Page 11 of Bear Your Fate

He withdrew his fingers from my body, making me whimper, and thrust them back in. Hard. Fast. Just that once, and I rolled my hips in an attempt to get him to finish it. But he wasn’t willing to relent. He was determined to torment me, and with the way his bear flashed in his eyes I knew he wasn’t going to back down. Not unless I gave him what he wanted first. I’d riled the beast inside him, and he was going to get his pound of flesh one way or another—either by working me into a mindless frenzy before giving me any form of release or getting me to agree to more.

He continued his torture, working me to the brink and backing off again as he dipped his head to suck one of my nipples into his mouth. He did it slowly, matching the same leisurely pace of his fingers. My entire body was tight with need. “I’m not sure how much more of this I can take.”

I felt his smile against my breast before he released my nipple with a pop. “I only have so much time with you, and I want to enjoy every second of it. Can you blame me for that?”

I couldn’t. Not when each time we were together all I wanted was more.

7

Carrick

She thrust her hand into my hair and pulled my head up. “I can’t blame you, but that doesn’t mean I won’t hesitate to use my power against you if you don’t give me an orgasm soon.”

The way she always challenged me was a fucking rush. Even as I flashed her a huge grin, I felt my bear push for control. He wanted her to be his. Ours.

I couldn’t blame him. My witch was all curves and soft, pale skin. She had high cheekbones and wide, green eyes. Great fucking lips. Sexy and full, the kind any guy instantly pictures wrapped around his cock. And her hair...it was a wild, thick mass of strawberry-blonde spread across my pillows. Right where it belonged dammit, and not just for this one night.

“Go ahead, sweetness. Give me the best you’ve got. It’s not going to solve your problem. Not when we both know you could make yourself come a hundred times tonight, and it still wouldn’t satisfy you. I’m the only one who can give you what you need.”

Her soft hand wrapped around my thick cock. “Who says I couldn’t just take what I need and leave you hanging?”

“You probably could,” I conceded. “But you won’t because you’re not a wicked witch. You’re a sweet one.” I shifted lower, tilted her hips up, and bent my head to swipe my tongue through her wetness. “So fucking sweet that I crave the taste of you.” I circled her clit, tightened my hold on her when she tried to press closer to me. “Dream of it filling my mouth while your scent wraps around me and the sounds you make when you come fill my ears.”

“Then why aren’t you making that dream come true right now? You already have my taste in your mouth.” She wriggled her hips, and a flush crept up her chest and filled her cheeks when I didn’t ease my hold. Her green eyes flashed, but not with fear. With intense lust. “My nose isn’t as good as yours, but even I can smell my arousal. You must be able to as well.” Her lips curved up in a sensual smile when I nodded. “Then all you have to do is stop torturing me and let me come so you’ll be able to hear me cry out your name.”

“I want to hear something else from those fuckable lips of yours first.” I released her hips and crawled up her body.

“Why are you being so stubborn?”

“Because I have my sweet little witch in my bed.” I slid my hand between us and pumped two fingers into her. “And she’s so tight.” I scraped my teeth against the sensitive skin along her neck, directly over the wild fluttering of her pulse. “Hot.” I bit down gently, and her pussy clamped around me. “Wet.” She whimpered in protest when I slid my fingers from her body and lifted my hand to lick them. “Is it so hard to understand why I’d want to make the experience last as long as possible if it’s only going to happen this one more time?”

“Fine,” she panted, her skin glowing with a fine sheen of perspiration. “You’ve more than made your point. Make me come. Now. And I’ll give you another night.”

I’d always been one to press the advantage when I had it, and this situation was no different. Not when the stakes were so high. “What if I let you have more than one orgasm?”

“Then you’ll get more nights!”

“Damn straight I will,” I growled. My hand went between our bodies again, and my head bent low to suck her nipple into my mouth. I worked my fingers in and out of her. Hard and fast. My thumb brushed against her clit as I bit down against her breast with my teeth, and she flew apart.

I waited until her trembling subsided before rising to my knees and fisting my cock. I pumped it twice, well aware of her heavy-lidded, green gaze on me. Knowing the orgasm I’d just given her hadn’t satisfied her hunger only made me harder.

When she opened her arms and beckoned me closer, I went. There was no more need for teasing. I’d gotten what I wanted. At least partly anyway, and that would do for now because I could build off what I’d gained.

I pushed her thighs apart and took her with one powerful thrust. Her pussy was swollen from her orgasm, and I felt the drag of every inch of it as I drove my way inside. I held still, letting her adjust to my invasion as her walls clenched around me.

“I’ve missed this,” I murmured against her lips. “Missed you.”

Her green eyes went soft, and she lifted a hand to cup my cheek. “I’ve missed you, too.”

Her admission destroyed what little control I had left. I claimed her mouth in a deep kiss as I moved my cock in and out of her in a demanding rhythm. Pleasure unlike any I’d known before raced up my spine, demanding I make Audra mine as I pounded into her. I held on as long as I could, letting our orgasms build. I knew it’d hit both of us harder that way, which was exactly what I wanted. When I finally sent us over the edge, it almost felt like my body splintered apart and flew back together again—only better.

My vision was clearer. Scents were sharper. My skin felt overly sensitized where Audra was touching it, which was practically my whole front side since I was pressed tight against her curvy body. And as I claimed her lips in a passionate kiss, it tasted sweeter than ever before. If I didn’t know better, I would’ve thought we’d been mated. And the way Audra yanked her arm up to peer at her wrist—in the exact same spot where Selene had her consort mark on hers—made me think she felt it too.

I gently twisted her hand around and was disappointed to see only her creamy, unblemished skin. I pressed a kiss against her inner wrist and rolled off her warm body to drop down on the mattress. Gathering her in my arms, I asked, “What the hell was that?”

“I don’t know. I thought maybe”—her voice trailed off, and her hair slid against my chest as she shook her head.

“That you’d see a consort’s mark there? One that indicates you’ve been paired with a bear shifter?”

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