Between the Bear's Sheets (Wylde Brothers 2)

With her panties unbearably wet and rubbing with every move she made, Talia shifted on her feet, trying to ease the ache. He took her face in his hands, and without anything being said, he kissed her senseless.

For long, drugging seconds, all he did was move his tongue along hers, making her drunk from his flavor until she didn’t know where he ended and she began.

Breaking the kiss then grabbing her hand, he led them up the three steps it took to reach the porch. He pushed the door open, and as soon as she stepped inside, he had her in his arms, his hands on her ass, and was striding down a hallway. It was like he couldn’t get enough of her mouth, because his lips were right back on hers, taking them like he owned them, like he owned her.

He spun her around until he had her pressed against the wall. Talia felt like she was back at the bar, being possessed by him. The feel of the tips of his fingers skimming along where her shirt had ridden up sent shivers throughout her whole body.

She could feel his nails lengthen into claws, pressing into her bare skin with the threat of breaking her flesh. Her nipples were hard as hell and felt as though they would tear right through her shirt. Seconds later, the sound of her shirt being ripped pierced the sexual haze of him taking her mouth, and then the tattered remains fell to the ground around her.

He set her on the ground, and before she could even blink, he had her pants unbuttoned, unzipped, and pushed down her thighs. Talia stared down at him as he kneeled before her and pulled her pants from her body, tossing them aside.

She stood there in her bra and panties, not caring that she was overweight, because this male caressed every part of her like he couldn’t get enough.

“God, I could touch every inch of you, and I would never get enough.” His mouth was on her thigh, and he was dragging his tongue up her leg, over her rounded belly, between her thighs, and to her neck. She was liquid beneath his touch, but ready for so much more. He moved his tongue along the base of her throat and licked and nipped at her pulse point. She was sick of talking and sick of petting. She wanted him to fuck her until she couldn’t walk, until all she could feel was him still inside her even when he wasn’t.

He gripped the back of her thighs, right under the crease of her ass, and lifted as if she weighed nothing. Wrapping her legs around his waist and running the tip of her nose up the side of his neck, she inhaled deeply and groaned at the scent of him.

He smelled like the trees and wilderness that surrounded them, like the wild animal that resided inside him. Her red fox could tell his bear was right below the surface, ready to take her like there was nothing he wanted to do more at the moment.

The room was dark, and when he bumped into something and made a grunting noise, she couldn’t help but laugh. The rough scrape of his stubble along her cheek had her laughter dying and her eyes rolling in the back of her head. The slight discomfort spurred her pleasure, and she wanted more.

“I want it rough, Ford. I want to feel you on every part of my body.” A gasp left her when she felt his canines scrape along her shoulder. He growled, a true bear-like sound that had her tightening her thighs around his waist. His dick was hard between her thighs, hot and thick, and she wanted it inside her now.

“Fuck, Talia. What are you doing to me?” He sounded pained as he murmured against her neck. Was he having second thoughts? The feel of his jean-clad erection pressed between her thighs told her he was right there with her, but he sounded as though he was unsure. “I want this, but this is all new to me.”

She gripped the sides of his face and lifted his head up. The room was shrouded in shadows, but she could see a lot of emotions passing across his face. The prominent one was this darkness that seemed to take over him, tightening his body and having a flash of self-hatred taking control.

Her fox could sense it, and her human could as well, and that meant he wasn’t trying to conceal it… or he couldn’t control it.

“I just want to feel you tonight.” Talia didn’t want to say the next part, but knew she had to make him realize his fears of her wanting more, whether she actually did or didn’t, were unfounded. Just looking at him told her he wasn’t the type of guy to have something meaningful, not when he was clearly so hurt by his past. “I just want you to touch me. I’m not asking for anything more.” The sound that came from him was rugged, but she knew he wouldn’t deny either of them what was inevitable.