The BEARly Reluctant Grizzly (Bear Clan 4)

I stared at her chest as she continued to touch herself. The scent of her arousal slammed into my nose, her pussy soaked, the sweet aroma filling my head and making me crazy with lust.

“What do you want, Ainsley?” I lifted my gaze from her breasts to her face. She had her mouth parted, her eyes wide.

“Asher,” she breathed out. “I want this. I want you so badly.” She had her hands off her breasts and her fingers now digging into my biceps, pulling me closer to her.

I’d never deny her anything.

“If you knew how much I want you right now, it would scare the fuck out of you.”

She was already shaking her head before I even finished speaking.

“If I don’t have you now, Asher, I’m going to die,” she pleaded.

I placed a hand on both of her thighs and slowly moved my fingers toward her pussy, staring at her face for a suspended moment before looking between her thighs. I exerted pressure until she spread even wider for me. I couldn’t breathe as I watched her pussy lips spread open, saw her darker pink, soaked flesh being revealed.

I’d be the first one to have that, to claim her, and nothing would ever take this moment away from me.

“So fucking hot,” I found myself saying out loud.

With my wide shoulders between her thighs, keeping them open for me, I closed my eyes and just inhaled. The scent of her pussy was musky and sweet, and I felt my tongue swell with the need to run the length through the center of her body and taste her.

To devour her.

And I wasn’t going to deny us any longer.

I placed a thumb on either side of her pussy, pulled her lips apart, and covered her entire cleft with my mouth. I worked my tongue in her hole, moved it in and out, and then flattened it and slid it all the way up her slit, closing my mouth around her clit. The breathy sound she made was like adding fuel to the fire of my need.

I did this over and over again, licked and sucked at her, keeping her open with my thumbs and making sure to memorize every inch of her cunt. The beast within me wanted out, wanted to claim Ainsley because he was a selfish bastard. But my human side was just as selfish and refused to back down.

Mine.

That one word roared through my head on repeat, this war drum pounding in my skull, bringing up every primal instinct I had within me where it concerned my mate.

My nails were now claws and I felt my incisors elongate. The gasp that came from her when she clearly felt the sharpness of them had my cock jerking in response.

“Asher.” She gasped the word out. “God. Your bear.”

“I know, baby. He’s there, right there at the surface.” My voice was so distorted it wasn’t really human any longer. “He wants out, wants to claim you in the most primal, raw way a mate can.” I shook my head slowly. “But I’m too selfish to let the bastard have his way.”

I could smell how turned on that made her.

I lifted my head from between her thighs and felt the glossy wetness of her cream all over my lips. I made this low hum of approval, running my tongue over my lips and tasting her deliciousness. And then I had my mouth right back on her pussy, sucking on her clit harder than before.

“I need you to come for me,” I growled against her soaked flesh.

And I sensed her surrender in the air. She cried out, the tendrils of her orgasm rising up and saturating the air.

She reached out to tangle her hands in my hair. “Yes,” she cried out and closed her eyes, arching her back in the process.

I moved my tongue over her flesh, licking her like she was a melting ice cream cone on a hot July day. God, I was already so damn addicted to her. I rose up from between her thighs and made another gruff sound, one that had her opening her eyes.

“Ainsley,” I said deep, dark … my voice full of need. “I’m not nearly done with you yet.”

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Ainsley

The pleasure was unlike anything I could have ever imagined, had ever felt. And I knew it would only get more intense, more consuming.