Page 24 of Bear In Mind

Why would I want to stop?He was sexy as hell, attentive, caring, and could heft my abundance with ease.He was a successful businessman, didn’t have a reputation for sleeping around, and was always respectful.That, and this was one of those big dreams I’d had a thousand times over the past five years.Bear turned out to be so much more than I dreamed, though, and I hadn’t even seen him naked.

Leaning back, I met his gape.“Bear, take off your clothes and properly claim me.”

“I take it back.”He broke from my grasp and tore his shirt off, carelessly tossing it away from the bed.“Thatwas sexy as hell.Sexiest damned thing anyone has ever said to me.”He growled, capturing my lips as he wrestled free of his layers.A few moments later, he pressed the head of his cock along my slit, gliding back and forth, teasing my sensitive flesh.He broke from my lips, his breathing labored.“I can’t wear a condom and my bear has to bite you.”He seemed to brace himself, no longer moving, as if he was afraid I would send him away.

And that was when I realized that he was just as vulnerable as I was.Here was this tough alpha male shifter with as much muscle as most body builders yet three times the strength.By all appearances, he had it all.He was handsome, smart, comfortable financially, and could have his pick of most of the women in town.

But he didn’t want most women.He wanted me.Me.Extra curvy, unemployed, debt-laden me.On a chart, he was at the top and I was at the bottom.But right here and now, the opposite was true.In this instance, I had all of the power.He was submitting to me, giving up control to me.

In so many ways, in so many aspects of my life, I felt helpless.I felt forced to deal with whatever was dropped in front of me.But not in this.This was the one thing I had control of.I was allowed to choose my destiny.He gave me permission to decide our fate, regardless of what the Creator declared.

That was the most humbling, most awe-inspiring gift anyone had ever given me.

My heart cracked at the edges as emotion welled in my chest, tightening my throat.“Look at me.”I pressed my palms to his cheeks, his stubble prickling my skin.“I choose you.I choose your bear.I choose whatever this happens to be for as long as it lasts.”

“Forever.”He searched my depths.“I will do whatever it takes to make you happy forever.”

Brushing my thumbs along his tanned flesh, I smiled at him.“What would make me happy right now is for you to claim me.”

I gasped, crying out as he plunged into me.My grip tightened on him.I crushed my eyelids together, trying to breathe evenly as my body adjusted to him.

He shuddered atop me.Wrapping his hands around my shoulders, he pressed himself flush to me.Brushing gentle kisses over my eyelids, he soothed me.“I’m sorry, honey.”His voice was whisper soft.“I promise it’ll feel better in a minute, but you’re so damned tight.”He groaned, shoving impossibly deeper into me.His features contorted, twisting with something akin to torture.“You feel so fucking good.”

“Good to know.”Opening my eyes, I gave him a small smile.

Suddenly, he took off, pounding into me.

Within seconds, the pain was replaced with bursts of pleasure, rocketing through me.Hooking my hands around his triceps, I met his hips, arching into his every move.

His eyes began to flicker, striations illuminating as he pummeled me faster and harder.

My body shook beneath him, overwhelmed by his power.I held on for dear life, far beyond figuring out where he ended and I began.All I could do was see in rapid blurs of motion and feel.God, he felt good.Every thrust, every bump, every glide touched tender bits, sending sensations cascading through me before tension bound me once again.

I couldn’t keep up with him.

He assaulted my senses.He left me stunned and speechless with each upward stroke; he had sounds pouring from me that I’d never heard before.He caged me in, making me feel trapped beneath him, and yet, in the same second, he made me feel free, like that I was finally busting through every wall I’d ever erected.

Pressure constricted me, winding each muscle, knitting in my womb as he continued his pace.I was breathless, helpless against his onslaught.Adrenaline pumped through me in heavy waves, my heart beating rapidly in response.Perspiration licked every inch of me as I attempted to keep up.But I didn’t feel guilty for not keeping up.

Suddenly, he brushed my hair aside, nuzzling my neck.He wet my flesh, never losing his cadence.

My yearning left me in a fit of knots, desperation flaring within me.My breasts heaved with each inhale, his chest abrading my own as he took me.Lifting my legs, I locked them around his waist, and suddenly, he slid deeper.It was too much.It was not enough and then it was too much.I couldn’t fight it anymore.

Pleasure crashed through me.Pain had me crying out, stiffening around him as his growl sent shivers down my spine.Another roar sounded from him as heat scorched my womb, as a fresh bout of pleasure fluttered through me.I held onto him as he continued to pummel me, as he fucked me roughly, wildly.

My pussy contracted around him, as warmth slid through me.My body quaked; my limbs shook as my heart beat violently.I bowed into him, rubbing my plus curves along his firm frame; whimpering, feeling raw, overwhelmed, I sought his strength, his protection, and his reassurance as I surrendered to his command.

He peppered me with gentle kisses.“Shh.It’s okay, honey.”He cradled me to him, slowing his pace.He captured my lips, catching the last of my cries.

I was hypersensitive to every brush of his hard to my soft.I was hyperaware of how we fit together so well, despite our differences.Microscopic fissions of pleasure shot through me on occasion, reawakening sensations that were quickly dying down.

When he came to a stop, we both sighed around each other, slumping, relaxing our grips.

Allowing my legs to fall to the bed, I glided my hands along his sticky flesh until I cupped his face.“That, was sexy.”I giggled.

He smiled against me.“You’re sexy.And now you’re all mine.”A snarl escaped him.“Ours.You’re all ours.”He kissed me again, as if he couldn’t get enough of me.

Breaking away, I looked at him.“When can I see your bear?Do you physically change into one or is it sort of a spirit thing?”

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