Page 74 of The Right to Bear Claws
Her smile was soft and wicked all at once. “I love the sound of that,” she whispered, stepping toward him like gravityexisted only between them. “Though I have to admit… I’m more interested in what comesafterthe ceremony.”
His cock throbbed instantly at the promise in her voice.
“Are you now?” His bear rumbled, that possessive sound he couldn’t suppress around her. She stepped into his arms, the scent of night-blooming jasmine enveloping him like silk and home and everything good he’d ever lost and now had back.
She kissed him, soft and slow, then deeper—tongue curling, hands gripping the lapels of his suit jacket, pulling him down, pulling him in. Her heart pounded against his chest like it was trying to reach his.
“Let me,” he whispered into her mouth, fingers sliding to the row of tiny pearl buttons along her spine. “Let me worship you.”
Her body trembled against him, but it wasn’t fear—it was anticipation, and she didn’t shy from it.
“I’ve been thinking about this for weeks,” she breathed.
He leaned close, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. “I’ve been thinking about this since I pulled you out of the lake. Even before I knew… my bearknew. You were mine.”
The dress fell away, each button released with reverence, his knuckles grazing her heated skin. The silk pooled at her feet in a sigh of lace and light. What was revealed made his cock twitch in his pants—white lingerie, delicate and barely-there, framing the pale curves of her body like art. But his gaze locked on the claiming scars on her hip. His marks.
Mine.
The word echoed through every cell of his being.
“Mine,” he growled, his voice raw.
“Yours,” she whispered, reaching up to loosen his tie with steady fingers. “And you’re mine.”
She undressed him slowly, reverently. Jacket. Shirt. Pants. Each piece removed with soft gasps and lingering touches. Hereyes widened when he stood before her—naked, scarred, thick with muscle and need.
“God, Elias,” she whispered, hand sliding across his chest, down to his belly, pausing above the base of his cock. “You’resobig.”
He caught her hand, bringing it to his lips. “Made to fit you. You’ll see.”
He lifted her effortlessly, placing her on the rose-covered bed like something precious. Her hair spread across the pillow like starlight, violet eyes dark with hunger.
“You saved me,” she said, voice shaking as he hovered over her.
“You saved me right back.”
He bent his head and kissed her breast, tongue teasing the tight peak through lace until she gasped. Her fingers dug into his hair as he dragged the fabric down and took her into his mouth fully, sucking deep, groaning when she arched up into him.
“I want to taste all of you,” he murmured, trailing kisses lower. He nudged her thighs apart, and she let him, opening with complete trust.
He kissed the inside of her knee, then the soft skin of her thigh, slowly working his way up to where she was soaked.
“Elias…” she breathed, hips twitching beneath him.
He buried his face in her pussy.
She cried out, her whole body jerking. He licked her with long, slow strokes, spreading her open with his thumbs so he could feast properly. Her taste was sweet and heady, laced with magic, her essence pulling at something in him—his bear, his soul.
“Fuck, you taste like heaven,” he groaned, tongue circling her clit before sucking it between his lips.
Her cries turned frantic, her hands fisting in his hair. Her hips moved with him, grinding up against his mouth.
“I need—need—” she gasped, legs shaking.
He didn’t stop until she was whimpering, incoherent, her orgasm hitting like a quake—her thighs clenching around his head, pussy pulsing under his tongue.
When she collapsed, panting, he kissed his way up her body, savoring the way she trembled beneath him.
