“Asher…” I whispered his name and closed my eyes again.
Humming around the tight hole, he continued to lick at me, slowly at first as if he were trying to get me used to what was certainly something new to me. But then his actions started getting more demanding, more forceful. He squeezed my ass cheeks, growled against my now soaked flesh, and I needed to feel him truly let go.
I moaned. “Asher. God.”
He renewed his efforts by slipping a hand between my legs, finding the hard nub of my clit, and rubbing it back and forth at the same time he licked my asshole. Asher pulled back and used his other hand to press a finger to the tight ring of muscle. I tensed, never having even imagined that having someone touch me back there would feel so … incredible.
Gently inserting the finger into my hole, he never stopped rubbing my clit with his other hand. I started to shake uncontrollably, and as I curled my hands into the mattress, bunching the sheets in my fists, I knew I wouldn’t last.
But I knew that’s what he wanted. Asher wanted my surrender.
“Come on.” He growled those words out. I knew it was his bear talking to me right now. “Give me one more.” He pressed his finger harder on my clit and rubbed it back and forth, faster and harder. I looked over at him, my mouth opened slightly, the desire moving through me like a freight train. He pushed another digit into my ass, and I could feel how slick I was for him. He worked his mouth all over me at the same time he fucked me with those fingers effortlessly.
“I feel so full.”
“Yeah, you fucking do, baby.”
And then he removed his fingers from my clit and
ass, grabbed the root of his dick, and held it at my pussy hole. I held my breath as I waited for him to push inside of me.
“You ready?” His voice was a growl, bear-like in its intensity.
“So ready,” I whispered honestly.
And then he shoved in deep and hard in one long stroke. The cry that came from me had a roar leaving Asher. He picked up his speed, his cock stuffing my pussy full. He started moving his hips back and forth, really fucking me.
For being a virgin, Asher knew how to bring out all the exquisite pleasure in me.
I couldn’t hold off, wouldn’t stop myself from going over the edge. My inner muscles started milking his dick and he removed his fingers from my ass, held onto my waist, dug his claw-tipped fingers into my skin, and slammed into me repeatedly.
“Fuck,” he grunted. “Christ, Ainsley.”
I moaned and gasped, the pleasure going on and on, never-ending, being prolonged by his cock tunneling in and out of me.
“Yeah, that’s it, Ainsley. Squeeze my cock so damn good, baby.”
And then I felt him bite my neck, his canines piercing my flesh. I knew instinctively he was marking me … claiming me irrevocably.
“Yes. God,” I gasped out.
He grunted against my neck, but then pulled away, licking at the wound he just gave me, lavishing attention to it. He slammed into me again, and whatever he hit deep within my pussy had these cries of ecstasy leaving me. This low growl left him and he fucked me harder, as if those noises I’d just made fueled him on, were exactly what he’d needed.
I looked over at him and stared into his face, holding on to him as if my life depended on it, and let him take control. I was sore, but that discomfort had everything in me exploding into a thousand tiny pieces of pleasure.
Sweat lined his temples, dripping down his face and landing on my skin. It burned in the best of ways.
Asher didn’t stop thrusting into me. My arms shook as I held myself up, as I let him fuck me. I saw stars dance in front of my vision, felt fireworks light off inside of my body. I was high, floating above my body as if I were weightless.
This was what feeling complete was like.
This was what being mated felt like.
The animal-like sounds that came from him told me he’d found his release. But I had felt it, those hot jets of his cum filling me, bathing my insides as if he marked me there as well. My neck throbbed from his bite, but it was the good kind of pain, the kind that told me I was owned just like I owned him.
And when my breathing started to slow, only then did Asher slow his movements. He pulled out of me with a grunt and collapsed beside me. I was already on my belly, my arms giving out, my face toward him. He lifted his hand and brushed away a strand of hair that was stuck to my dampened forehead, his fingers lingering over my temple. He smoothed his fingers down my cheek, along my jaw, and circled the mark he’d given me.
“It’ll heal, but always be present,” he said as if transfixed, mesmerized. “It means you’re mine, Ainsley. Every male will see it and know.”