The BEARly Tamed Grizzly (Bear Clan 3)

Her eyes were wide, her mouth slightly parted as she looked up at me. “Yes,” she gasped out.

“Do you see my animal right at the surface?” I asked in a harsh voice.

She licked her lips and nodded. “Yes,” she whispered. “I need you naked, Oli. I need you.”

In a matter of seconds, I’d torn off my clothes, tossing them aside and moving back so I was on top of her, pushing her legs apart with my body, settling between them. I groaned and pressed my cock against her again. “I want you so fucking bad, so much it hurts.” I was close to getting off from grinding against her. Her pussy was soaked, and my cock slid through her slicked slit, bumping her clit.

When she dug her nails into my biceps again, I pushed away all other thoughts except what was happening right now. I relished the sting she caused, the fact she broke skin because she was too far gone … just like me.

“Oli,” she moaned in mindless abandon.

“India. My mate.” I ran my tongue up her neck and stopped at her mouth. I moved my hands down to her waist, clenched my fingers tighter into the lush curves of her body, and swore under my breath.

Fuck, I loved everything about her, loved that she was submitting to me. Just. Fucking. Loved. Her.

The emotion was fierce and violent, something I wasn’t able to control even if I wanted to. Which I didn’t.

I’d fallen in love with her the moment I scented her, before I’d even seen her face. My mate.

I pushed back an inch, looked between our bodies, and even though it was dark, my vision was crystal clear.

“Spread your legs wider.” I barely got the words out, and even though she heard me, I could hear how broken up they were because I was so close to shifting.

India obeyed right away, the scent of her sweet, musky pussy slamming into me even harder. I felt my nails turn into claws. Not once, since finding her, had I been this close to shifting, not even when I’d first seen her … found her. My muscles were thickening, my bones aching as they were about to break and realign.

I felt myself start to shake, knew if I didn’t control myself I’d be my bear before too long.

“Oli,” she whispered and ran her hands up my arms.

“I’m good,” I said on a shaky, rough voice.

“I want you. All of you.”

I closed my eyes and groaned. Her saying that wasn’t helping my control. My animal was coming out, and I knew that once I had my cock in her, his presence would be even more pronounced, more brutal.

I went back to kissing her, and soon it became desperate, needy, and full of passion and heat. Right now I was just an animal needing to be with my mate, needing to claim her.

“I can’t breathe,” she said and leaned her head back. I stared at the slender line of her throat, my mouth watering, my teeth aching. She looked down the length of my chest, and lower still until she could obviously see my cock. I knew that once I was buried inside of her, I wouldn’t last.

When she reached down and touched my chest, ran the pads of her fingers lightly across my abdomen, I couldn’t stop the low sound that left me.

“I’ve never seen a man as big and strong as you,” she whispered, and then curled her hand around my waist, puling me closer. I braced my hands on either side of her head just as she rose up and ran her tongue along my bottom lip. My body was shaking, my muscles tense. She reached between us and touched my cock and I cl

osed my eyes and groaned.

“I’ve never been with a man,” she whispered and my canines ached, my cock jerked, and my heart raced.

I moved my hand to her hair, tugged at the strands, forcing myself to be gentle. Right now I was all animal, acting on instinct. “Good, because you’re mine.” I growled the words out. “I’m going to fuck you, make you scream and cream all over my cock.” I could have said it a little less harshly, could have tried to make her feel cherished and special, but at the moment I was primal.

She moaned and thrust out her breasts, and my mouth watered for a taste. Her pleasure bloomed, saturating the air. She was wet and smelled so fucking good. I pulled away to slide my hands down her legs and grab on to her ankles. They were delicate, fragile.

I pushed her legs farther apart, staring down at the sweet center that I’d soon be destroying. Her pussy spread open for me so obscenely it made my dick jerk. Pre-cum was a continuous presence on the tip of my dick, and the longer I stared at her sweet, red cunt, the more I felt like I was losing control.

I was going to make her scream in orgasm before I slid my cock into her body. I’d make her need my dick like she needed to breathe. I slid my fingers through her slit, moving her moisture around, my hand shaking with how far gone I was.

I did this for her as much as I did it for myself. I gathered her wetness, made sure my fingers were soaked in the fluid, and then brought them to my mouth. Lifting my gaze to her face, I brought the digits to my mouth and licked the cream from them, my focus never wavering from her.

Her throat worked as she swallowed, and I continued to suck the cream from my fingers, not wasting a drop. “You taste so fucking good, so sweet. So mine.”