Page 12 of Claimed By Her Bear

Pola ignored her animal and continued licking and tasting every aspect of Shekita’s body. When she arrived at her center, her mouth salivated at the aroma of her arousal. Pola’s gaze settled on Shekita’s pussy, and she inhaled, breathing more of her delicious scent in. A small thicket of dark curls nestled right above her hood, hiding her clitoris. Pola remembered the feel of the soft hair tickling her fingers back at the bar.

“Look at how pretty you are,” Pola murmured.

Her fingers traced Shekita’s labia that were slick and plump. She dipped between them for a moment, bringing her finger out. It was covered with a creamy white substance. She licked her finger, holding Shekita’s gaze. Her mate’s chest rose and fell as her breaths quickened. The taste of her exploded on Pola’s tongue. She needed more of it.

Pola lowered her head and covered Shekita’s sex with her mouth. Shekita’s legs fell open all the way, resting on the bed. Her moan echoed through the air. Tasting her on her finger was nothing like lapping up her pussy and drinking it in for herself. Pola explored Shekita’s cunt with her tongue.

“Pola,” Shekita called out.

Her hand made its way to the back of Pola’s head. She entwined her fingers in Pola’s thick hair, holding her in place. Pola growled, lavishing her pussy with more attention. She paused and slid her tongue to Shekita’s clitoris. She captured the swollen bud with her lips. She teased her by suckling and pulling on it. Shekita’s hips rocked forward, and Pola applied more pressure.

She slipped one finger inside Shekita’s slick channel. She was greeted by a tight sheath that contracted around her. Pola slid her free hand up to Shekita’s breast, toying with her nipple. She was rewarded with a deep grunt rumbling from Shekita. Her hips demanded more from her mouth and her fingers.

In response, Pola eased another finger in. She twirled her fingers around, stretching Shekita’s channel. She pressed them farther into Shekita, loving how she was not shy in taking her pleasure. More of her arousal poured out of her channel. Pola released her mate’s clit and flicked it with her tongue. She wanted to ensure her lover would be fully pleased, so by morning, there would be no question who she belonged to. Her hand full of Shekita’s breast, she focused on her nipple. She tugged on it, drawing a gasp from Shekita.

“Pola,” Shekita called out again.

Pola thrust her fingers harder inside her mate, all the while continuously tweaking her nipple. She latched back on to her clit and sucked hard. She ignored the stinging in her scalp from Shekita holding on to her. Pola’s arousal grew painful as she watched her writhe on the bed underneath her. “Yes, yes, yes—”

Her words were interrupted by a deep rising scream that flowed from her. Shekita’s body grew taut, her hips lifting, then she was overtaken by her climax. Pola drove her fingers deep, Shekita’s muscles contracting around her. Pola suckled her clit, and Shekita rode the waves of her orgasm. Her release flooded Pola’s hand and the bed, but Pola couldn’t care less. Pride filled her that she had extracted that type of response from her mate.

Shekita’s body flopped back down on the mattress, but Pola wasn’t done with her. She rose from the bed, withdrawing her fingers from Shekita’s pussy. Her release had left Shekita very slick. Pola straddled her to settle her pussy on top of Shekita’s. She reached between them and positioned their clits on each other.

“I can’t take any more,” Shekita whimpered.

“Oh, but you can,” Pola replied.

Shekita’s eyes opened, and her lips curved up into a grin. Her hands came to settle on Pola’s waist. Her gaze trailed down and locked on Pola’s breasts. Pola rocked her hips, pressing down on Shekita. The mate of a bear shifter would have to have a healthy sexual appetite to match that of the bear. The fates would see to it. Shekita just hadn’t tapped in to the potential of multiple orgasms through a single coupling. Pola was only too happy to show her how it could be between them.

“And you are just so sure I can take more?” Shekita chuckled. She reached up and brought Pola’s chest to her.

Pola rested her hands on the mattress on each side of Shekita’s head. Their hips moved in rhythm together. Pola watched Shekita lift her head and capture her nipple with her lips. Pola threw her head back, basking in the feeling of her suckling her breast.

“Yes,” Pola hissed.

Their slick pussies writhed together. The pleasure was mounting inside Pola. She had waited her entire life for the moment where she would have the one person meant for her underneath her. She would do what she must to convince Shekita that they were meant to be together.

The scent of their sex filled the air, and it drove Pola wild. An ache spread through her that only her mate could satisfy. Shekita focused on Pola’s breasts, switching to the other and bathing it with her tongue. Once she released it, Pola pushed her down to the bed and lowered her head. She captured Shekita’s lips with hers, needing to consume all of her. Shekita’s hands rested on her hip and the back of her neck.

Their slick cunts slid against each other effortlessly.

Pola released Shekita’s lips and lifted herself. She grabbed hold of Shekita’s leg and brought it to rest on her chest. She pressed kisses along it and continued to gyrate and rub herself on her mate’s cunt. Her breath quickened as she her body grew flushed.

Shekita threw her head back, her hips meeting Pola with each thrust.

“Harder,” Shekita cried out. One hand rested above her, grasping at the blanket, and the other settled on Pola’s waist. She dug her nails into Pola’s skin.

Pola ignored the pain and concentrated on the pleasure. She pressed a kiss to Shekita’s knee and continued to ride her hard.

“Shekita,” Pola growled. The rising of her release came for her. Her hips quickened; her hold on Shekita’s leg grew tighter. Her sensitive nub caressed Shekita’s, sending her on a spiral of ecstasy. Her basic instincts took over. She reached out and gripped Shekita’s breast in one hand to anchor herself to her. She raised Shekita’s leg higher, their pussies teasing each other.

Pola’s control shattered. She cried out, slamming herself down on Shekita uncontrollably. Shekita’s cry joined her as they reached their release together. Pleasure filled Pola’s chest like she had never experienced before. She fell forward, landing on top of Shekita. Her mate’s warm arms wrapped around her.

Pola buried her face in the crook of Shekita’s neck and breathed in the scent of her. It would be too easy to sink her fangs in the meat of Shekita’s shoulder and lay claim to her, but that wouldn’t be right. Shekita had to willfully accept her bite.

She could feel the pounding of Shekita’s heart. It raced just as fast as Pola’s. Shekita’s arms tightened around her and just held her in place.

“I’m crushing you,” Pola murmured.

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