Olcan (Boston Bear Brothers 2)

A loud cry escaped her, feeling like it was coming from someone else, another person somewhere outside her body. Her core convulsed as she came violently against him and then came some more, his deep strokes sending her into wave after wave of climax.

His staying power was incredible, taking her to her limits and then pushing her past them until she had nothing left to give. With one final stroke, he sank his cock deep inside her and let go of his own orgasm, a loud growl escaping from the back of his throat.

For a moment, they remained there with her spread across the counter and him atop her, then he pulled away and took her hand, leading her to the master bedroom belonging to James and Hannah.

“This isn’t my room,” she objected, having been warned to stay clear of their private space other than just dusting and such.

“I know,” he replied with a wry smile, stepping into the bathroom with her in tow to shower with him.

It was a lazy shower, using expensive soaps and shampoos and toweling off with their fluffy white and blue towels. When they were done, Olcan led her to the bed, pulling the covers back and climbing in beside her, their naked bodies curled together as they drifted off into a peaceful rest.

Later, she awoke to the sensation of Olcan kissing her lightly down the neck and across her shoulders, sending shockwaves through her body as it responded to him once again. They were soon involved in yet another round of passion, this time so slow that she thought she might cry in his arms. He was everything any woman would dream of in a lover, but it was tinged with the sadness that this might be all there ever was between them, imprint or not.CHAPTER EIGHTOlcan

OLCAN LAY THERE STARING up at the ceiling. He needed to leave, but he didn’t want to go. She didn’t attempt to cuddle after their last encounter, instead moving to the opposite side of the bed and turning her back on him. She lay there, quiet for longer than was comfortable. Finally, she climbed out of the bed, walking toward the bathroom.

He watched her perfect ass moving away from him and felt a tug in his groin. This was ridiculous. He kept trying to will himself to get up and leave and was finding it impossible.

“Thanks for the screw. You can get dressed and let yourself out,” she told him before disappearing into the bathroom and closing the door.

He looked at the carved oak barrier between them in disbelief. Had she really just dismissed him like some sort of fuck toy? Her words rattled around his head, and he realized she’d played off of what he had told her after their first encounter. It made him chuckle. She was a cheeky little lass, that was for sure. For a moment, he considered that it might not be so bad being attached to her, but then he dismissed it, deciding to make an exit while he had the chance, free and clear.

Climbing out of the bed, he reached for his clothes strewn across a nearby chair, but he stopped, laying them back down and walking across the floor and checking the bathroom door. It was unlocked. He opened it and stepped inside, pulling back the shower curtain and stepping in behind her.

“What are you doing?” she purred.

“Taking what belongs to me,” he replied.

If their first shower had been uneventful other than getting clean, this one was fully involved. Niamh dropped to her knees in front of him, her breasts wet from the splatter of the water across his back and shoulders as she licked and sucked her way up the length of his hard dick.

She was a bit clumsy with it. He was guessing that she was fairly inexperienced, which seemed odd for an Omega who had been married before, but it also pleased him that he could teach her just how and where to touch him and he did so, directing her softly as she grew increasingly more energetic at devouring his sizeable erection.

He reached down and gathered her wet hair in his hands, pulling it upward to get a better view of her long, slender neck as her head bobbed up and down, her mouth engulfing the length of him again and again.

He wanted to pull her up, pin her against the shower wall and fuck her again, but the warmth of her tongue and throat wrapped around his engorged cock felt too good to let go.

“God, yes,” he groaned as her tongue flicked back and forth down the long vein underneath and paused to tease the head of his dick before slipping her mouth back down the length of him again.

He continued to hold onto her hair, using it to dictate her pace until he could no longer hold back. She rolled the head of his cock around the base of her throat as he exploded, letting loose with everything he had left.