Page 71 of Mated to the Mountain Bear
“Zara, is this okay?” I ask, my lips a hair’s breadth away from her entrance. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No!” She shakes her head, and her hands flutter in the air before settling on the sheets. “I mean, yes, it’s okay. No, don’t stop.”
The pleading, desperate edge in her voice makes me smile. I give her another long lick, my powerful tongue giving herthe pressure she needs in exactly the right spot. Every little movement and noise is catalogued in my brain, my bear determined to work out exactly what makes my mate crazy.
Swallowing her honey has my bear rumbling steadily, and the vibrations travel through my mouth and onto her needy flesh. She cries out, her fingers digging into the sheets beneath her, as she practically climbs up the bed to escape the intensity of the sensations.
“Oh, fuck,” she mumbles, twisting her head to the side, eyes squeezed shut against the unfamiliar sensation.
“Just me,” I murmur. “I’m your mate, remember? Everything about us is going to feel a little... intense.”
She laughs, breathless. “A little?”
“Relax.” I tilt her hips to give me better access, and she just surrenders to it. My hand slides along her silky skin from the inside of one knee, up and out to her hip, gently but firmly holding her exactly where I want her.
I stroke over her clit with my tongue, swirling and sucking it between my lips to tease her, but once I figure out what she likes, I adjust the speed and pressure to exactly that. The slight sting of her nails on my scalp as she holds on tighter spurs me on.
As a string of incoherent mumbles and curses falls from Zara’s mouth, her fingers dig into my hair. I’m obsessed with hearing her come, but unlike that night when I could only listen from next door, I’m going to be right here to witness it, with my mouth on her pussy, and her cum on my face.
“Yes, Ben, oh!”
Nothing could make me stop as her cries and moans become more and more breathless. Her core clenches and her stomach tightens as her release nears, but I want this to blow her away.
Still devouring her with my mouth, stroking her swollen clit with my tongue, I press my finger into her slowly.
She wriggles at the intrusion, but I hold her steady. “So big.” Zara pants, her eyes flying open as she looks down the length of her body at me. “Oh, fuck, that’s just your finger…”
I drag my finger in and out of her warm heat, gradually making each thrust a little faster, as she stretches and relaxes. I watch every facial expression for signs of discomfort, but she’s lost to her pleasure, her front teeth buried into her full, pillowy bottom lip, and her back is arched off the bed as she presses her needy pussy toward me.
“The wolf.” She gasps between moans. “He could…”
I don’t want to hear about the fucking wolf. Not now. Not with my mate finally in my bed, giving herself to me.
“He’s nowhere near us.” I lift my head just enough to meet her eyes. “And even if he was stupid enough to try something...” I let my eyes flash gold for just a second. “I’ll kill him.”
Her pulse races as she melts back into the mattress.
“Good girl.”
Adding a second finger makes her tense.
“Whoa, woah.” Her body clamps down around my fingers, and her nails dig into my shoulder.
“It’s okay, baby. I’m gonna make it great.”
Circling her clit to give her a break from the onslaught, I gently push my two fingers in halfway and drag them out, then further on each pass, until I have them all the way inside her perfect little pussy.
My bear loves the fact that she’s ours in this moment. Even if we haven’t claimed her, she knows nothing right now but me. With her honey coating my lips, and her body completely owned by me, she’s mine.
Even if it’s just for tonight, she’s all fucking mine.
“So beautiful,” I whisper, and my good girl does as she’s told, more and more of the tension leaving her body with each thrust of my fingers. “That’s it. You’re doing so well.”
The praise makes her clench around me, and I file that information away. My mate likes to be told she’s good. My bear delights at the knowledge.
Reluctantly abandoning her clit, I come up over her, my hand still buried between her thighs, and look down even as I flex my fingers, scissoring them apart, stretching her tight walls. “Zara, look at me. Breathe.”
When her gorgeous green eyes open and meet mine, I’m floored. There’s no apprehension, no hesitation, just adoration. Her palm is warm against my beard, and her thumb is stroking my cheekbone.
