BEARly Mated to the Grizzly (Bear Clan 2)

And he was an animal, all bear and all mine.

And the reality was I wanted to have Maddix in all his raw, male, rough ways, no boundaries, no restrictions. I just wanted him to claim me.

I opened my mouth, took his tongue between my lips, sucking on it, moaning. He tasted spicy, yet sweet, with a hint of the beer he’d drunk at dinner.

And with each passing second, I wanted it fast and hard, and right now.

He broke the kiss, much to my disappointment, and dragged his lips along my cheek. Not able to hold my eyes open at the feeling, I let my head fall back slightly and moaned at the feeling of his mouth on me, of his stubble moving along my sensitive skin.

“You and I both know that what we share, the feelings, desire, and this powerful fucking need, is not something either of us can deny.” He had his mouth right at my ear now.

I found myself nodding. He was right.

He ground his dick against me again, over and over until I found myself reaching up and holding onto his biceps for support. He was rock hard and tense beneath my palms, and I slid my hands over the bulging definition of his arms and up to his shoulders.

“God, Maddix.” I hadn’t meant to say anything, but the words tumbled out of me on their own.

“This need, desire, has been building in me my entire life. I’ve been waiting for you, Ali, been dreaming about you, fantasizing about you, fucking jerking off to the image of you being mine.”

I felt his lips move along the shell of my ear when he spoke, and a shiver worked through my whole body. He groaned and pressed his hard cock against me again, over and over again as if he couldn’t stop himself from dry humping me.

“No one will ever compare to you, because you’re it for me, Ali. You’re the one.” He pulled away only enough that he had his mouth close to mine once more. “Tell me you feel this too, that you want this as badly as I fucking do.”

There was no stopping it, no denying it. “I want this. I want you.”

And God did I ever. I was about to let Maddix fuck me, and I knew going down this road would cement what we were to each other.

I would be his.

Chapter Nine

Maddix

I couldn’t control myself. I made a low, animalistic sound in the back of my throat and moved closer to her again. I placed a hand on either side of her head, caging her in, not letting her escape this. Our faces were only an inch apart now, the sweet scent of her invading my senses.

Yes. Mine.

Ours.

She was aroused. I smelled how wet she was between her legs, saw how hard her nipples were beneath her shirt. I could see how her pupils were dilated, how fast her pulse beat at the base of her neck.

Allison wanted this.

I stared right in her eyes, and moved one of my hands closer to her face so I could run my thumb along the shell of her ear. “I’ll never harm you, will always protect you, but never underestimate what I’ll do, how far I’ll go for you, mate.” I leaned in another inch until our lips were close enough that when I spoke they brushed together. “You run and I’ll give chase. Always.”

She parted her lips ever so slightly, this soft sound leaving her.

“You’re mine, and there isn’t anything or anyone, man or shifter, that will take you from me.” I felt my bear rise up then, wanting to make himself known.

“This is so insane,” she whispered, but I saw the way she looked at my lips, scented the fact her arousal went up another notch by my admission.

I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. I found myself doing that over and over when I was in her presence, wanting to take in her very scent, to memorize it, to have her mark me. “I can smell how wet that tight pussy is for me.” I couldn’t stop the low growl that left me.

“Tell me how insane this is,” she whispered and looked at my lips.

“This is what life is about, what I’ve been waiting for.” Her arousal hadn’t dimmed, and although she tried to rationalize this, the mating claimed her as much as it did me.

I lifted my hand and pushed the long fall of her hair away from her neck, staring at the slender arch of her throat. My canines ached, saliva pooling in my mouth as I thought about puncturing her throat and marking her.