The BEARly Tamed Grizzly (Bear Clan 3)

For the next half hour we sat around just talking, me learning about the family, about the bears’ backgrounds, their lives, and the mating of Zakari and Maddix.

“Let’s get out of here,” Oli said softly, his mouth by my ear as he whispered those words, his lips brushing the shell.

I nodded, not trusting my voice. He had my hand in his and was helping me to stand before I could even say anything. He grumbled something to his brothers about needing alone time, and then he led us outside.

I didn’t know where we were going, where he was taking me, but before I knew what was happening, he was leading us through the woods, this well-worn path in front of us, twisting and weaving through the trees. It was so beautiful, with the trees surrounding us, the sounds of birds in the distance, of little animals scurrying on the forest floor.

Oli held my hand the whole time, taking his time as we walked down the path. After a while, I realized he was taking me to a clearing, the sound of a creek and the smell of fresh water filling my head.

It wasn’t just any creek, but one that was fed from a large pool, a trickling waterfall attached to that. It was gorgeous, with rocks surrounding it, the light feel of mist filling the air. It was relaxing and peaceful, but when Oli turned and faced me, and I saw the heated look on his face, I knew this wasn’t going to be a moment where we just sat and contemplated life.

He took a step toward me and I took one back, this tango of moves, my body seeming to know what he wanted me to do.

A tree stopped my retreat and I reached back to place my hands on the rough bark, my breathing increasing as I looked up and into his face.

> He looked positively … hungry for me.

“I am,” he growled low and immediately buried his face in the crook of my neck.

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, holding him close, wanting so much more.

“I need you, India.”

I rested my head back on the tree and made a soft sound of desire. “I need you too, Oli.” Never in my life would I have thought I’d be about to have sex in the middle of the woods with my bear shifter mate. But I’d found a whole other part of me had opened up since meeting him.

“Let me make you feel good.”

I felt like I was finally being myself for once.

Oli started kissing and licking a path down my neck, along my collarbone, and stopped right at the top of my shirt. Could he feel my heart beating underneath my skin? It felt like a freight train behind my ribs.

He ran his tongue over the swell of my breast, the part that rose gently above the hem of my shirt. And then he gripped the edge and pulled it down, exposing the cotton-covered mounds.

He groaned deeply and latched his mouth onto my nipple, right over the material. A soft sound of need escaped me, and I reached up and grabbed his head, curling my fingers into his hair, keeping him close.

“That’s it, baby. Pull it until it hurts.”

I gasped when he gently bit at my neck. I pulled the strands hard enough he hissed and then moaned. He pressed his lower half into my belly and I felt how hard he was.

I reached down for the button and zipper of his jeans, but he shook his head, gently pushing my hand away. Oli pulled back and I forced myself to open my eyes, this hazy feeling washing over me as desire clouded everything else.

“This is for you, not for me.” He whispered those words, his voice harsh even though it was soft. And then he went to his knees, undid the button of my jeans, pulled the zipper down, and pushed my pants down my thighs.

He left my panties on, my pants now pooled at my ankles, the look he had as he stared up at me intense, feral.

I saw a flash in his eyes, the blue turning to yellow as his bear came forward. God, that was so hot, so attractive that his animal wanted a piece of me as well. He leaned in and ran his nose along the lacy edge of my panties, and I heard him inhale. I couldn’t help but close my eyes and rest my head back on the tree.

The air sawed in and out of me, my lips pursed, the very idea that if he just touched my clit I’d come for him. But he kept his head resting on my belly, his nose perilously close to the place that ached desperately.

The slight pressure of my underwear being pulled against my hip pierced the foggy haze of desire right before I heard material being rent, torn clean from my body.

He helped pull my jeans off and then slid his hand up the back of my thigh and lifted my leg up and over his shoulder. I felt the cool air tease my folds and panted harder.

“So fucking perfect.” The way he spoke had wetness slipping from me. “You’re so fucking pink and swollen for me, India.” He groaned and leaned in to swipe his tongue up my center, right through my cleft until he reached my clit.

“God, yes.”

He sucked on that bundle of nerves until I was gripping his hair again, tighter, harder this time, pulling at the strands until he groaned against me. The vibrations went right to every erogenous zone in my body.