Loving the Crown (The Crown 3)

She chewed on her lip. “Did I say something wrong? Safe sex is a thing in Galona isn’t it? Because it’s a deal breaker for me.”

I nodded. “Of course it is. And no, you didn’t say anything wrong. I have plenty for the night and the morning.” I kissed her neck.

I wasn’t going to stop fucking her until we both fell asleep from complete exhaustion. My bear would have to get over the impulse to fill her with cubs tonight. He’d found his mate. He had to accept where she was in this process. Right now, she was in the dark. She wanted sex, not a life mate. All of that would happen with time.

I only had to look at my brothers to know that was true. They had found their mates. Women

who had never known bear shifters existed before they came into the Marquis fold. Women who wanted cubs and a life in this family once they learned the truth. It was possible. Gillian needed time.

We needed tonight.

I was careful as I carried her to my bed. I didn’t know how much pain she was in with her arm. I got it. She didn’t feel anything now but the adrenaline rush. Her body surged with the orgasm I gave her. It was like an organic shot of anesthesia. Want and need superseded pain.

I was going to take care of her now, and that included her arm. I wouldn’t let her reinjure it, or make it worse. A bone bruise would take time to heal.

Her sweet scent surrounded me. She was eager for me. I could smell the honey dripping from her delicious pussy.

The master bedroom was dark. I folded back the comforter and slid her on her back.

“This is crazy, isn’t it?” she asked. Her voice was soft and quiet.

“No, it’s not.” I opened the bedside drawer and revealed an accordion packet of condoms. I grinned. “Is this enough for you, love?” I teased.

She swallowed. I could see her expression despite the dark shadows. My shifter eyes adjusted quickly to the dimness.

I ran my fingers between her legs. She closed her eyes and purred. All she needed was a stirring reminder. I pushed a finger inside her and she gasped.

“Somehow I don’t think for one second you think this is crazy. I think you’ve wanted this as long as I have.”

She tipped her hips forward, sending my finger deeper. “Maybe,” she taunted.

I slipped another finger insider her and she hissed. “You want it, love. Just say it.”

Her hips moved wildly as I began to push my fingers in and out, while I positioned her legs wide. She was spread open on the bed for me, like a gorgeous gift.

I took my fingers to my lips, licking her honey.

I groaned and quickly ripped the foil packet open. I rolled the condom over my wide shaft. It was pointed toward her heat. Toward home. Toward the sanctuary I’d sought all day.

She tilted her pussy toward me, letting her legs fall open.

I held my cock as I nudged the tip to her swollen pussy. My eyes closed. It was so hot and wet. Even through the stupid condom, I could feel the pull to her. The need to drive into her.

I wasn’t sure how to convince my bear to savor her body instead of slamming into it. How to tell him to enjoy each inch, instead of devouring it in one gulp.

“Liam,” she called to me. “I need this. I need to forget this day.”

“I know you do, love. I know.”

Her walls stretched around my steel shaft. She was so tight, I was afraid I’d hurt her. I’d cause more pain than pleasure with the first fuck. But maybe this girl was as greedy as my bear. Her good hand gripped my ass, urging me forward.

“Fuck me, hard,” she moaned. “Please.”

All restraint was gone. All patience lost. The remnants of my humanity were shattered as I plunged inside her.

It was like slicing into a crevice of heaven. My cock felt the consuming heat of her pussy as the friction built between us. My feet were anchored to the floor as I began to pump in and out. She matched my pace with a frenzied rhythm of her own.

She was unbelievable. Everything a mate should be. Sexual. Beautiful. Brave.