Page 9 of Claimed By Her Bear

Shekita groaned, loving the feel of the woman’s breasts pressing to her back.

“That I did.” Shekita reached down and boldly grasped Pola’s hand. She brought it up to rest on her aching breast. Her nipples were hard and growing sensitive. The soft cotton of her cami was an irritant.

Pola didn’t hesitate in massaging her heavy mound. Clearly wanting more, she took hold of the material and peeled it back, revealing her naked mound. Shekita hated wearing bras, and camis, with the built-in support, was a way for her to get around it.

The thrill of potentially being caught with Pola sent her heart racing. She was unaware of possessing a voyeur kink, but at the moment, she wouldn’t be opposed to someone watching them.

“The scent of your arousal is calling to me.” Pola growled. She pinched Shekita’s nipple, tugging on it.

Shekita rested back on Pola, her eyes fluttering closed.

Pola’s other hand skated along Shekita’s belly. “I could help you with your desire.”

Shekita’s hands flew to the button of her jeans and undid it. She drew her zipper down as an invitation for Pola’s hands. The bear shifter pulled her away from the edge of the porch and into the shadows. Pola reversed until her back was pressed against the building.

This was crazy, but Shekita was unable to resist. Her body was strung tight with the need for release. She parted her legs when Pola’s hand slipped inside her jeans and underneath her panties.

Pola’s confident fingers spread Shekita’s labia and connected with her clitoris. She moaned, grinding against her finger. Pola pushed farther, dipping her fingers into Shekita’s wetness.

“So fucking wet,” Pola murmured.

She nipped at Shekita’s neck, eliciting another moan from her. Her fingers returned to Shekita’s swollen nub and rubbed soft circles on it. Her free hand continued to cup and fondle Shekita’s breast, drawing the other side down and revealing her other one. Her hands trailed along it, giving it attention as she had its mate.

Shekita turned her head and reached up behind her to draw Pola’s head down to hers. Their mouths connected in a deep kiss. Shekita’s hips rocked against her hands, and she opened her mouth wider, allowing Pola’s tongue to slide along hers.

Shekita felt wanton and abandoned all common sense that she shouldn’t be out in the back of some bar allowing a woman to get her off. It felt natural. It was freeing, and she didn’t want to stop. Her skin was on fire, and she wanted her clothes off her.

The kiss grew more frantic. Pola’s fingers pressed harder on her sensitive bud. Her breaths turned into pants as she rode Pola’s hand. Shekita’s desires grew, the flames of her lust coursing through her body from Pola’s hand on her breast. The firm grip on it sent an electric current straight to her core. She needed to feel those fingers inside her. Tears blurred her vision. She wouldn’t be able to have everything she wanted at the moment.

“Yes,” Shekita hissed, tearing her lips from Pola’s. Her hips moved faster, trying to keep up the pace of Pola’s nimble fingers. Desperation overtook her. The tendrils of her orgasm slowing rose inside her. It had been a long time since she had been pleasured to completion at the hand of someone else. She had taken it upon herself to bring herself to climax.

“Give it to me,” Pola murmured. Her hand fell away from Shekita’s breasts, exposing them to the cool night air. Her hand moved up, and she entwined her fingers in Shekita’s dark hair and pulled her head back. “I want you, Shekita. Flood my hand with your release.”

Shekita panted, her arms flailing around. She reached out and held on to Pola’s arm. Her body was overtaken with tremors and spasms, and her orgasm slammed into her. Her cries echoed into the air while she rode the waves of her ecstasy.

As Pola had demanded, her release shot out of her, soaking her jeans and Pola’s hand.

Shekita inhaled deeply. She had never climaxed that hard before. She fell back against Pola, spent. If it hadn’t been for the bear shifter’s arms, she would have fallen to the ground in a puddle.

“Spend the night with me,” Pola whispered. Her soft lips brushed Shekita’s neck. She withdrew her hand from Shekita’s jeans and brought it to her mouth where she licked it clean. Her chest vibrated with a low growl. That sound shot straight to Shekita’s core. “I need to drink your honey from the source.”

Shekita’s breath caught in her throat at the image of Pola’s head buried between her legs. She spun around and pressed close to Pola. The shifter’s head lowered, taking her mouth in a deep kiss with the promise of more. Pola ravished her mouth, her tongue filling Shekita’s and dominating the kiss.

“Won’t your sister and her mate miss you?” she asked, pulling back.

Pola nipped at her bottom lip with her fangs and shook her head. Her hands traveled up Shekita’s torso and cupped her still-bare breasts. Shekita moaned, leaning into her hold.

“They won’t and they would understand.” Another kiss.

Shekita was finding herself barely able to keep her hands and mouth off Pola. This time, it was Pola who pried her lips off Shekita’s. “What about your crew?”

“They will understand. We are giving them tomorrow off. You remember, we needed to release some stress.” Shekita grinned.

“The only problem is I didn’t drive.”

“I did.”

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