A BEARy Happily Ever After (Bear Clan 6)

No. It wasn’t weird. It felt right. God, it felt so right.

He took another step toward me, and I moved one back. Before I knew what was

happening, I was pressed against the tree, just like I’d been earlier today.

“What are you doing?” God, was that my voice? It was thick, slightly deep, husky, and laced with arousal. I heard it, felt it in my bones.

He said nothing as he crowded me, took up my personal space. But I liked it.

I needed more of it.

Chapter Five

Damon

Fuck. I wanted to take Rue right here and now, pressed up against the tree with the wilderness surrounding us and the only light coming from the moon above us.

I wanted a reckless mating, finally giving my mate my virginity. Taking hers. And I knew she was innocent, untouched. I could smell it, feel it as she looked at me with this uncertainty that screamed vulnerability.

She was mine. She’d only ever be mine.

“This is fast. Too fast,” she said breathlessly. I heard the need in her voice, the way her words were nothing but a lie.

This wasn’t too fast. We both needed more.

She was wet. I smelled it too, could practically taste that sweetness in the air.

I didn’t stop myself from leaning in and running the tip of my nose up the length of her neck. I all but purred out in pleasure as she tipped her head to the side and gave me better access, a soft moan spilling from her.

“That’s it, my mate. Surrender to me.” My words were barely a whisper with how worked up I was, how much I needed to slip my hand between her legs and see how wet I made her. But I didn’t want to rush her. I wanted her to be completely ready to give herself over to me. Because when that moment happened, it would be sweet bliss. Nirvana.

So against my better judgment, against my bear roaring out that I was making a big fucking mistake, I inhaled deeply by her neck once more before pulling back. She had her head resting on the bark of the tree, her eyes closed, and her lips parted slightly. My mouth watered to taste her again, to kiss her.

“Look at me,” I demanded harshly. And when she opened her eyes and stared at me, everything so clear, so focused, I knew only death would keep me from her.

Kiss her. Take her.

I cupped the side of her throat and slammed my mouth down on hers, taking her lips in a brutal, possessive kiss. I couldn’t stop myself, couldn’t control anything that was going on.

I expected her to push me away, maybe even slap my face. But she moaned, wrapped her arms around my biceps, and pulled me in closer. It was as if she couldn’t help herself. Maybe she couldn’t. Maybe she was just as far gone as I was.

And although I knew she felt this pull, the connection mates had with each other, she was also human. She wouldn’t feel what I felt, the intensity. She wouldn’t know how it was for a shifter to find their fated mate.

But she would. I’d make sure of it.

I’d show her, tell her, make her feel that she was the only one for me... forever. She would know the only thing I wanted in my life was to make her happy, to please her. Hell, I wanted to feed her from my hand.

I leaned, grinding my erection against her belly. The fucker between my thighs was thick and hard, long and incessant. I could feel my pants starting to get damp from how much pre-cum seeped from the tip.

“Tell me what you want.” I knew I shouldn’t have demanded it, should’ve gone easy with her, but I couldn’t help it where she was concerned.

I’d waited for her my entire life, and now that she was here, it was like this flood was moving through my body, drowning everything with need and possessiveness and passion.

I continued to thrust myself against her like some obscene fucker, but my bear was doing most of the actions right now. He was feral and intense.

“This is so... crazy,” she whispered, her warm breath teasing the side of my face. “Not telling you the truth seems wrong.”

I knew what she meant. It was the mating pull, her need to be completely honest with me, to give me what she wanted as much as what I wanted.