A Baby for the Bear (Wylde Brothers 1)

The low, rumbly growls that came from him vibrated through his chest and went straight to her clit. There was something definitely different about him, like he couldn’t control himself and needed this more than he needed to breathe.

She inhaled deeply, smelled the scent of his alpha bear surrounding him, and knew right now he wasn’t Charlie the human, but a wild animal.

“Charlie, what’s gotten into you?” Her words stuttered out of her from the rhythmic way he thrust his hips back and forth against her. His dick was hard and thick and brought back the erotically delicious memories of their night spent together.

Not that she was complaining, and if she thought he was alpha personified before, she was starting to realize there was more of it hiding inside him. He trailed his mouth down her neck and licked and sucked at every exposed inch until she begged him for more.

“I want you so fucking bad, Ary.” He slammed his hands on the wall on either side of her head. She swore the picture frames right above her head shook from the force of his actions. Through the corner of her eye, she could see his nails had turned into claws and were currently digging into the drywall. “I’ve tried so hard to control myself around you, but it’s just too fucking hard. I want to claim you, baby. I want the damn world to know you’re mine.” His voice was gravelly and no longer human-sounding. “I’m not going to curb the animalistic need to mate with you. Not now. Not ever.”

The air was charged with electricity, and the hairs on her arms stood up. It didn’t take her shifter senses to tell his bear was close to breaking free, not when she could see the swell of his muscles beneath his shirt or feel the aggressive arousal pouring off him. His huge body blocked out the light from the partially open doorway, and the heat that poured off him was like a sauna.

At the first touch of his fingers on her swollen, soaked pussy lips, Ary let her head fall back against the wall and moaned out.

How could one week make her feel so needy and desperate for him? As he used his knee to force her thighs wider apart, she gripped onto his lean yet rock-hard waist for support. Taking his index and middle finger and placing them on her inner labia, he spread them apart.

“Fucking hell, Ary. I can smell you, feel how wet you are for me, and know I won’t last five seconds once I have my cock shoved deep inside you.” Before she could respond, or at least make a noise that she was just as desperate as he was, Charlie had retracted his claws and pushed two thick fingers inside her.

Nails digging into his skin and mouth parting as the stretch from the penetration consumed her, all she could do was hold on as he started to fuck her with those digits.

In and out, he pumped them into her pussy, all the while keeping his eyes locked with hers. They were no longer blue but a dark color that seemed to swallow his pupils whole. It was a testament to how close he was to shifting. The fear over that fact should have left her immobile and not aroused, but it had a far different effect on her.

Her nipples swelled beneath the now too rough shirt, and as if he sensed that discomfort, he reached between them, placed one of his claws at the base of her throat, and started dragging it down until it reached the collar of her shirt. The material parted beneath his touch like a warmed knife going through butter.

Every so often, she could feel the very tip of his claw press against her flesh, not hard enough to hurt, but with enough pressure to let her know it was there regardless. It was a reminder there was no more Charlie Wylde in front of her. The male who touched her let off a scent of ownership, one that had her wanting to submit to him in every way possible.

“You’re mine.”

Oh God. His voice, gravel under the tire of a car, was loud, slightly distorted, and like nothing she had ever heard. The sound had her toes curling, her breathing increasing, and her heart pounding so fast and hard it felt like it was lodged in her throat and moving into her ears.

She had wanted him like a fiend before, but seeing the possessive gleam in his eyes, feeling that crackling energy that at this moment he was more bear than man, and having his fingers still moving in and out of her had Ary realizing she wanted his mark, and she wanted him to claim her hard.

Everything became deathly still and quiet. Seconds later, he removed his fingers from her, brought them up so she could see how wet they were, and proceeded to suck her juices off his index and middle finger. The sight was highly erotic and like nothing she had ever witnessed before. It had her blood boiling and her knees weak.