BEARing it All (Wylde Brothers 3)

“Slow is good, Bram, so good, but don’t hold back, please.” She arched her back, and her breasts rose up from the motion. Bram’s eyes were trained on the sight of her nipples hardening even further, and he gave her exactly what she asked for.

He sat back on his knees, encircled her waist with his hands, and fucked her like he meant it, and damn did he mean it. The sloppy, wet sound of his cock tunneling into her cunt was an auditory orgasm all on its own, and he worked his hips faster and harder.

He bottomed out in her every time he pushed back inside, and when he pulled out, he positioned himself so his length dragged across her swollen clit. He couldn’t help but look at her scar, and while still pumping into her, he bent down and licked the healed wound. She pulled at his hair, and the slight sting of pain felt so fucking good. He pulled away, wanting her to know that there was nothing about her he didn’t desire.

“I-I’m going to come again.” She moved her hands to his back once more and pierced his flesh with her nails. The sensations were all-consuming pleasure and had his orgasm washing through him. Her muscles milked him so strongly that he threw his head back and roared out his climax.

“Fuck, baby. Fuck. It’s so damn good.” His body jerked against hers as he emptied himself inside her willing body. His orgasm went on and on, and the fact that he was filling her with his cum, claiming her and saturating her with his scent had the bear in him clawing to get free and mark the supple flesh of her neck. “You’re mine, Kenzie.” His voice was distorted, his bear not relenting in claiming her. “Kenzie, Christ, Kenzie, I need to mark you, baby.” He continued to thrust into her shallowly, sensing her climax still claiming her. He didn’t want this to end, didn’t want to pull out of her body. “I need you to tell me you want it, that it’s what you want as well.” She stared up at him with wide, pleasure-filled eyes. “Ask me for it.”

The saccharine scent of her increased desire filled his nostrils, and he closed his eyes and growled low in his throat. “I know it’s frightening. Fuck, but I know it is. But we’re in this together.” He cupped the side of her face.

She didn’t hesitate when she said, “Yes, Bram, make me yours.”

His canines lengthened even more, and his muscles grew. Despite just coming, he was hard as stone and felt her answering wetness. Leaning over her, he first ran the tip of his nose up the length of her throat, inhaling deeply and taking her delicious aroma into his body. He was hers as much as she was his.

“I only want to be yours, Bram.”

“You’re only mine, baby, and I’ll fucking kill anyone who thinks otherwise.” He started thrusting into her again, fast and hard, and his second orgasm raced to the surface. He had never felt so uninhibited with a female and knew it would always be this way with her. Always. Letting his teeth scrape along her flesh, he felt her skin give beneath him and then tasted the tangy, metallic flavor of her blood coating his tongue.

He ran his tongue along the wounds he created, his mark, letting his essence coast over the open area, further cementing the fact that she was his. When both of them were sated, he gave her neck one last lick and pulled out of her. Kenzie moaned, and he grinned as she reached for him, loving that his little deer wanted more.

“Give me one minute, baby.” Kissing her on the lips before he got off the bed, he headed into the bathroom, grabbed a warm, wet washrag, and went back to her. Gently cleaning her between her legs, he noticed she was already on the verge of sleep.

After setting the rag aside, Bram let his hands glide over her smooth flesh. “You are so gorgeous, Kenzie.”

She hummed in response. Bram didn’t deny himself anything when it came to her, and so he leaned forward and started running his tongue around the delicate bone of her ankle. She was pliant beneath him, not fighting his urge to taste all of her.

He continued his upward path along her curved calf, over her knee, and continued onward until he was moving his tongue over her firm thigh. He repeated the action to the other leg, making sure to pay the same amount of attention to it. He licked a path over her hipbones, around her belly button, and continued over her ribs and to her breasts.

He sucked on her nipples for far longer than necessary, but that was more because he liked the feel of her under his tongue. Finally, forcing himself to continue memorizing her body with his mouth, he trailed his mouth up her throat and claimed her lips. For long seconds, all they did was kiss deeply, swirling their tongues together and mimicking the sexual act they had just done.