Page 33 of Just Right
It hits me again that, while I’m fully dressed for the late September weather, Rowan is completely naked. I’m not worried about him catching a chill; his built-in fur coat is enough to keep him warm. However, he’s naked… and I’m not.
My bear realizes that at the same time. Though it seems to pain him to lower me to the ground again, I see promise and lust and undeniable desire written openly for the first time on his face as he narrows his gaze on me.
“Take it off,” he orders, rough voice even more guttural than I’ve ever heard it.
I gesture to my coat. “This?”
“All of it.”
Well, then.
Let’s go.
I shrug off the coat. I guess I’m not fast enough for Rowan because, tapping into his bear, his nails become claws just in time to slash my t-shirt off of me. As he uses the back of his hand to brush away the tattered remains of my top, I kick off one boot, then the other before making quick work of my linen pants.
As I kick them away, Rowan’s dark gaze lands on my bare chest. His breath hitches as he stares at my tits. I know he’s already seen them. Hell, remembering the bath outside, he’s touched them, too. But this is different, and we both know it.
“I’ve thought about this,” he rumbles, dragging his fingers down my sternum. “Every night you’ve been in Blackmoor. Whatyou’d taste like… what sounds you’d make for me. For me, Goldie. Not Finn. Not Colt. I want you to whimper forme.”
I tilt my head. “I think I can arrange that.”
That dare is all I need before, suddenly, he’s scooping me up in his arms again. And that’s not all. He’s kissing me wherever he can. Starting with my lips, his mouth moves to my neck. My shoulder. He laps there, tracing the curve with his fang before licking the side of my throat. The whole time, he was moving. Dropping to one knee, falling to the next, he’s still kissing me as he lays me out on the earth.
Not on my back, though. He has me on my knees, just like him. A careful push has me falling forward, landing on my hands.
I should’ve expected this. Neither Colt nor Finn have chosen to take me from behind just yet, but Rowan… the most animalistic of my mates mounts me like he would if hewashis bear. Thankfully, he’s not—he’s pureman—as he lines his cock up at my entrance, but for the blunt head nudging it’s way inside… he’s fucking big enough to belong to a beast.
He presses a kiss to my upper back. “Stop me, Goldie,” he says again, “or I’m going to mate you now. I’m going to claim you.” Another kiss, followed by a rumbling growl. “I’m going tofuckyou?”
Promise?
I can’t help it. My body is begging for him, and so am I.
“Yes,” I gasp, arching my back, trying to take him in myself. “Please.”
Finn went slow and deep. Colt fucked fast and hard.
Rowan?
He possesses. He takes his time fitting his length inside of me, and every time I think he’s bottomed out, he has another half-inch for me. I’ve never known the true meaning of stuffedbefore. He fills me up completely, from the inside out, and when he does? He pulls out and does itagain.
It’s like he wants to drive me crazy. Like he wants me to trulybeg.
Outside, as night falls over Blackmoor, that’s exactly what I do. Because when he finally gives in, he fucks me like it’s final. Each thrust is slow, yet purposeful. At first, it’s like he’s trying to drive me mad. His fingers dig into my hips, yanking me back so that there’s nowhere else for me to go, as though he’d climb inside of me if he could…
I pant. I plead. I try to quicken the pace, asking for him to take me, to mate me, to make me his—and just as he finally gives me release, reaching around my front and tweaking my clit like pleasuring his mate is an instinctive maneuver, I throw my head back just in time to feel a sudden sharp pain as Rowan sinks his fangs into the curve between my shoulder and my neck.
The same spot that he lapped at earlier.
The same spot that he must’ve already picked out to bite me.
Because that’s exactly what Rowan does.
Just like he promised.
CHAPTER 10
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