Page 37 of Beast Bear

Theo rose to his feet, his eyes dark with desire. He pressed his body against hers, his cock throbbing against her stomach as he kissed her. She could taste herself on his tongue and it only fueled her need for him.

Serena shoved Theo down onto the forest floor, his broad shoulders sinking into the bed of pine needles that crunched beneath his weight. The scent of earth and sweat hung heavy in the air, mingling with the primal musk of arousal that radiated off them both.

Her inner cougar roared, demanding she claim what was hers—what had always been hers. Theo’s cock throbbed against her thigh, hard and insistent.

She straddled him with a growl, her thighs bracketing his hips like a predator pinning its prey. The moon’s pale glow spilled over her bare skin, highlighting the curves of her body. She arched her back, letting the cool night air brush over her heated flesh.

Her fangs descended, sharp and glinting in the moonlight. She licked her lips, her pussy clenching in anticipation as she positioned herself above him.

“You’re mine,” she growled, her voice low and guttural, as she sank down onto his cock in one fluid motion.

He stretched her wide, filling her to the hilt, and she threw her head back with a shuddering moan. Theo’s hands gripped her hips. She rode him, grinding herself against him, the head of his cock hitting her g-spot with every thrust. Her clit throbbed, swollen and aching, and she reached down to rub it in tight, frantic circles. The pleasure built, coiling tight in her belly, and she could feel another orgasm approaching like a tidal wave, ready to crash over her.

She managed a ragged gasp as she came. “I need to claim you. I need you as my mate.” Theo met her gaze, pupils dilating with the same desperate hunger she felt.

In one swift motion, he flipped her onto her back, pinning her down with a strength that made her clit throb. His hands were everywhere—gripping her wrists, trailing down her sides, palming her tits with a roughness that made her whimper. His cock barely left her cunt, just enough to make her ache with emptiness before he slammed back into her.

His fangs descended, sharp and lethal. Serena arched off the ground. She could feel the edge of another orgasm clawing ather, relentless and raw, as Theo fucked her with a ferocity that left her trembling.

“I need to make you mine,” she breathed.

Theo lowered his head to flick his tongue across her neck. “Are you sure?” The gentleness in his voice nearly undid her.

Serena swallowed and nodded, cupping his cheek. “Yes. I want us to claim each other,” she said, words trembling with conviction. “Now.”

They bared their necks to each other. Their fangs sank into each other’s flesh, sharp and deep. The pleasure and pain was a lightning bolt that arced through her body, igniting every nerve ending. The taste of him exploded on her tongue—rich, metallic, and intoxicating. He groaned, the sound low and primal, and she felt his body shudder against hers.

As he came inside her, her body convulsed with waves of pleasure, his cock pulsing inside her throbbing core. The sensation was electric, his come pumping against the sensitive walls of her pussy. She could feel his pleasure as if it were her own.

All of Theo’s memories and secrets surged into Serena’s mind in a breathtaking rush, and at once, she experienced the same intimate immersion of her life stories flowing into him. The world around them dissolved into a shimmering, infinite void—stars and luminous nebulae stretched out in all directions, their bodies adrift as if freed from gravity itself. Serena felt both giddy and serene, like she was floating in the heart of the universe, with Theo’s presence anchoring her in this cosmic sea.

High above, galaxies swirled in slow, eternal spirals. Constellations pulsed softly, as though exhaling beams of lightaround them. She saw Theo across a starlit plane, his form outlined in brilliant silver against a velvet-black horizon

Theo took her hand, and his voice rang through her psyche:I will always protect our bond.

Her entire being responded. She felt her cougar spirit roar awake inside her chest, no longer afraid to connect. Serena’s vow of acceptance exploded like a supernova, so bright she thought it might fill this cosmic realm entirely. She offered him her trust, and Theo’s heart echoed back that devotion, weaving them into one another with threads of starlight.

Slowly, the radiant brilliance faded, and they found themselves lying side by side on a cushion of pine needles, their bodies warm from the aftermath of that otherworldly joining. Moonlight fell across their bare skin, and overhead, the same stars shone—only now, they seemed so much closer.

Serena’s breath caught as she turned her head. Theo’s eyes, still luminous, gazed back with awe and tenderness. Her pulse fluttered as she realized that the bond she had once feared was, in fact, her greatest liberation. Never before had she felt so wholly herself yet irrevocably linked to another soul.

Chapter

Forty-Nine

Serena stoodby the broad window of her Fate Mountain Lodge guest room, letting the morning sun stream across her face. Today was her wedding day, and the world outside—blossoming and bright—seemed to echo the renewal she felt in her heart.

Budding leaves rustled in a mild breeze that carried the scent of blossoms. Below on the lawn, a wide walkway led toward rows of neatly arranged chairs. Guests were already gathering, their murmured voices and occasional bursts of laughter carried up to her window above.

Spring had truly arrived, both in nature and in her life. Only months ago, fear and conflict had overshadowed every step she took with Theo. She had dreaded that their mate bond would be overshadowed by her father’s toxic legacy. But now that they were bonded, a fierce sense of love and purpose pulsed in her chest.

Across the room, her mother, Grace, adjusted the final detail of Serena’s gown. She ran her hand over the delicate lace trim.Serena walked over and caught their reflections in the large mirror beside the king-size bed.

“Ready?” her mother said, nodding to the gown.

Serena took the wedding dress in hand and slipped behind a decorative privacy screen by the dresser. She shrugged off her robe, folding it neatly on a nearby chair. The satin of the gown felt cool as she stepped into it, sliding the straps onto her shoulders until the delicate lace bodice settled around her torso.

She carefully lifted the skirt to ensure nothing snagged on her feet, then emerged from behind the screen. Her mother stood waiting. Serena’s heart squeezed with gratitude for how far they had come. Turning her back slightly, she asked in a hushed voice, “Would you mind helping with the buttons?”

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