“I want that, too,” she said low, soft. She reached out, curled her hands around my biceps, and pulled me closer. For long seconds, we just looked into each other’s eyes, and I had a hell of a time not taking her right then and there, fiercely and possessively, rough and fast.
I smelled her nervousness, her innocence, and I knew I needed to take this slow with her, or as slow as I could make myself.
“You’ll only ever be mine. No other male will have you.” I leaned back and inhaled deeply, so drunk off the smell and sight of her. I couldn’t handle it. “You’ll never know what it feels like to have any cock but mine.” She made a small sound of need for me. “You’ll never know the feeling of a male’s hands on you but mine, Rue baby.” I looked into her eyes, knowing she could sense how serious I was. How could she not when I was growling the words in a purely bear way?
She breathed harder, faster, and I allowed my inner animal to come forth, willingly letting him have his time in the sun without having to push my human side out of the way. We could share this moment.
“Now,” I said and heard the deepness, the distortion in my voice. “Let me see how you look bared, Rue. Let me see what’s mine.”
She swallowed, and after a moment passed, she gave me what I wanted. She gave it all to me.
I couldn’t help but breathe hard and fast. I wanted her; that was undeniable.
She looked at my mouth and then back at my face. “I’m nervous, Damon.”
I closed my eyes and groaned. God. She sounded so sweet. So good. “I know. But there’s no need, baby. Trust me to make things good for you, to be gentle and thorough.”
I had her up in my arms seconds later, turned, and walked us over to my bedroom, right to my massive bed.
Once she was lying on her back, her hair fanned out over the white sheets, I just stared at her. The sight of her was a visual orgasm. I took a step back and admired the view.
I stood there for long moments just staring at her, and then in a gruff voice I said, “Open for me, mate. Let me see what I’ll be claiming, marking tonight.”
She opened her thighs for me, her pussy now on clear display, and a harsh groan left me. I was on my knees before her seconds later, the animal in me demanding I claim Rue, take my mate in all the ways a bear shifter does with his fated female.
I smoothed my hands up her legs, over her thighs, and curled my fingers into her soft flesh. I pulled her thighs apart even farther and leaned in until there was only an inch separating our mouths. My denim-covered cock was pressed against her inner thigh.
“God. Damon,” she whispered, her mouth brushing against mine as she spoke.
“You want me, don’t you?”
She nodded. “I want this—you—so badly.”
I leaned back and looked down at her gorgeous chest, her breasts rising and falling almost violently with her increased nerves and arousal. My mouth watered for a taste.
I looked at her face, gauging her reaction, seeing the ecstasy on it.
“Damon,” she moaned.
I loved it when she said my name. “How wet are you for me, Rue?”
She breathed out slowly. “I’m so wet for you.”
I hummed in approval. “And this is all for me, isn’t it?”
She nodded.
“No. Say the words.”
“It’s all for you, Damon.”
“That’s right it fucking is, baby girl.” I made another low, pleased sound in the back of my throat. I slipped my hand between her legs while still staring at her. But I didn’t touch her pussy right away, just kept my fingers poised right on her inner thigh, right by that crease where her leg met the tight, hot little part of her. The heat from her pussy could have scorched me. But fuck, I wanted to get burned.
Pulling her leg even farther out with my other hand, I didn’t deny either of us. Not anymore.
I touched her pussy.
She opened her mouth and gasped, and I wanted to swallow that sound, take it into my body.