Page 88 of More Than I Can Bear

There was no point. Everything tasted like sawdust to me when I was around our mate. I could’ve been eating plain boiled rice or haute cuisine and I wouldn’t have known the difference.

“I’m thinking he deserves some now.”

She did too, her grip growing tighter, dragging me right where I wanted to be.

Drowning in her.

My hands went under her hips and my thumbs spread her wide, tilting her up and towards my face like a cup I’d drink from, then I darted forward.

That first taste. She burst on my tongue like the sweetest of fruit and I couldn’t help but go back for another lick, then another. I wanted to trace every fold, draw a map of her with my tongue until I knew every inch of her intimately. But like a kid being given his first ice cream cone, I couldn’t take my time. Her fingers digging into my skull, the sounds of her moans, the way she opened up for me, letting me in deeper, made clear what she needed.

And I’d always give it to her.

I’d paint the backgrounds for her art, take her home when she was working late, sit there and listen to whatever she needed to talk through, but also this. When the fires of lust raged in her body, I’d feed them right up until she burst, and then hold her tight as she came down. She was mine, all mine and I’d do my damndest to make that clear each and every day. It’s why I scooped her up and off the bed, pulling her away from the others and then placed her on top of my face. She was a queen and I was the throne.

“Riv got you riding his face, baby?” I felt Adam shift behind me, then heard her frantic little sound of pleasure, right before he muffled it with a kiss. “Got you feeling so good?” She couldn’t reply, and that made me savagely proud, my mouth, my tongue moving faster, pushing her harder. “Now here comes Kaine.”

I felt my sleuthmate settle behind her, then fingers slide through her folds. I focussed on her clit, swirling my tongue around and around it, before daring a direct flick across the nub.

“He must be making you ache,” Kaine said in a low growl. “Somewhere right about here.”

I felt her jolt as he pushed his fingers inside her, then her thighs widened as he found that spot. Any guy could give a girl a G-spot orgasm if he knew what he was doing, but bear shifters? We had an innate sense humans didn’t. We knew where we’d lock down inside her, tugging, tugging, our baculum forcing her to come and keep on coming and, while fingers were a poor substitute, she didn’t seem to mind. Her hips jerked down, rubbing frantically against me, cutting off all my oxygen, but I didn’t care. I didn’t need to breathe when I was with her. My hands clamped down on her hips, my tongue moving like lightning to get her where she needed to go.

The first jerk, that little yelp, I fucking loved the sound of it, my mate helpless with a pleasure we made her feel. But Kaine wasn’t satisfied.

“Mm… feeling good right now? I’m sure we could top that.” His hands moved much more slowly now, like he was massaging something deep inside her. Her answering cry was not so certain. She sounded tired, delirious, drunk on pleasure, but our girl had asked for more, and we were going to give it to her.

“Kaine…” There was something helpless in her voice, something desperate.

“You need something, don’t you?” His voice was one part command, one part plea. I traced the very outskirts of Freya’s clit with my tongue. She was too sensitive to get too close to, but I could nudge her slowly towards another orgasm, I was sure of it. “Something our tongues and fingers can’t give you.”

“Yes…” she panted. “Yes…”

It was then that he pulled her away from me, my fingers leaving red marks in their wake, as I instinctively tried to snatch her back. She needed me, the bear roared inside me. She was mine and… Kaine smirked over her shoulder as he held her close, then settled her hips over mine.

Fuck, the feel of her wet cunt against my cock, it had it jumping in response. Precum drooled out of the tip in preparation. But he slowly slid his hands up and down her body, cupping her tits, tilting her head back, right as he kissed her lips.

“You need something inside you.”

“Yes…” she whispered.

“You need us.”

That had her eyes open, the haze dissipating for just a second and she seemed to see me for the first time. I mentally begged, pleaded for her to see it. That I was hers the moment I walked into that coffee shop. That I’d spend my whole damn life drawing her, to try and capture her beauty, her soul, because then she’d be really mine.

“You want that?” she asked me with a slow smile.

“I want you, Freya, in any way you… Oh fuck!”

Nothing I’d thought about, seen or heard prepared me for this. Every muscle locked tight, rigid as she gripped my cock and then worked herself down. Her cunt felt like it swallowed me whole. Soft, slick, but oh so fucking tight, I prayed to all the gods that this shit would work out between us, because I could never come back from this, ever.

“Freya…” I wanted to tell her how beautiful she was, how good she was making me feel, but I couldn’t form words, nor sentences, just calling out her name over and over. “Freya… Freya, I—”

She leaned forward then, planting her hands on my chest like she owned it: and she did. I was hers, wholly and solely, now and forever. I reached up then, cradling her close, just holding her against me for a second as we both just felt. That moment of connection, throbbing real and true. I knew then exactly the challenge bear shifters faced. I’d never feel like this for another woman, I was sure, forcing myself to hold her lightly, right as I wanted to grip her tight. Instead I breathed in her scent, closed my eyes and buried my face in her hair, right as my hips jerked up and into her.

Fuck.

When I moved, she moved with me, the two of us working in perfect tandem. Somehow I knew I needed to shift my angle slightly, and I was rewarded by a deep throaty moan.

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