Owl Be Bear For You (Camp Shifter Book 1)
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And Mara was rational to the core.
“Three fingers,” she begged, feeling him slide two inside, clenching as he did exactly what she asked, except Jack had a naughtier interpretation of her request.
The third finger brushed her tight ass, slipping past her pucker, the thrill of the exotic, the forbidden making her freeze, then melt. Just the tip was enough to make the room spin as her body took and took and took, wanting more of him.
Just... him.
She cried out his name, then hooted, then splintered into a thousand shards of self, a million moonbeams, her eyes open and watching his head between her legs with a hunger that grew as he licked her, the orgasms pouring forth like a dam being breached, his capacity for giving endless.
Free to take, Mara let him, reveling in the joy of being the center of attention, of having her body open and sprawling, soaked in the marinade of their combined juices, his tanned, hairy body moving with kinetic grace against her pale, shining curves. Her pleasure was the only thing that mattered to Jack right now.
So she made it matter, too.
One tiny shift in her angle and she exploded, screaming until she had no voice, thrashing on the bed until the covers were torn off, pulling his hair and begging him to continue, alternating between squeezing his head between her thighs until she was sure he couldn’t breathe and not caring one whit as long as his tongue just kept doing that and that and his fingers fucked her and she became the Mara she knew she always was deep inside.
Became that Mara through Jack.
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