The BEARly Tamed Grizzly (Bear Clan 3)

Faster and harder.

She had to hold on to me tightly while I claimed her. And the harder I fucked her, the more sweat covered my skin. I needed more. I’d always need more.

Ours.

She’s ours.

Yes. Yes, she fucking was.

The air sawed in and out of me, and I curled my fingers around her waist even harder. I knew I’d leave bruises on her alabaster skin, but I wanted those on her body. I wanted her to see them tomorrow and know that she was mine.

Pulling back enough so that I could look at where our bodies were joined, I groaned at the sight. The image of my dick moving in and out of her was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen, could have ever conjured in my fantasies. Her pussy lips surrounded my shaft, stretched around my girth, and her wetness coated my length. I got a prime shot of that glistening arousal every time I pulled out.

“You. Are. Mine.”

I was never letting her go.

The feeling of her pussy muscles clenching around me, the way her breathing picked up and the sight of her pupils dilating told me of her imminent orgasm. I started pushing and pulling in and out of her even harder and faster.

I fucked her ferociously.

“Come for me, India. Give it to your mate.”

And then she cried out and came around me, and the scent of her getting off was so damn intoxicating I felt my own orgasm start to claim me.

I started pumping my hips faster, bottoming out inside of her, and feeling like the fire inside of me was about to burn me alive. I threw my head back, roared out as I came, and filled her with my cum. I needed to saturate the inside of her. I needed it coming out of her.

I just needed her.

“I’m coming again.” There was shock in her voice.

I growled low. “I have to mark you.” I placed my mouth at her neck, dragging my lips down to where it met with her shoulder. Fuck, my mouth watered to mark her, and I wasn’t about to deny me or my animal. “I have to do this,” I murmured against her flesh.

“Do it. I want it, Oli.”

No more resistance. No more fighting.

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Her scent told me she was ready, eager for it even. She tilted her head to the side even more, baring herself to me.

I sank my teeth into the supple flesh, loving how her tight little pussy gripped me, as if she didn’t want me to stop.

And then I pierced her supple flesh, right where her shoulder met her neck. The sweet, tangy flavor of her blood bathed my tongue, and I growled out. I held on to her waist harder. Another blast of pleasure filled me.

My saliva moved into her bloodstream, making her forever smell like me.

Her long, drawn-out cry had me lifting my head from where I’d marked her. I watched the orgasm cover her face.

Perfection.

The pleasure continued within me, my seed filling her. I felt my bear start to subside, sated, calm for the first time … ever. Only then did I pull out of her. I looked down at where I’d just been buried, seeing my seed slip from her pussy, making a wet spot on the bed.

I pulled her to me and wrapped my arms around her, holding her close, not wanting to let her go. And I wouldn’t. Ever.

I inhaled deeply and let out a rough sound at the fact she smelled like me, that she was, in all senses of the word, mine.

“Talk to me,” I whispered and held her close, never wanting to let go.