Page 26 of Claimed By Her Bear

She wanted Pola to claim her.

“No, not for her,” she replied.

She didn’t know who had moved, but now there was no room between them. Shekita’s breasts pressed against Pola’s. She ached to remove their clothes where she could feel Pola’s skin on hers.

“What do you want, Shekita?” Pola’s head had lowered.

Their lips were millimeters away from each other. Her warm breath caressed Shekita’s lips.

Shekita chose that moment to accept everything.

Pola was her bear, and she was hers.

“I want you to claim me,” she whispered.

Pola’s mouth came crashing down on hers. Shekita’s eyes fluttered shut. She wrapped her arms around Pola’s neck, holding on for dear life. Pola dominated the kiss, sending her tongue past Shekita’s parted lips. Shekita met the kiss with the same fiery passion.

She didn’t feel an ounce of regret over her decision. She loved everything about Pola. She wanted to show her how much she wanted her and needed her.

Pola tore her mouth from Shekita’s. She pressed Shekita back against the door trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along her jaw and down her neck. Shekita tilted her head to the side to grant Pola access.

While Pola took her time bathing Shekita’s neck with her tongue, Shekita slipped her hands down to the tie that kept the robe closed. She wanted to see Pola’s creamy skin, her high breasts, and light-brown nipples. Once it was undone, Shekita pushed the offending material off Pola’s shoulders. It sailed down to the floor.

“Your turn,” Pola ground out through clenched teeth.

She reached up and shredded Shekita’s clothing with a partially shifted hand. Her talons were large, and her clothes were no match for them. Shekita watched in amazement how her hand shifted back to her human form. Pola assisted Shekita in brushing the tattered remains of her clothing to the floor, leaving her completely naked.

Their lips met in a scorching-hot kiss. Their tongues dueled together, their hands roaming each other’s bodies. Pola’s hands slid up her body until they cupped Shekita’s cheeks.

“Do you know what you are asking of me?” Pola murmured. Her amber eyes glowed with an intense heat. Her warm body pressed close to Shekita’s.

There was nothing else on Shekita’s mind but to become the mate of this woman before her.

“I’ve waited my entire life for fate to present the perfect person for me. There are no mistakes when we believe. You are my mate, and I will protect you and love you with everything that I have.”

The final barriers around Shekita’s heart fell away. Those were words that she had longed to hear, and coming from Pola, she knew she could trust what she said. She was taking that leap of faith, and Pola would catch her.

Shekita bit her lip and nodded. She rested her hands on Pola’s, a small smile forming on her lips.

“I’m yours. Claim me,” she whispered.

Pola swooped down, capturing her lips again. This time the kiss was sweet and slow. There was no doubt in Shekita’s mind that Pola cared for her. She sighed, leaning into her. Their bodies fit perfectly together. Pola’s warm hands drifted over her body. Shekita gasped when her fingers arrived at her slit. Her finger pushed along, tracing Shekita’s slick folds, slipping inside and connecting with her clit.

Shekita groaned, tearing her lips away from Pola’s. She leaned back against the door, widening her legs. Pola took advantage of the move and rolled her sensitive flesh between her fingers.

“You like that?” Pola breathed. She leaned her head down and nuzzled her face in the crook of Shekita’s neck.

Shekita whimpered, unable to answer her. The sensation of Pola’s fingers playing with her bundle of nerves was enough to send a ripple of desire through her.

Pola licked her neck, then grazed the same spot with her fangs. “I didn’t hear you, mate.”

“Yes,” Shekita hissed. She arched her back, her breasts brushing Pola’s soft skin. “Please, Pola.”

Pola grunted, reaching down, and picked Shekita up by the backs of her thighs. Shekita immediately wrapped her legs around her as her bear walked them over to the couch. Shekita had never considered herself a petite woman, but the way that Pola handled her had her feeling small and cherished.

Her back met the soft cushions of the couch. Pola’s body covered hers. She widened her legs to allow Pola to rest comfortably in the valley of her thighs. Pola’s hand slipped between them and returned to her clit. Pola dipped her fingers inside Shekita’s hot core. Her muscles clenched around the invading fingers.

Shekita thrust her hips toward Pola’s hand, taking her fingers deep inside her. The need to reach an orgasm was growing. Her fingers pounded inside Shekita, filling her.

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