A Baby for the Bear (Wylde Brothers 1)

He leaned forward and ran his tongue up her throat, over the corner of her mouth, and along her bottom lip.

Parting her lips and sucking his tongue into her mouth had them both groaning. Their flavors mixed together until it was all she could think of. Suddenly, his hands were framing her face, and his fingers were tunneling in her hair. He used his leverage to tilt her head to the side and take control.

For long, drugging minutes, they did nothing but kiss. He dominated her without bonds, controlled her without words, and promised her with just the touch of his fingers on her flesh. He slid his hand down her hips, over the curve of her ass, and gripped the mounds in an almost bruising manner.

Ary loved it and moaned for more. He gave her a light squeeze before moving lower until he curled his fingers around the backs of her thighs.

In one swift move, he had her lifted up, and she was forced to wrap her legs around his waist. The hard cock that pressed right between her thighs was huge and brought back wave after wave of remembrance of their night together. It had been far too long since they had been together, but that was going to be put to an end right now.

He turned around with his hands now back on her ass, spun her around so she wasn’t pressed against the wall anymore, and started striding down the hall.

“Where is it, baby?” he murmured against her lips but then went back to kissing her. He didn’t need to elaborate on what he was referring to. It was strange that this was the first time he had been to her home, and only the second time they would be intimate.

She broke the kiss long enough to answer. “Up the stairs, first door on the right.” He turned around and started heading back the way they had come, and she couldn’t help but chuckle at the humor in it all. Right before he headed up the stairs, she said, “Wait, the front door.” In their lust-filled haze, they had left it open for any and all her neighbors to see.

In just two long-legged strides, he was in front of the door, kicked it closed with his foot, and made his way back to the stairs to ascend them. Before she knew what was happening, they were in her room and she was on her back in the middle of her modest full-sized bed.

The sound of ripping material filled her hazy brain, and she realized it was from Charlie tearing her shirt off. He took a step back, and his chest heaved up and down with the force of his breathing. Not bothering with the buttons of his shirt, which she found highly carnal, he ripped the shirt from his body, tossed it to the ground, and went to work on his belt. Ary was so aroused her wetness slipped in the crease of her ass.

“Spread your thighs for me, baby.” Once the belt was free and the button undone from his pants, he stepped out of them. The fact that he wore no underwear was like a hot poker to her clit. Doing exactly as he said, she loved that she was the one who brought out the harsh grunt from him. His dick was just as impressively frightening as before, and when he took a step closer and knelt before her, her heart stopped.

Seconds ticked by with only the sound of his breathing and the feel of his breath along her labia. A hand on her inner thighs had her jerking with awareness. As he lowered his head until she knew there couldn’t be an inch that separated his mouth from the very center of her, Ary waited for his next action with anticipation.

“Ary, you are mine.” He lifted his head, and his emotions were reflected clearly on his face. He looked savage and powerful, making her feel dwarfed and miniscule compared to him. He was everything she wanted and a male who could ruin her with a few softly spoken words. To her disappointment, he rose above her without so much as a lick to her pussy.

Her clit throbbed in time with her heart, and the sound of her blood rushing through her veins filled her head. “I will destroy anything that stands in my way of ensuring you are completely mine. Do you understand, Ary?” His statement and question were a double-edged sword, because she knew as soon as she told him she was his that it would be set in stone.

When a male like Charlie wanted something and declared it so, there was no going back. As they stared into each other’s eyes, she knew the truth. She wanted to be his, no matter what.