Page 24 of Bearly Taken

His tongue lickingover the claiming mark he’d given me as he made me climax again and again.

I let out a frustrated huff and finally slipped my hand into my panties, barely stifling a groan at the first brush of my fingers over my clit.

Wow, that felt good.

I touched myself until I was desperate for release, but couldn’t manage to make it happen. Frustration had my abdomen in knots as I grabbed my phone off my nightstand with my free hand, and pulled up my texts with Reed before I could let myself rethink it.

Me

Have you seen my vibrator? It went missing during the move

His phone immediately told me he’d read the message, and he didn’t make me wait for an answer.

Reed

Maybe

Me

Maybe? How is that a maybe?

Reed

I might know where it is. And I might be willing to trade it for something.

I huffed.

Me

What do you want?

Reed

I want to taste you. It’s been too long.

I stared down at the message, my heart pounding in my chest and my hand pausing over my clit.

He had always loved going down on me. It drove him crazy. Back when we were together, he’d mouth-fucked me in my car, in his truck, on every surface in his house… he loved having sex, but he was obsessed with having his mouth on me.

And he was really, really good at it.

Another text came through when I didn’t answer right away.

Reed

Don’t leave me in suspense for too long

I bit my lip. Though I knew I should leave things platonic between us, I was too horny to think straight. I sent the answer before I could rethink it.

Me

Fine, bring it to my room

His phone didn’t say he’d read the message, but a heartbeat later, my bedroom door was opening and a gorgeous, shirtless shifter was striding inside. He wore nothing but a pair of boxer-briefs, and carried my bright pink vibrator in his hand.

His cock strained against the fabric, hiding absolutely nothing about how much he wanted me.

“Thief,” I said, breathing a little fast.

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