Page 26 of The Bear's Fated Mate
“Thank you,” he breathed out in a rush. “I’m sorry. I just can’t—”
He shook himself again as if trying to regain control, but Lara figured he only had so much of a leash on his inner beast. The fact he’d gotten her off twice already was a minor miracle.
From the grimace of pain on his face, he wasn’t having a good time arguing with his bear.
Time for her to take control.
He wasn’t expecting it, which was the only reason she got enough leverage in spite of his heavier weight pinning her. The slight give of the mattress helped as well, and the next moment he was under her and she was straddling him, rising on her knees and reaching down to take hold of his cock.
She stroked him. Once, then again. His eyes rolled back in his head and his jaw went slack.
“It’s okay, sweetie,” she teased. “You can show me more of your big bad bear moves later, but right now, I want this.”
She tucked the broad head of his cock between her folds then slid down over him. Inch by delicious inch speared into her body and filled her to the brim.
Utter silence filled the room.
Lara’s eyes were closed, and sometime in the last moment she’d forgotten to breathe. That had to be the reason why her head felt light and all her nerve endings were tingling. A lack of oxygen—it was the only logical explanation.
She dragged her eyes open and leaned forward, planting her palms on Alex’s chest. His face was completely relaxed, the corners of his lips turned upward into the most self-satisfied smirk she’d ever seen.
“Don’t you look like the cat that ate the canary,” she teased.
Deep, dark pools of lust met her gaze as Alex ran his palms up her thighs to grasp her hips. “I’m the bear that ate the wolf. And I’m going to do it again later, but for now, this is pretty fantastic.”
Tracing circles in the dark hair of his chest, Lara wiggled her hips the slightest bit. Just enough to savour the sensation of his thickness inside her. “You seem a lot calmer. Maybe we should stay like this for the rest of the week.”
His expression darkened. “The hell we will.”
She hadn’t meant it as a challenge, but he seemed to have taken it as one. Which wasn’t the worst thing in the world.
He curled toward her, abdominal muscles taut as he brought their torsos into contact. The oil on her skin slicked against him as he glided back and forth slowly, the hands on her hips moving her in the smallest of circles.
A personal massage of the most intimate kind.
He nipped at her lower lip. “Apologies for not bringing my A-game. Maybe we’ll put in a rush order for this go-round, and I’ll make it up to you the next dozen times.”
Dozen times…
Sexy bear. Silly man for thinking two orgasms wasn’t enough to already make her happy. Especially when she added in the parts she wasn’t ready to tell him.
Like how being in his arms and having him look at her that way made something inside her soul very happy. Made her want to sink her teeth into him and never let go, even though she knew it wasn’t time.
But the skin-to-skin contact was settling an ache she’d endured for the past six months, and as he kissed his way along her jaw to the sweet spot under her ear, Lara let herself enjoy every sensation to the fullest.
It was a lie, and it wasn’t real, but it was sweet enough to ease the hurt for now.
But then his mouth made contact with her skin, teeth rasping along her neck, and suddenly her wolf reared to the surface with a sharp inhale of anticipation.
Instinctively, Lara tightened her fingers in Alex’s hair and jerked him back. Dear God, she didn’t want to, but she had to make this clear.
She met his gaze straight on. “I like teeth, I won’t lie, but don’t bite my neck.”
His bear stared back. Pondering, analyzing her words.
His eyes widened for a second. “Wolf secrets.”
Pretty damn astute. She edged closer so he couldn’t see her expression, instead kissing the corner of his mouth. “No biting,” she repeated. “Now fuck me.”
