The BEARly Tamed Grizzly (Bear Clan 3)

I found myself shifting so my body was facing his, the sound of the previews starting, but everything else being drowned out. We were both breathing so hard, his broad chest rising up and down faster, his eyes lowered to half-mast as if he were in a drugged-out state.

I had made him feel like that. I had put that expression on his face.

“This is insane, Oli.”

He shook his head slowly. “No, India. This is perfection. This is exactly how it’s supposed to be between us.”

And before I knew what was happening, before I could anticipate his next move, he had one hand cupping the side of my face, his long fingers curled around the nape of my neck, and his mouth on mine.

A soft sound escaped me, a sigh of completion, of relief. This was what I’d been waiting for my entire life. This very moment, with this very man.

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Oli

I didn’t know how we found ourselves in my truck, still parked in the theater lot. We’d left before the movie had even started. I sure as fuck didn’t understand how I was keeping control right now.

I had my arms around India, my mouth on her neck. My canines were elongated, and I knew she could feel them, the sharp points pricking at her skin. I wanted to bite her, pierce her tender throat and give her the marrying mark, let my saliva go into her bloodstream, making her mine irrevocably.

The mark would always stay, a visible reminder to anyone who came close that she was mated and fucking with her meant they dealt with me.

But I held back. When I did finally mark her, it was going to be in a bed, not in the truck in some fucking theater parking lot.

The soft moans that came out of her told me not to stop. I ran my tongue along her skin, the sweet taste testing my control. My cock was so fucking hard, my balls drawn up so tight they were liable to explode.

I wanted inside of her really damn bad, wanted to feel how wet and hot she was, how tightly her pussy would clench around my dick.

I pulled back and immediately slammed my mouth on hers, slipping my tongue past the seam of her lips, delving into her. I licked and sucked, making her take all of me, sliding my hands down to grab her waist. She sucked on my tongue and I grunted in pleasure.

I curled my fingers into her flesh, my nails starting to turn into claws, my bear right at the surface. The bastard wanted out, wanted to be selfish and have India all to himself. But hell, my human side was like that as well, and in this moment, I was not about to give her up.

“I feel like I’m burning alive.” She said those words in a breathy moan against my mouth, and I grunted in response.

I was pretty damn proud of myself for controlling my basic urges, for not tearing off her clothes and fucking her right in the cab of the truck.

She pulled back, and I took a deep breath, telling myself to calm down, to go slow. This was her decision and her pace. She called the shots even if I wanted to be the alpha, even if I wanted to complete the mating and finally claim my mate.

“Are you burning alive too?” Her words came out on a whisper.

Although it was dark in the interior of the truck, no parking lot lights nearby, I could see her cheeks were pink, her lips swollen and glossy from my kiss. Her hair hung over one shoulder, the locks dark in the moonlight, slightly curled at the ends. My fingers twitched to grab them, to rub them between my fingers, to pull on them until her head tilted back and her throat was bared. Then I’d sink my canines into the soft, supple flesh of her throat.

“Fuck yeah I am, baby,” I managed to say, my voice husky, jagged. “And it’s taking a lot of fucking self-control as it is.”

I reached down and adjusted my cock, the stiff length pressing against my zipper, demanding to be free. I had no doubt pre-cum was steadily forming at the tip of my shaft. Hell, I could feel it start to dampen the denim of my jeans.

I swallowed, my throat feeling rough, my mouth dry. My tongue was swollen, my entire body tense. We said nothing, sitting there for long seconds just staring at each other, the arousal and chemistry between us moving back and forth, like a ping-pong match that neither one of us could win.

“I feel like I’m losing my mind,” she said and looked down at my lips. I groaned and before I could reach out and pull her against me, India had her chest pressed to mine, her arms wound around my neck.

Her lips were slanted against mine, and I put my hands back on her waist, curling my fingers against her body. I couldn’t stop myself as I pulled her onto my lap, her legs going on either side of my thighs. I used a little bit of force to press her down on my straining dick, and she mewled when my erection dug into her pussy.

We started really kissing then, me thrusting my tongue in and out of her mouth, my hands on her hips as I pressed her down on my dick. I lifted my hips at the same time, dry humping the hell out of her, grinding my cock against her pussy, knowing I could get off from this alone.

The way she panted against my mouth, the sweet little moans that came from her, were almost my undoing. I found myself breaking away from her mouth again, trailing my lips along her jaw line and settling at the soft spot right below her ear.

I could feel her pulse beating beneath my tongue, this rhythm that matched my heart. We were perfectly in tune with each other. She was made for me, and as soon as I finally had her, as soon as I finally made her mine, everything would be perfect.

Everything would fall right into place.