiver as his warm breath brushes against my sensitive skin.
“Good morning, Grouchy Bear.” I turn over and smile up into his warm eyes.
“It definitely is a good morning. Waking up with my mate in my arms is the best thing ever.” Clay kisses me and my mind turns to goo.
When my girly parts urge me to make a move on Clay, I end the kiss and snuggle into his strong arms. “I’m sorry to say, but my girly parts need a little rest before we give them another workout.”
My mate holds me close and leans down to whisper in my ear, “I won’t ever do anything to hurt you.” He runs his tongue around the tiny bite at the base of my throat and sparks zip down my spine. “Let me run you a bath, and you can soak your sore muscles while I make us breakfast.” His mention of food reminds me that we left my chicken pie casserole sitting on his breakfast bar.
“Oh, man. We forgot all about dinner last night.” I hate to throw the untouched food away, but there’s no way I’m going to chance a bad case of food poisoning.