Page 18 of Ignited By My Mate

Lark stands slowly, like she’s moving on instinct, and crosses to where I’m sitting. I rise, towering over her. Her scent—ripe, sweet,ready—hits me like a punch.

“Harris…” she breathes.

“Tell me to stop,” I whisper. “And I will.”

She swallows, then shakes her head. “I don’t want you to.”

That’s all I need.

I lift her into my arms, and her legs wrap around my waist like she belongs there—because shedoes. I kiss her hard, devouring her, pouring every pent-up second of the last few days into it.

The bond snapstightbetween us.

My bear howls triumphantly.

Make her ours,he orders.

I nod and carry her to the bedroom.

Our bedroom after tonight,I think, and my bear howls in agreement.

I lay her gently on the mattress like she’s the most precious thing I’ve ever held—because she is.

Lark sucks in a deep breath as I break the kiss. She frantically pulls at my clothes, eager to get me naked.

She’s desperate for us. Now bite her and make her ours,my bear says, pacing back and forth inside me.

I stand and rip my shirt over my head. As I reach for my jeans, I notice Lark tearing off her clothes. She kicks off her panties as I crawl back onto the bed, leaving her bare before me.

“Fuck, you’re pretty,” I croak.

She smiles up at me. “You’re not so bad yourself. Now, come here.”

I grin as I lower myself over her, my lips landing on hers. Her hot skin feels so good against mine, and I shiver as she wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me tighter against her.

I go happily.

Her skin is warm and soft beneath my palms, her body arching into mine like she was made for me. We move together, kiss after kiss until we’re tangled in sheets and moonlight.

As the moon rises, the need to bite her grows stronger. I know I won’t be able to last much longer. I need to take care of her first, though.

Breaking the kiss, I lick my way down her body. I cup her tits, my fingers teasing her nipples into stiff peaks. She arches into me as I circle my tongue around her belly button.

“Harris!” she moans as I pinch her nipples.

I grin wickedly as I move between her thick thighs. I can smell her desire, see it glistening on her pussy lips.

“Mine,” I growl, and my bear grunts.

I bury my face between her legs and eat her like the big, bad bear that I am.

She tastes like oranges and honey. I love it. I lick up her center, swirling my tongue over her clit before I lick back down and tease her snug opening. The tip of my tongue barely fits in her tight pussy, and I know I’ll need to loosen her up before I fuck her.

Finding her clit, I suck the sensitive little pearl into my mouth as I slowly push one thick finger inside her. Her slick walls clamp down on my digit as I wiggle it, trying to loosen her up. I roll my tongue over her clit, and she cries out, her hips jerking against the mattress. My finger sinks in another inch, and I pause when I feel her virginity.

MINE!my bear roars.

It takes everything in me not to pop her cherry right then and there.

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