The BEARly Tamed Grizzly (Bear Clan 3)

“You’re so fucking perfect,” I murmured against the side of her neck, dragging my tongue up the length, taking her scent, her very flavor inside of me. My canines ached, my mouth so dry.

I needed to mark her. Just a little sample, a little prick.

I opened my mouth and suctioned my lips around the arch of her throat, groaning at how good that felt. My canines would only need a little bit of pressure and they’d sink right in, pushing my saliva into her bloodstream, my scent.

She ground herself against me, her mindless need evident.

“Oli.” She moaned my name over and over again, her desire thick in the air, filling the interior of the truck. She smelled sweet, like cotton candy that had just been spun, the mouthwatering aroma a tingle in my nose. It made me harder than fucking steel.

And then she reached between our bodies and I held my breath, my mouth still at her throat, my canines still delicately pressed to her skin. I snapped my eyes open and stared out the windshield. She started undoing the button of my jeans.

I should’ve let her continue, knowing that she would’ve touched me, would’ve taken my cock in hand and eased my suffering. But I wasn’t about to take my mate for the first time in a fucking rental truck.

I wanted her in a bed, somewhere warm, with her body spread out for me, her hair fanned behind her, and her expression showing me a look of ecstasy.

“I feel so...consumed,” she whispered and I grunted in response.

I closed my eyes again and gently added pressure on her throat. I hadn’t broken her skin yet, but the fact was I wanted to so fucking badly. I forced myself to pull back and look at her face, ecstasy covering her expression, her mouth parted, her eyes glossy with desire. I reached out and took her hands in mine, her wrists so small and delicate, dainty almost. I brought her fingers up, kissing each one, running my nose up the center of her palm. I followed that same path with my tongue, from the heel of her hand to the tip of her middle finger. I licked her, tasting her skin, seeing how much it affected her.

“As much as I want you to touch me, as much as I want to touch you, I will not do that in this truck.” I pushed her hand between us again and let her feel the hard length of my dick. “You feel that? It’s all for you.”

She inhaled sharply.

“The first time I take my mate it’s going to be in a bed where I can memorize every inch of your body.”

She didn’t say anything for a moment, but she didn’

t need to. I just wanted to hold her right now, keep her body close to mine, revel in the feeling that I was now complete.

“Take me to my place.”

Her words were like a bucket of ice water saturating me. But it had the opposite effect of dimming my arousal.

Her words inflamed me even further.

I opened my mouth but nothing came out.

“Before you say anything, before you ask me, yes, Oli. I’m sure this is what I want.”

I leaned in and pressed my mouth to hers, kissing her fiercely. When I pulled back it was to see she still had her eyes closed.

“I was actually going to ask where you live.”

She smiled and I felt myself grin. When India opened her eyes, I could see her acceptance of this mating, of me.

“Are you sure you’re ready to finally complete this mating, finally let my bear sample you?” My voice dropped lower, my bear coming forth, pushing at my control. “’Cause there’s no going back.”

“I don’t want to go back. I want to go forward with you, Oli.”

The smell of her blossoming arousal had me clenching my jaw and praying like hell I could control myself enough to get us to a bed. If she wanted me, she’d have every raw, bear-shifting inch of me.

Chapter Eight

India

We crashed through the front door of my apartment in a tangle of limbs, heavy panting, and sexual groans. I had no doubt the neighbors had heard us, maybe even peeked out a crack in their front doors to see what was going on. But I didn’t care if they saw. Let them look, let them see how much I was wanted, that I was with this gorgeous man and he was mine.

Oli slammed the door shut with his foot and stood there a moment, his head slightly downcast but his gaze locked right on me. He looked so primal in this moment, like the animal he truly was.