Page 38 of My Forever Bear

Grabbing her other foot, I lean down and grip the sock band in my teeth. Wren sucks in a breath, releasing it as a moan. Using my teeth, I slide the sock off, sending it tumbling to join its pair.

Steam from the shower begins to fill the small space, as I peer up into my mate’s eyes, only to find them blazing with lust. Not breaking eye contact, I place a kiss on the top of her foot. Continuing my path up her leg, I place kisses on her shin and knee. Once I reach her thick, luscious thighs, I can’t help but taste her. My tongue slicks a path up the inside of her thigh, using my hands to spread her legs further apart.

Licking a path right up to her glistening pussy, she lets out a throaty moan. Small hands grip the back of my head, trying to take control. I chuckle, my mouth resting against her pussy lips. She spreads her legs wider in response.

“Need you, mate,” she breathes, barely audible above the sound of the running shower. The sound spurs an idea in my head.

Straightening to my full height, I grip her around the waist.

“Hang on, Lilac,” I demand.

Wren sputters in confusion, but wraps her arms around my neck.

“Good girl,” I grunt. I grip under her thighs and haul her body up, until she wraps her legs around my waist.Much better.

Opening the shower door, steam disperses into the bathroom, creating a haze in the air. I stumble into the shower stall and close the door before all the heat can escape.

The water is still piping hot, just the way Wren likes it. A quiet moan escapes her lips as the water cascades over our bodies.

Turning to the side wall of the shower, I brace Wren’s slippery body against the tile. Planting one palm above her head, the other supports her weight under her ass. I look down at my mate, her eyes hazy with lust, her dark hair damp and clinging to her shoulders and chest. Water beads on her flushed flesh, rolling down the valley between her breasts. Her nipples are puckered to hard points; I can’t wait to get them in my mouth.

“Kiernan, I need you inside me, please. Make me yours. Forever.” Wren’s voice breaks me out of admiring her sinful body.

Some semblance of sanity comes back to me, breaking through the feral lust coursing through my veins.

“Are you sure, Wren? This is what you want? You want me to bite you, make you my mate?” I look deep into her blue eyes while I speak, searching for any hint of doubt.

“Yes,” she nods. “This is what I want.Youare what I want.” She places a hand over my heart again.

“Fuck me, bite me, claim me. I’m yours, Kier,” she reiterates, not blinking.

I reach between us, gripping my aching cock. A bead of precome leaks from the tip with anticipation. Spreading the clear liquid over the head of my cock, I line myself up with her opening. Her thighs tighten around my waist in anticipation.

“Relax, baby,” I grit out.

Slowly pushing inside, the walls of her pussy ripple around my cock. Wren leans her head against the tiled wall, eyes falling shut as her mouth drops open on a sigh.

“So good, Kier. You feel so good,” she whispers as I bottom out with a grunt.

Catching my breath, I brace Wren’s body against the wall so my hands are free. I pinch her nipple with my fingers until she starts rolling her hips, fucking herself on my cock. Wrapping my other hand around her throat, I squeeze until her eyes pop open in surprise.

“Eyes on me, Lilac. I want to watch you come apart over and over again on my cock.”

A shudder wracks through her body at my words, but, like a good girl, she keeps her eyes on mine. I start pumping my hips, still playing with her breast in one hand and gripping her throat in the other.

“So good for me, baby,” I moan out in ecstasy. Pleasure slowly builds at the base of my spine with each thrust of my hips. Her pussy clenches each time I bottom out. I’m so tempted to push my knot inside.

Not yet.

Soon.

She needs to come at least once before she’s ready for my knot.

Wren releases the death grip she has on my neck and trails one hand down her body. Pinching her other nipple, her sweet moans fill the shower stall. Her hand continues its path south, over her soft belly, down to its final resting spot on her clit.

Using her pointer and middle fingers, she rubs the engorged bud with precision. She’s close, her tight pussy is strangling me.

“Gonna come, Kier. Please, claim me!” Her voice is dripping with need, but she’s not ready yet.

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