Between the Bear's Sheets (Wylde Brothers 2)

He pulled away enough that he could speak but kept his lips lightly pressed to hers. “I’m going to take you back to my place and fuck you so hard there is no mistaking you are mine, Talia.” Her heart slammed against her ribs, and all she could do was nod her agreement. He took her mouth again, successfully banishing all thoughts of the woman who clearly still wanted the male Talia knew was her mate.

It was with startling clarity that she realized she couldn’t leave Sweet Water intact now that her feelings for Ford were right at the surface. How had she even contemplated leaving when her emotions were a turbulent arc inside her?

Knowing she needed him now and that all her worries and contemplations could be put on hold until the fire inside her was sated, Talia forced herself to take a step back and look into his face.

His expression was one that had her curling her fingers into her palms or she would rip his clothes off him right then and there.

“I’m staying at the Linden Hotel. It is so much closer than your place.”

The low rumble that came from his chest was all the confirmation she needed, but before she could take any kind of initiative, Ford grabbed her hand and started leading the way, presumably to her hotel that was right around the corner.

He looked over his shoulder, his eyes at half-mast, and that damn half smile that made her panties soaked came out in full force. Her cheeks heated at his unspoken words of lust, and his grin spread. She struggled to keep up with his long, determined strides. The hotel she was staying at came into view only minutes later.

It certainly wasn’t the biggest or most luxurious one she had stayed in, but it beat the alternative in Sweet Water, which was really a drive-by motel situated right next to the bar she had gone to with Luke.

No thank you on that. Luke was staying with Mina at her parents’ home, and although she had been offered a room, Talia could only handle so much of the human female and her hoity-toity family.

Before he could ask her what room she was in, she took the lead, which resulted in a deep growl coming from him. The fact that he was so very dominant might have offended other women, but Talia couldn’t lie and say she didn’t like it.

It made her feel all girly and wanted. Her hand was sweaty as she fished out her keycard and unlocked the door. Once inside the room she took in the small full-sized bed. It certainly wasn’t the king-sized one at Ford’s, but the fact that they would be even closer sent a fresh wave of desire through her.

“I—” Her words were cut off when she was spun around and pressed against the wall by Ford. Her shirt rode up, and she could feel the slightly textured wallpaper press against her exposed flesh. He claimed her lips with his, probed his tongue between the seam of her mouth, and took control like the animal he was.

Fabric rending filled the room, and then the cool breeze of the air conditioner brushed along her body.

With a flick of his wrist, he had her bra undone and tossed to the side. He cupped both of the overly sensitive mounds in his large hands and massaged them. Never breaking the kiss, he ran his thumbs along her aching nipples until she found herself pressing her chest more firmly against his touch.

They groaned in unison when he took his thumb and forefinger and pulled at the peaks, drawing them out more until she felt the blood rush to the surface.

In a move so quick she couldn’t even grasp what was happening, Ford let go of her breasts, grabbed her under the ass, and lifted her. He wedged his jean-clad cock against her now spread thighs and thrust forward three times. Her skirt was bunched along her upper thighs, and her legs were clasped tightly around his waist.

Despite her panties and his pants in the way, she knew she could get off easily this way if he kept moving his hips forward and pulling them back in the rhythmic way he was doing.

“God, I am going to fuck you so hard there won’t be a place on you that I haven’t claimed.”

A gasp left her, and she speared her hands in his hair, tugging at the dark strands until he grunted and tightened his hold on her. He thrust against her even more frantically until she knew her panties were soaked all the way through.

“Quit talking and do it already.”

His chuckle was deep and filled with more than just humor. Never in her life had she been so fierce, but here she was, acting completely out of character ever since she met Ford. She loved how she was with him, loved that she couldn’t control herself, that he made her feel like she would explode if he didn’t touch her, and she never wanted it to end.