The BEARly Tamed Grizzly (Bear Clan 3)

“Oli.” I breathed out his name so softly, I wouldn’t be surprised if he hadn’t heard me.

“Fuck. My mate.” Oli pressed his lower half into my belly, and the feel of his huge erection reminded me that he was so large I wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t even fit.

A fresh gush of moisture left me at the feel of that hard, thick length. I had to clench my thighs together to stem of the flow of wetness.

And thank God he didn’t say anything else, just slammed his lips on mine once more.

“I can scent your need for me, India. And I’m about to give you exactly what you desire. I’m about to claim you, mate with you. I’m going to mark you so all males know you’re mine.” He cupped my cheek and stared into my eyes. “And you want that, don’t you?”

I inhaled deeply, nodded. It was all I could do right now.

I needed what he offered, all of it, like I needed to breathe.

Chapter Nine

Oli

She blossomed for me, like a flower opening under the sun.

I was a definite fiend for India, the mating taking charge, wreaking havoc on my control. My bear was also a brutal bastard, clawing to get out, pissed at me for not letting him have a go at her.

I was too far gone to stop this now, and even if I had the strength, I wouldn’t have.

I needed her in every single way, and the scent of her arousal told me she needed this, too.

“Mate,” I said low, my voice serrated.

I was the one that was in control, would take this as far as my mate could handle, and give her all that she needed. Because I needed this, too, needed it like I needed to shift to find release.

I gently wrapped my hand around her throat, feeling her pulse jump under my fingers.

Her cheeks were flushed, dotted red from her lust. The sweet smell of her wet pussy filled my nose and made me groan, my bear a wild bastard for her. As I kissed her, taking in her flavor, her very essence, I ground myself against her belly. Her mouth was hot and sweet, and my cock jerked painfully, the fucker needing out and buried deep in her body.

I swept my tongue into the wet cavern of her mouth and stroked it along hers, eliciting a moan from her. I swallowed that sound, wanting more of it to come from her. Sliding my hands down her back, I gripped her full, round ass and brought her closer to me, which was almost an impossible act, given the fact we were pressed tightly together. My cock jerked at the feel of her softness, at the scent of her all but submitting to me.

The sound of her lightly moaning told me she was finding pleasure in this, and the way her nails dug into my arms let me know she needed more.

India slid her hands up my chest and dug those little nails into my skin. The clothes I wore abraded my flesh, but that was because I was on the verge of shifting from how potent my arousal was.

I was about to finally claim my mate.

I wanted to feel her body shaking beneath my hands and mouth. I wanted her losing control and coming undone for me. I was working purely on instinct now, and there wasn’t anything or anyone on this fucking planet that could stop me from claiming India.

“I’m so over the edge for you.”

“Oli,” she moaned against my mouth. “I want this. I want you.”

I pulled back and she looked into my eyes.

“You want this, then tell me.”

She was silent for a second and I felt my primal side rise, wanting her to submit to me.

“Take me. Claim me, mate.”

I leaned in close so our lips were a hairsbreadth away. “I’m going to make you smell like me, fill you with my cum so it slips from that tight little pussy.” I ran my tongue along her lips. “Everyone will know you’re mine.”

She moaned and rubbed her tits against my chest. “What else?”