Page 27 of The Bear's Fated Mate
As if she’d opened the gates of a dam, Alex moved. His lips locked on hers and he kissed her frantically. Tongues tangling as he took control of her hips. Lifting slowly before bringing her down. Faster, harder.
His fingers pressed hard enough to leave bruises, but she didn’t mind. Hell, she wanted it. Wanted it all. The heat rising between them, the building pressure in her core. The pounding demand on her sex as she used her thighs to help lift herself high enough so he could thrust upward without manipulating her body weight. Pulsating rhythm, a demanding assault on her senses.
His hands were free to roam and tease. Lifting her breasts high enough so he could take one nipple into his mouth then the other. Sucking and licking in a way that showed he was more than pleased to have her as a playmate.
When he slipped one hand between her thighs, thumb pressing over her clit, another wave broke. Her sex squeezed tight over his shaft as a cry burst from his lips.
He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight, burying his face against her neck so he could suck hard. Marking her in a primal way.
Heat in her core, heat wrapped around her from his torso, and the pulsating heat at her throat—
Almost perfect.
Alex slowly lay back on the mattress, legs still dangling off the bed, and Lara draped over him. He stroked his hands through her hair while their hearts pounded and their chests heaved, fighting for air.
Lara lay there and enjoyed every second. In spite of it not being real, it was delicious, and she would take every bit of him that she was offered.
She pressed her lips to his chest and offered a kiss before easing up far enough to look at his face. He was staring at the ceiling, hand still moving lazily through her hair.
“So?” Lara lifted a brow. “How was your dining experience?”
Alex smiled. “Not bad for an appetizer, but by the time we hit the main course in an hour or two, I think I’ll have hit my stride.”
Hysterical. She was about to make some comment about lofty dreams when she realized his cock was still inside her, and what’s more, it was growing thick again.
His smile widened. He wiggled his hips and when a low gasp escaped her, his laugh rang out.
Alex cupped her face and kissed her, gently this time. “Remember. I did ask, and you did say yes.”
Three hours later, Lara called mercy. He’d taken her a half dozen times, and in between he’d given her a massage, a foot rub, and more orgasms than she thought possible without irreversible damage.
She was on her front, fingers clenching the quilt as if that would stop her from puddling into a mass of goo and sliding off the bed. “Are you trying to fuck me to death?”
Alex flopped to the mattress beside her, legs tangled with hers. A sheen of sweat covered his brow, and his eyelids were at half-mast as he stared at her contentedly. “Breather? I could use a pizza or five.”
Both their stomachs growled so loudly at that moment, the sound damn near echoed off the walls.
Lara laughed, blowing away a strand of hair that had fallen across her face because she didn’t have the strength in her arms to move it with her fingers. “They have a Michelin-starred restaurant, and you’re going to have pizza?”
“Oh, I’m going to have their signature dishes as well as pizza. You like pepperoni?”
“Vegetarian,” she offered, just to watch him wince. “Kidding. Wolf, remember? Meat lovers. See if they’ll offer a Bunny Special.”
He snorted. “Damn. You remember that? That was a stroke of brilliance by whoever came up with the news article to cover up the fact the local Panago had a shifter-special topping option.”
Lara willed her body into a sitting position, running a hand up his chest because she could. “Thank you, I was rather inspired that day.”
Alex curled himself around her. “Seriously, that was you?”
“I had to do something. It was one of the damn Orion pack who sweet-talked the manager into adding bunny cutlets with spicy peppers and extra cheese to the menu. Security doesn’t just mean keeping people out of places where they shouldn’t be. It means spin-doctoring when necessary.”
He made a face. “I don’t think I would’ve had the smarts to think of that one on the fly. My brother deals with that kind of bullshit. Good for you.”
They crawled farther up the bed and leaned against the pillows as they examined the room service menu. They ordered an impossible amount of food then ducked into the shower.
Lara slapped his hands away a dozen times before she gave up, only escaping when the buzzer for the door went off.
Alex was still staring, hunger for more than food in his expression, as she tied on a robe and made her way to the door to let in the waitress.
