Page 27 of Claimed By Her Bear

“Mine,” Pola growled. Her fangs were brandished, her gaze hot as she watched Shekita. Her thumb came to rest on Shekita’s clit, applying pressure, her fingers continuing to sink into her.

Everything disappeared from around them. Pola only saw her mate. The woman who had just promised everything she had ever wanted.

Nothing else mattered.

Pola knelt with one leg on the couch and the other on the floor. She focused on bringing immense amounts of pleasure to Shekita. Her other hand came to rest on Shekita’s breast. Her hand molded to the fullness of Shekita’s mound. She massaged and played with Shekita’s breasts. Her fingers teased and tugged on her nipple, sending an electric current to Shekita’s pussy.

This was more than Shekita could handle. Her hands flew out, and she gripped the cushions of the couch. The waves of her orgasm were sailing high, the sensation building until it broke.

Shekita screamed as she reached fulfillment. It was then that Pola bent down, her fangs sinking deep into the meat of Shekita’s shoulder. The brief explosion of pain was immediately replaced with pleasure. Shekita tried to draw in a ragged gasp of air, but the sensations coursing through her body took her breath away.

There was nothing in Shekita’s existence at the moment but Pola. Her warmth covered Shekita while she claimed her. Stars danced behind Shekita’s eyelids, and she squeezed them tight. It was as if she were having an out-of-body experience. She had never had an orgasm this hard before. Her muscles relaxed, and she melted onto the couch. Pola’s fingers were still lodged in her, and she carefully lifted her head from Shekita’s. Her warm tongue bathed the tender area.

Shekita was finally able to breathe again. She inhaled quickly, and small tendrils of arousal returned. There was something about Pola bathing her neck with her tongue that caused her core to tingle. Her pussy gushed with the proof of her desire. Pola slowly moved her fingers again, thrusting them in and out of Shekita’s drenched channel.

Shekita opened her eyes and took in the site of Pola’s lips, slick with her blood and her own saliva. She licked her lips, and Shekita’s body trembled. She reached up and took Shekita’s legs and turned her around on the couch to where she knelt between Shekita’s legs. She yanked on Shekita, bringing her ass to the edge of the couch and eased her legs up and out of the way.

Shekita’s breath caught in her throat as she watched Pola’s head descend between her legs. The second Pola’s mouth covered her pussy, she cried out.

Shekita teetered on the edge of another climax. Her hand shot out and rested on the back of Pola’s head while she feasted on her. Shekita’s breaths turned into pants. Pola’s expert tongue pushed her even closer to her next release.

“Pola,” she chanted.

Her hips moved like they had a mind of their own. Shekita became wanton, using both hands to hold Pola to her. She would take all of the pleasure this woman wanted to give her. She glanced down and moaned, watching Pola hold her labia open while she suckled on her swollen bundle.

She slid her two fingers back inside Shekita and continued to use her tongue to please her.

There was nothing Shekita could do but lie back and allow her mate to consume her. She tightened her hold on Pola’s hair and kept her legs out of the way. Tears escaped from her eyes at the realization that in just a short period of time, she had fallen in love with Pola.

Why she had ever fought this, she didn’t know. From the moment they’d met, she’d known Pola was nothing like Bobbie.

Shekita’s cries filled the air. Pola continued to sensually assault her until a shudder racked through Shekita’s body. She gripped Pola’s hair tight, the waves of her next orgasm washing over her. She screamed, her release exploding from her. Spasms ripped through her, and she rode the current of her climax. She fell back against the couch, her skin coated with sweat, her thighs dripping with her release.

Pola lifted her head, her face coated with Shekita’s juices. She smiled a cocky grin.

“My mate,” she murmured. Her fingers were still lodged within Shekita. She leaned over her, resting a hand on the couch.

Shekita guided her head down and offered her lips to her.

She tasted herself on Pola’s tongue. The kiss grew deep and frantic. A blossom of heat burgeoned from the depths of Shekita’s stomach. She didn’t know what it was, but she felt as if her body were on fire.

Pola pulled back slightly. Her eyes, bright with desire, stared at her. Shekita whimpered her complaint at the feeling of Pola withdrawing her fingers from her. She held up her drenched hand and eyed the creamy nectar that coated them.

“You taste as sweet as honey,” Pola murmured.

She suckled on a finger in her mouth, a low-pitched growl emanating from her. She brought the other one to Shekita who didn’t hesitate to part her lips. She tasted Pola’s fingers, holding her wrist, and cleaned every single finger.

Her core pulsed. Her body was aflame. She had the deep craving for her mate and more of the pleasure she could provide.

“What is wrong with me?” Shekita whispered. “Why do I need you so? And why do I feel as if I’m on fire?”

Pola grinned and leaned down, drawing her tongue around Shekita’s perky nipple. She nipped it with her teeth, inciting a shiver through Shekita.

“It’s the mating fever, my love.” She stood from the floor and easily lifted Shekita from the couch as if she weighed no more than a pillow.

Shekita wrapped her legs around her mate as she walked through her house.

“Where’s the bedroom?” Pola asked.

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