Page 25 of Hot For Her Bear

Deep inside, Dasha had a feeling he’d survived. And if so, they would be seeing him again. He wasn’t the type of bear who liked losing, and he sure as hell wouldn’t want to be known as a grizzly who was defeated by a woman.

Men like him didn’t take defeat lying down.

He would be back, and she would be ready for him.

“Come on, mate. Let’s get you inside.” Saffron came back to her side.

Dasha’s bear gave a low growl. She liked the sound of Saffron calling them mate. Junior and Pola piled into his truck and drove off, leaving Dasha once again alone with her mate.

“Come, mate, we have unfinished business to attend to.” Dasha tipped Saffron’s chin up so their eyes could meet. They were intercepted before, and this time, nothing would keep her from claiming her.

“Oh, no. You need to rest and heal. No hanky-panky.” Saffron pressed her palm to Dasha’s sternum.

The warmth of her hand sank into Dasha’s bare skin. Dasha closed the gap between them. She rested her hand on the small of Saffron’s back to keep her close. The scent of her was growing thicker. Her mate was aroused, and no matter what words came out of her mouth, she wanted Dasha, too.

“What I need is to have my face buried between those sweet thighs of yours.” Dasha bent down and pressed a soft kiss to Saffron’s lips. Just the thought of lapping up Saffron’s sweet nectar had her pulse racing. Saffron’s body fell against hers. Dasha bit back a smile. She had her just where she wanted her. “Do you want my tongue deep in your pussy?”

“Yes,” Saffron hissed.

Dasha brought her hands up and entwined her fingers into Saffron’s thick hair. She held it firm, forcing Saffron’s head to remain still. Even in the low light, she could make out Saffron’s hooded eyes and parted lips. The scent of her arousal was overwhelming and triggered her inner beast. She had to have her now, and she had the intense need to claim this woman for all eternity.

“Do you want me to suck on your clit?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“Claim you?”

“Yes.” Saffron’s answer ended in a hitch. She was panting and leaning her full weight on Dasha. With only her words, it would seem she was already close to her climax.

Dasha’s body was flushed. Her thighs were coated with her desire, but her needs would have to wait. Her mate was top priority.

Always.

Saffron exhaled sharply. The moment the door shut behind Dasha, her bear was on her. The clothing she had been wearing floated down to the floor in shards. Saffron welcomed the storm that was Dasha. Her mate’s hands and lips were everywhere, and they weren’t going to make it to the bedroom.

And Saffron was okay with that.

She loved when Dasha was in a frenzy. Saffron knew the sex with Dasha was going to be life-altering.

Saffron returned Dasha’s kiss with the same heat. Dasha’s tongue stroked hers while her hands cupped Saffron’s plump bottom. Dasha bent down and lifted Saffron who automatically wrapped her legs around Dasha’s waist. Their kiss grew deeper while Dasha walked them into the living room.

She tipped forward, and they crash-landed on Saffron’s oversized couch. The weight of Dasha on top of her was intoxicating. She writhed underneath her, brushing her breasts against Dasha’s. Their pebbled nipples teasing each other. Saffron cried out, needing more. Her body was flushed, excitement coursing through her.

Today she would become mated to the woman she loved.

When had she fallen in love with Dasha? She wasn’t quite sure, but if she had to guess, she would say it was the first day she’d showed up at Dasha’s house unannounced.

Dasha trailed hot kisses along Saffron’s body. She made a pit stop at her breasts. She took her sweet time suckling them, teasing Saffron unmercifully. Dasha knew how to work her body until she was panting and begging for her release.

“Dasha,” Saffron murmured.

She entwined her fingers into Dasha’s thick, dark tresses. She parted her thighs as her mate kissed her stomach. Saffron knew exactly where she needed Dasha; her pussy ached with need. Her core dripped with the proof of her arousal. She was slick and ready to feel Dasha’s tongue and fingers inside her.

She could have shouted for joy when Dasha arrived at her center. A pleased rumble vibrated from Dasha’s chest. Her amber eyes glowed bright when she paused and looked up at Saffron. Her tongue snuck out and slid along her bottom lip. Saffron whimpered. Her hips thrust forward, demanding Dasha’s attention.

“Look at all of this.” Dasha’s finger skated along Saffron’s slit. She lifted it to show the white creamy substance coating it. Her tongue licked her finger clean. A groan escaped her, her eyes fluttering closed. “Open these pretty thighs of yours wider.”

Saffron did as she was told. She cried out from the sensation of Dasha running her tongue along the same path her finger had taken. Saffron’s fingers dove back into Dasha’s hair. She held on tight while grinding her center against Dasha’s face. She had already been desperate for her mate out on the porch from her dirty talk. She loved when Dasha was aggressive and took the lead. Which was most times they had sex. It was the bear in her, and Saffron loved it.

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