Bear Clan Complete Series Boxed Set

by Jenika Snow

  “Get undressed for me, baby.” I could hear my bear in my voice. It had a rough, harsh quality to it, one that was slightly distorted and on edge. I could see the way her nipples hardened under her shirt, and my cock jerked at the sight. I wanted to bury my face between her breasts and rub my cheeks on the stiff peaks, lick at her flesh, gently bite her.

  The whole time she got undressed, she watched me, and I stared right back at her, letting her see how obsessed I was for her already.

  And then she was naked for me, and I couldn’t help but stare at the large, perfect mounds of her breasts. Ainsley wasn’t skin and bone. She was thick and curvy. She was fucking perfection.

  She looked up at me with her big blue eyes, and I watched her throat work as she swallowed. “I’ve never done this before,” she whispered. “No man has ever seen me naked, has ever kissed me.”

  Fuck.

  I made quick work of getting fully undressed.

  “Ainsley.” I groaned her name. “I’ve never been with a female, never wanted anyone but you. My mate.”

  I couldn’t stop myself from grabbing the base of my cock and stroking myself from root to tip.

  “Is this really happening?”

  I nodded. “It’s really fucking happening, mate.” I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even think clearly. “Touch yourself for me.”

  I was breathing so hard and fast, I felt my chest rising and falling almost violently. “Imagine it’s me touching you, Ainsley.” A drop of pre-cum lined the tip of my dick, and I spread it around the head, adding lubrication as I jerked myself off and watched her obey me. I could have easily gone over there and touched her myself, but watching her lift her hands and grab the mounds, doing what I said, was such a fucking turn-on.

  What I wanted to do was go over there and touch every inch of her, lick every part of her body, and feel her writhe beneath me, but I wanted this visual temptation first. I wanted to erotically torment both of us before we caved and gave ourselves over.

  This had been a long time coming, and I wanted to prolong it. If I went to Ainsley now and touched her, I’d come before I even felt how hot and tight her virgin pussy was.

  “Like this?” she whispered, and I couldn’t hold back the groan. She sounded, looked, so fucking innocent.

  “Just like that, baby.”

  I watched as a blush stole over her cheeks and covered her chest. Ainsley ran her palms up and down her breasts, and then curled her fingers into the giving flesh.

  “Fuck, Ainsley. Just like that.” I was jerking myself off now, running my palm up and down my dick, staring at her tits as she moved her palms over the mounds. But the truth was, I couldn’t take any more of this delicious torture. My control slipped, nearly broke in half, and I found myself moving toward her, getting onto the mattress and curling my hands around her hips.

  She made the sweetest little sound at the contact.

  I stared at her chest as she continued to touch herself. The scent of her arousal slammed into my nose, her pussy soaked, the sweet aroma filling my head and making me crazy with lust.

  “What do you want, Ainsley?” I lifted my gaze from her breasts to her face. She had her mouth parted, her eyes wide.

  “Asher,” she breathed out. “I want this. I want you so badly.” She had her hands off her breasts and her fingers now digging into my biceps, pulling me closer to her.

  I’d never deny her anything.

  “If you knew how much I want you right now, it would scare the fuck out of you.”

  She was already shaking her head before I even finished speaking.

  “If I don’t have you now, Asher, I’m going to die,” she pleaded.

  I placed a hand on both of her thighs and slowly moved my fingers toward her pussy, staring at her face for a suspended moment before looking between her thighs. I exerted pressure until she spread even wider for me. I couldn’t breathe as I watched her pussy lips spread open, saw her darker pink, soaked flesh being revealed.

  I’d be the first one to have that, to claim her, and nothing would ever take this moment away from me.

  “So fucking hot,” I found myself saying out loud.

  With my wide shoulders between her thighs, keeping them open for me, I closed my eyes and just inhaled. The scent of her pussy was musky and sweet, and I felt my tongue swell with the need to run the length through the center of her body and taste her.

  To devour her.

  And I wasn’t going to deny us any longer.

  I placed a thumb on either side of her pussy, pulled her lips apart, and covered her entire cleft with my mouth. I worked my tongue in her hole, moved it in and out, and then flattened it and slid it all the way up her slit, closing my mouth around her clit. The breathy sound she made was like adding fuel to the fire of my need.

  I did this over and over again, licked and sucked at her, keeping her open with my thumbs and making sure to memorize every inch of her cunt. The beast within me wanted out, wanted to claim Ainsley because he was a selfish bastard. But my human side was just as selfish and refused to back down.

  Mine.

  That one word roared through my head on repeat, this war drum pounding in my skull, bringing up every primal instinct I had within me where it concerned my mate.

  My nails were now claws and I felt my incisors elongate. The gasp that came from her when she clearly felt the sharpness of them had my cock jerking in response.

  “Asher.” She gasped the word out. “God. Your bear.”

  “I know, baby. He’s there, right there at the surface.” My voice was so distorted it wasn’t really human any longer. “He wants out, wants to claim you in the most primal, raw way a mate can.” I shook my head slowly. “But I’m too selfish to let the bastard have his way.”

  I could smell how turned on that made her.

  I lifted my head from between her thighs and felt the glossy wetness of her cream all over my lips. I made this low hum of approval, running my tongue over my lips and tasting her deliciousness. And then I had my mouth right back on her pussy, sucking on her clit harder than before.

  “I need you to come for me,” I growled against her soaked flesh.

  And I sensed her surrender in the air. She cried out, the tendrils of her orgasm rising up and saturating the air.

  She reached out to tangle her hands in my hair. “Yes,” she cried out and closed her eyes, arching her back in the process.

  I moved my tongue over her flesh, licking her like she was a melting ice cream cone on a hot July day. God, I was already so damn addicted to her. I rose up from between her thighs and made another gruff sound, one that had her opening her eyes.

  “Ainsley,” I said deep, dark … my voice full of need. “I’m not nearly done with you yet.”

  Chapter 9

  Ainsley

  The pleasure was unlike anything I could have ever imagined, had ever felt. And I knew it would only get more intense, more consuming.

  He sucked faster and slipped his hand lower so he could now shove a finger deep inside of me. Instantly my inner muscles clenched around the digit, as if trying to draw him in farther. He groaned and added another one, the ecstasy almost too much for me, so that I was on the verge of begging for release.

  But I wanted this to last, wanted to hold out until he came right along with me.

  Yeah, that’s not going to happen.

  “You’re so hot and tight, and all this wetness is for me, Ainsley, isn’t it?”

  I nodded.

  He grunted. “Tell me. Say the words.”

  “All that wetness is for you.” I gasped the words out.

  He murmured something, words I couldn’t understand, words strung together in the heat of the moment.

  He gave my pussy one more long, languid lick, and then pulled away. I was about to protest, but Asher started to smooth his hands over my thighs and up my belly, and then molded his palms right over the mounds of my breasts. The sensitivity I felt had me crying out softly.

 
Asher leaned down and sucked on one of the stiff peaks of my nipples for a few seconds and pulled back. “Fuck, I’m having a hard time holding off, baby.” I watched in awe as he took hold of the base of his dick, aligned the tip of his shaft with my pussy opening, and then pushed inside of me.

  The head of his cock broke through the barrier, taking my virginity, claiming it as his. A groan left him when I clenched around him. “Christ, Ainsley baby.” He closed his eyes and grunted out deeply. “You’re so fucking primed for me, so tight and wet.”

  “Asher.” I panted out his name.

  He continued to push inside of me, deep and slow until his balls rested against the mounds of my ass. We both made a low sound of pleasure. Asher looked down at where his body was connected with mine.

  “You’re stretched around me, baby. You’re so pink and soaked.” He growled low, his bear right there. “And it’s all for me.”

  He pulled out almost all the way, and then pushed back in slowly. Over and over, he thrust deep inside of me, our wet flesh slapping together every time he pushed into me. He started to increase his speed and trained his gaze on my chest, the mounds bouncing slightly from his thrusting actions. He held on to my hips, the force of him fucking me having my body sliding up the mattress. The only sound that filled my head was our heavy, combined breathing.

  “Is it good, Ainsley?” he panted.

  I nodded. “So good, Asher.”

  “Touch yourself, baby.”

  I lifted my hands and gripped my breasts, pulling at my nipples, gasping at the sensations moving through me.

  “That’s fucking it, my mate. Tweak those titties, pull those nipples.”

  I gasped and closed my eyes. I was going to come again. I arched my neck and cried out long and soft, and he increased his speed. I was human, but I sensed his bear break, pushing forward, making it known he was right here with us.

  And then I came. I felt my inner pussy muscles grip Asher’s cock, pulling at him, trying to suck him in more.

  “God, Asher. Yes.”

  A light sheen of sweat covered my chest, and Asher leaned down and ran his tongue along the tiny beads, causing me to moan for more. Little tremors shook my body, and a hum of disappointment left me when he pulled out of me. But before I could complain, Asher had me flipped onto my belly. I looked over my shoulder to see him grab a pillow, place it under my hips, and then he just stared at my ass.

  “Look at this fucking ass,” he said and gave one side a smack before he grabbed a cheek in each hand and spread me wide. And then he just stared at the hole that was revealed.

  “Asher,” I whispered. “What are you doing?” My voice was breathy.

  “Baby, I need this tight little hole.” He looked me in the eyes.

  I licked my lips. “Back there?” I could hear the hesitancy in my voice.

  “Back here, mate.” He curled his nails against my ass.

  Without answering, but still holding my gaze, Asher leaned in and ran his tongue right up the center of my ass. I felt my eyes widen, my mouth part. He pressed his tongue to my anus, moved it around the tight hole, and then gently pressed in. All the while he stared at me.

  “Asher…” I whispered his name and closed my eyes again.

  Humming around the tight hole, he continued to lick at me, slowly at first as if he were trying to get me used to what was certainly something new to me. But then his actions started getting more demanding, more forceful. He squeezed my ass cheeks, growled against my now soaked flesh, and I needed to feel him truly let go.

  I moaned. “Asher. God.”

  He renewed his efforts by slipping a hand between my legs, finding the hard nub of my clit, and rubbing it back and forth at the same time he licked my asshole. Asher pulled back and used his other hand to press a finger to the tight ring of muscle. I tensed, never having even imagined that having someone touch me back there would feel so … incredible.

  Gently inserting the finger into my hole, he never stopped rubbing my clit with his other hand. I started to shake uncontrollably, and as I curled my hands into the mattress, bunching the sheets in my fists, I knew I wouldn’t last.

  But I knew that’s what he wanted. Asher wanted my surrender.

  “Come on.” He growled those words out. I knew it was his bear talking to me right now. “Give me one more.” He pressed his finger harder on my clit and rubbed it back and forth, faster and harder. I looked over at him, my mouth opened slightly, the desire moving through me like a freight train. He pushed another digit into my ass, and I could feel how slick I was for him. He worked his mouth all over me at the same time he fucked me with those fingers effortlessly.

  “I feel so full.”

  “Yeah, you fucking do, baby.”

  And then he removed his fingers from my clit and ass, grabbed the root of his dick, and held it at my pussy hole. I held my breath as I waited for him to push inside of me.

  “You ready?” His voice was a growl, bear-like in its intensity.

  “So ready,” I whispered honestly.

  And then he shoved in deep and hard in one long stroke. The cry that came from me had a roar leaving Asher. He picked up his speed, his cock stuffing my pussy full. He started moving his hips back and forth, really fucking me.

  For being a virgin, Asher knew how to bring out all the exquisite pleasure in me.

  I couldn’t hold off, wouldn’t stop myself from going over the edge. My inner muscles started milking his dick and he removed his fingers from my ass, held onto my waist, dug his claw-tipped fingers into my skin, and slammed into me repeatedly.

  “Fuck,” he grunted. “Christ, Ainsley.”

  I moaned and gasped, the pleasure going on and on, never-ending, being prolonged by his cock tunneling in and out of me.

  “Yeah, that’s it, Ainsley. Squeeze my cock so damn good, baby.”

  And then I felt him bite my neck, his canines piercing my flesh. I knew instinctively he was marking me … claiming me irrevocably.

  “Yes. God,” I gasped out.

  He grunted against my neck, but then pulled away, licking at the wound he just gave me, lavishing attention to it. He slammed into me again, and whatever he hit deep within my pussy had these cries of ecstasy leaving me. This low growl left him and he fucked me harder, as if those noises I’d just made fueled him on, were exactly what he’d needed.

  I looked over at him and stared into his face, holding on to him as if my life depended on it, and let him take control. I was sore, but that discomfort had everything in me exploding into a thousand tiny pieces of pleasure.

  Sweat lined his temples, dripping down his face and landing on my skin. It burned in the best of ways.

  Asher didn’t stop thrusting into me. My arms shook as I held myself up, as I let him fuck me. I saw stars dance in front of my vision, felt fireworks light off inside of my body. I was high, floating above my body as if I were weightless.

  This was what feeling complete was like.

  This was what being mated felt like.

  The animal-like sounds that came from him told me he’d found his release. But I had felt it, those hot jets of his cum filling me, bathing my insides as if he marked me there as well. My neck throbbed from his bite, but it was the good kind of pain, the kind that told me I was owned just like I owned him.

  And when my breathing started to slow, only then did Asher slow his movements. He pulled out of me with a grunt and collapsed beside me. I was already on my belly, my arms giving out, my face toward him. He lifted his hand and brushed away a strand of hair that was stuck to my dampened forehead, his fingers lingering over my temple. He smoothed his fingers down my cheek, along my jaw, and circled the mark he’d given me.

  “It’ll heal, but always be present,” he said as if transfixed, mesmerized. “It means you’re mine, Ainsley. Every male will see it and know.”

  I swallowed at the intensity in his voice.

  “Know what?” I asked even though I already knew the answer.

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sp; He looked into my eyes and there was this fierceness. “They’ll know you’re mine and if they fuck with you, my wrath is what they’ll get.” He cupped my cheek and leaned in close, kissing me, sealing his words. He broke the kiss and pulled me in closer, my chest to his, our sweaty skin reminding me of what we’d just done.

  I’d never thought this was how my life would turn out, but with all the loneliness I felt, all the misplaced feelings I had during my life, they all made sense now. Fate was waiting for Asher and me to find each other. We were those two missing pieces of a puzzle, and that puzzle was our lives.

  We’d saved ourselves for each other, never even kissed another person because we knew, deep down, without ever seeing each other, that there was someone special out there just for us.

  Fated mates.

  And once we were put together, completed the picture, making it whole … it all made sense.

  Cason

  I stood on my deck, leaning against the railing as I stared off into the forest. The sounds of birds filled my head, the sight of animals scurrying deep within the woods something I was able to pick up with my shifter vision. I was shirtless, my sweats hanging low on my hips, wild energy pumping through my veins. I’d already shifted twice today, let my bear free, let him be wild, but I was ready for round three.

  If I were being honest, I was not the type of person who particularly enjoyed being around others. I liked my solitude, my little piece of land away from everyone and everything. I’d built my cabin far away from my brothers, not because I didn’t enjoy their company, but because it was just easier for me to be with my own thoughts.

  And now that four out of the six of us had found our mates, with only Damon and myself without our other halves, it was really fucking easier to be on my own. Seeing my brothers happy and content, their fated mates by their sides, their families growing, had this ache settling deep within me.

  So yeah, being alone was really fucking good for me.

  And as the years passed, and the idea of my female grew further and further away, I realized that being out here was for the best. I’d started to become grumpier, more animalistic. I let my bear out more than I was sure any other shifter consciously did.