Page 39 of My Forever Bear

“Come for me, mate. Then I’ll give you what you want.” I squeeze her throat and pinch her nipple hard. That combination, along with the friction of her fingers on her clit, sends her spiraling over the edge. Her head falls back to the tiles, mouth dropping open on a moan.Butmy mate keeps those cerulean eyes on me and I watch her pupils blow wide as pleasure fills her body. Her cunt clenches around my cock, almost taking me over the edge with her, but I want my knot inside her when I finally go over the edge.

Reaching behind me, I turn off the water, then wrap my hands under Wren’s ass cheeks. She squeaks a protest, probably thinking we’re done. I chuckle.

“Lilac, I’m nowhere near done with you. Don’t worry, you’ll get my knot and my mark.”

She whimpers as I step out of the steamy shower. Swiping a fluffy towel from the rack, I drape it over her shoulders, drying her lush body as she trembles with need.

“Patience, Lilac.”

I make a beeline to the bed, all while keeping my throbbing cock buried deep inside my mate.

With her legs wrapped around my waist, I kneel on the soft white comforter and lay Wren out in the middle of the bed. My cock slips free as I adjust our position. I groan at the loss of her velvet heat.

My mate’s eyes burn a path across my skin as I dry my damp flesh with the towel.

“Like what you see?”

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” she murmurs, eyes falling to half mast. I take a moment to preen under her scorching gaze, flexing my pec muscles before swiping the towel down my abs. My cock twitches, slick with my mate’s arousal. Giving myself a long stroke, I let my eyes trail over Wren.

She lays back against the pillows, looking up at me with so much love in her eyes. Crawling up the bed, I settle between her spread thighs, nestling my cock against her dripping core. Bracing on my palm, I grip my cock in my other hand, lining up with her opening. As I slip back inside her velvet heat, I speak those three words again.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too, Kier.”

She grabs the back of my neck, pulling my mouth to hers.

“Now?” she questions against my parted lips, my moan slipping out at her eagerness to have my mark.

“Are you ready for my knot, sweet mate?”

“Yes, Kiernan. Knot me, bite me. I’m yours. Forever.”

The beast in me takes over. My bear’s roar vibrates through my body.

Knot. Claim. Mate.

Gripping Wren’s throat again, I shove my knot inside her pussy.

“Holy fuck,” I moan. I’ve never knotted a woman before. The experience is overwhelming. Pleasure zings through my body, and I know I won’t be able to stop my orgasm this time.

Wren drags her blunt nails down my back, blazing a trail of pain and pleasure down my spine. With a groan, I work my hips harder, ramping up our pleasure.

Dropping my head to Wren’s neck, I lick a path along her pale skin. Her pulse beats rapidly under the flesh, the perfect place for my mark.

“Need you to come now, mate,” I moan as I pump my hips, my knot lodging further inside of her. Closing my eyes, I strike, teeth sinking into the delicate flesh of her neck.

Wren lets out a scream, but it morphs into a long moan as her cunt locks up tight around my knot. I moan against her skin, teeth still lodged in her neck. Eyes clamping shut, flashing lights dance behind my lids. Immense pleasure courses through my veins as my cock empties inside my mate.

Knot. Claim. Mate.

My grizzly roars his own pleasure as the mating bite takes hold. Suddenly, it's like Wren and I are one, sharing the same body. Her pleasure rippling together with mine like the confluence of two rivers flowing out to the ocean.

Possessive feelings of love flow from her, warming every inch of my body.

My orgasm subsides to a low hum throughout my body. Wren’s pussy finally relaxes around my knot, her moans dying down to panting breaths. I release her flesh from between my teeth, lapping up the blood with my tongue.

Gently rolling to my side, I take Wren with me, so we’re snuggled against one another. She rests her head on my bicep, and I curl my other arm around her back. Our legs are a tangled mess, but it’s perfect.

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