by Celia Kyle
They shared breaths, moist air bathing skin. Her scent surrounded him, crept into him, and sank into every blood cell. It was like she lived inside him, soothing and exciting his beast in equal measure. He craved her more than life, loved her more than anything, and his teeth ached to sink into her flesh.
Love. Fuck. Claim. Those words repeated in his mind over and over. It was a constant litany that quickened with each second he spent close to her. She leaned the tiniest bit forward, sending another wave of that sweet aroma toward him. Then she demolished him, destroyed his resolve, pushing him to the breaking point.
She kissed him.
Only a tiny brush of her lips against his, but it was enough to obliterate the restraining pen around his bear. The barb wire topped concrete block enclosure that kept the bear captive in his mind crumbled with the grazing kiss. His animal roared and broke free of its confines, shoving forward and filling Ty with one single thought: mine.
Without thinking, he rolled, pushing her to her back and then placing his body atop hers. He was careful to keep his weight from her body, but he needed the closeness and dominance that came from their position.
“Mine,” he snarled. His gums ached as his fangs descended and pushed past the flesh. They emerged in preparation of what was to come. The bear wasn’t taking any chances. The animal wanted Ty ready when it came time to bite Mia’s shoulder. It still grumbled about their interrupted mating at the clan’s gathering place.
Mia spread her legs, and he eased between them. With the juncture of her thighs exposed, the musky, heady scent of her arousal surrounded him, and his cock somehow hardened further. She cradled him perfectly, his dick aligning with her fragrant slit and he couldn’t wait to possess her. Memories of the salty sweetness of her cream assaulted him. Those were quickly followed by thoughts of her slick sheath wrapped around his fingers, milking his digits.
She rocked against him, sliding her heat along his rock hard shaft, and he cursed the presence of his shorts. He wanted skin on skin, hands exploring, and mouths trailing in their wake. He’d seen pieces of his lush Itana, but he wanted her laid bare before him.
“Yours. Forever yours.”
The words struck him, delved into his chest and wrapped around his heart. Emotions he’d been holding in check burst free and soared through his body. He met her gaze, taking in every detail of her expression and cataloging it. They’d only have one claiming, one chance to make it perfect and mind-blowing, and he didn’t want to fuck it up. She was his. Forever his. Mia’s eyes filled with so much love and need, the feelings bored into him and swept away the remnants of his hesitation.
“Make me yours, Ty. Not because they want you to, but because you can’t live without me.” Hope shone in her gaze.
“I can’t, Itana.” Emotion clogged his throat. “I could never live without you.”
Here he was, big, bad Itan and yet he felt the sting of tears. He’d never dreamed he’d end up with a mating like his parent’s, never imagined he could find someone who completed him, but he had.
As the words passed his lips, Ty lowered his head and pressed a gentle kiss to her mouth. His cock still pounded and throbbed in his boxers, demanding release, but he refused to be rushed by his bear or his body.
He traced the seam of her lips with his tongue, silently begging her to open for him. And then she did; she admitted him to a slice of heaven. He delved into her depths, tasted and explored every inch of her mouth. Her natural flavors, the sweet honeydew that seemed to invade her, burst across his taste buds. He moaned and pressed deeper, hunted more of her arousing essence.
All the while, Mia’s hands explored him, sliding over his arms, clutching his shoulders and grasping his back. She clung to him, tiny human nails digging into his skin and his bear rumbled in approval. It wanted to carry their Itana’s marks.
Mia sucked on his tongue, and he groaned, imagining her sucking his cock. Slick, hot and wet, it’d be heavenly as she pleasured him. And he imagined her pussy would be even better.
Easing their kiss, he pulled away from her all too tempting lips and moved back until he knelt between her spread thighs.
She’d worn enticing lingerie to bed every night after her father’s demand. She had been trying to tempt him into breaking and tonight’s outfit was no different. The silk and lace clung to her abundant curves. Her breasts spilled over the delicate cups meant to keep her flesh contained. Instead, it accentuated her lushness, tempting him with their inability to keep her mounds captured.
The smooth fabric that stretched across her stomach enhanced the dip of her waist and flare of her wide hips. The nightie rose high across her thighs, and when she spread her legs farther, the hem crept up more. Now her familiar, flimsy panties were revealed to him. She seemed to have a pair in every color, but one thing remained consistent: they revealed more than they hid.
The lace snaked its way over her hips, across the rounded mound of her stomach and then faded into a solid, slim panel of silk that hid her treasures from his gaze. The ruby fabric was darkened near her center. Her cream soaked the delicate weave and teased him with what it concealed.
His cock pulsed, anxious to be buried inside her clutching wetness.
Ty slid his hands along her knees, noting the smoothness of her skin beneath his callused palms. A tremor danced through her body, and he immediately lifted his hands. “Are my palms too rough?”
Mia struck lightning fast, rising until she could grasp his wrists, and she forced his hands back to her thighs. “They’re perfect.” She eased his touch higher. “Now claim me already.”
He chuckled and grinned at her, and a new wave of her arousal crept into him, making him need. But he forced himself to go slow, to take his time as he slid his palms along her sides and traced the curve of her hips. And he moved slower still when he got to her abundant breasts and cupped their heavy weight.
Mia squirmed, a blush stealing into her cheeks, and she tore her gaze from him. “Ty, don’t.”
He kneaded the plump mounds and rubbed his thumbs over her hardened nipples. “Don’t what?”
“They’re…” she waved her hands at her chest. “Big and saggy and there’s stretch mar—”
Her words ended on a gasp and, from a human perspective, his actions could be frightening, but he didn’t care. He had a point to prove. Ty easily transformed his index fingers from human to bear, gaining a razor sharp nail at the tip of each digit, and he sliced through the thin strap that held the top of her nightie in place.
The fabric fell away to reveal the pale, plump mounds he’d been dreaming about for weeks. The one time they’d been intimate, he hadn’t had the opportunity to discover all of Mia’s secrets, and now he had his chance. He sure as hell wasn’t going to waste it.
He cupped her breasts once again, weighing them and enjoying the feel of her silken skin against his. “They’re perfect.”
Ignoring his pounding cock, he leaned toward the tempting treats. His bear urged him, nudged him closer to their Itana. Keeping his gaze on Mia, he opened his mouth and flicked his tongue out, tapping one of her stiff nipples.
“Oh.”
He did it again, gauging her reaction, watching for any hint of pleasure or distaste. He found nothing but desire.
“Oh my.”
This time, he captured the bud with his mouth, sucking the hardened nub deep and continued to torment her with his tongue. He flicked and sucked, smiling against her breasts and reveling in every gasp, mewl, and moan that left her lips. She writhed beneath him, arching her back and pressing herself deeper into his mouth. And he took whatever she gave. This was the Itana he craved, the one who demanded, took, and screamed her desires.
“Ty… You… Oh, shit…”
Ty smiled to himself. He really was doing a good job if his mate had begun cursing. He hoped to hear quite a few more before the night was through. With his free hand, he continued tormenting her nipple, plucking and pinching the bit of flesh. Listening to her sounds, h
e repeated what made her gasp, remembered what made her moan, and eased off when he didn’t get the response he craved.
Mia ran her fingers through his hair, directing his movements, her grip trying to force him where she desired. And he’d listen… eventually. For the moment, he was having too much fun.
Releasing her nipple with a soft pop, he pulled back and blew warm air across the berry-hued nub, smiling when it pebbled and stiffened even more.
“Ty, if you don’t fuck me right now…” Mia growled.
Raising his gaze back to her, he grinned. “You’ll do what?”
Instead of answering, she poked out her lower lip and whined. “Please?”
“Please what?” He murmured the words against her breast, enjoying the way she trembled beneath him. The bear chuffed and growled at the delay, but it managed to be a little proud, as well. They made their mate shiver and shudder with desire. Them.
“Please make me yours.”
“Gladly.”
It took him moments to tear her nightie from her body, a few slices and yanks, and her panties soon suffered the same fate. Then she was completely bare before him.
“How did I get so lucky?”
She was glorious in her pale, abundantly curved glory. Mia squirmed beneath his gaze, face pinking. “Ty.”
Still she was embarrassed. Shaking his head, he slipped his claws beneath the waist of his boxers and quirked a brow at her. “Ready?”
Need replaced the embarrassment in an instant, and she held out her hands. “Gimme.”
So he gave her exactly what she wanted. One wrenching tug tore the thin cotton from his body and exposed him fully to her. His cock, hard and ready to burst, jutted from his groin. It practically had a mind of its own and seemed to reach for Mia’s moist center.
Her eyes widened, passion rising higher in her gaze, and she licked her lips.
“See something you like, Itana?” Ty grasped his dick, wrapped his fingers around his width and stroked his length.
He slid his rough palm along his shaft, starting at the base and traveling to the tip. A droplet of pre-cum dotted the end, and he spread the tiny bit over his cockhead. He pressed the pad of his thumb against his slit and moaned with the pleasure the move caused. His balls drew up tight against him, and he couldn’t believe he was already so close to coming. Fuck… What she did to him…
Mia licked her lips, and he trembled, want and need warring within him. His bear shoved at him, demanded Ty slide deep into Mia and take what belonged to them.
Soon…
“So beautiful…” She whispered the words, but he had no trouble hearing her.
“No, Itana, you’re the beautiful one. Now, let me worship you and show you just how gorgeous you are.” Ty eased forward, intent on pushing into her welcoming warmth, but her outstretched arm forestalled him.
“Wait. Will you…” She blushed. He’d never get enough of those blushes. “You know,” she gestured toward his cock. Specifically his hand stroking his cock. “Keep doing that?” She licked her lips. “It’s just… wow.”
Her desire for him had Ty doing as she asked. It had him fisting his cock a little tighter, sliding his hand along his shaft a little slower, and teasing himself just a little more.
“Like this, Itana?” He squeezed his length just below the head, and another pearl of pre-cum escaped.
“Yeah, like that.”
And then she did something that nearly broke his control. His sweet mate slid her hand down her stomach, through the shortly cropped curls at the apex of her thighs and a single slim finger slipped between her sex lips.
*
Mia wasn’t sure what the hell had gotten into her—it sure as heck wasn’t Ty—but watching Ty pleasure himself at her request aroused her more than anything before. So much that she couldn’t resist the urge to touch herself, to rub her clit in time with him as he stroked his cock. The first touch sent a shockwave of need up her spine, and she moaned with the sensation.
Mia licked her lips. “Touch yourself just like that.”
“You’re killing me, Itana.” He groaned but didn’t stop.
“Then I’m killing us both.” She spread her thighs wider, and smiled when his gaze seemed more intent as she was revealed to him.
She circled her clit with her finger, going round and round the bundle of nerves that gave her such snippets of ecstasy. She wasn’t quite ready to come—she wanted to reach that pinnacle while he was inside her—but she could enjoy herself a little before the grand finale.
She ventured farther south, sliding through the abundant cream that always accompanied Ty’s closeness. For weeks, her body had been reacting to his presence, and it seemed like she’d finally be rewarded with what she desired most. She circled her moist entrance, letting her finger tease the delicate tissues, and she tormented herself with what was to come.
Ty’s gaze followed her movements, his entire focus on the hand between her thighs and cupping her pussy. “Is this where you want to be, Itan?”
“Yes.” He stroked himself from root to tip and back again. “There.”
Mia slid a finger into her pussy, enjoying the slight tease of her penetration. It wasn’t nearly enough and nowhere close to what she craved, but it served her purpose: it drove Ty crazy.
“Tell me.” She’d never been so bold, so demanding and assertive, before. But there was something about Ty—something about being in his presence—that made her that way. It was through his desire, the way he valued her in everyday life, and craved her with his every breath, that had her bursting from her shell. “Tell me what you’ll do to me.”
“With you,” his attention drifted up her body until his focus settled on her face. “Not to you, Itana. With you.” He licked his lips, and she followed his movement with her eyes. She wanted to kiss him again, be ravaged by his mouth as he filled her with his dick. “I’m going to fill you, consume you. I’ll push my cock into your delicious pussy until you beg me to stop and then I’ll give you a tiny bit more and you’ll…”
Mia shuddered and pushed two fingers into her pussy, imagining it was his hardness. “I’ll love it.”
“You will. And then I’ll make love to you.”
Mia whimpered and whined. “I want to be fu—”
“No, it’ll always be love, Itana. Soft and sweet or sweaty and rough, there is always love between us. Isn’t there?” The deep black of his eyes seemed to darken inexplicably further.
“Always.” Mia curled her fingers and found her G-spot with ease, rubbing the sensitive collection of nerves inside her. “Fuck.” She rocked her hips. “You’d be so deep, Ty. Right there…” She panted and trembled when another shot of pleasure assaulted her. “Right there…”
Instead of answering with words, Ty growled and then snarled. “Mia, you need to stop or be ready.”
“Ready for what?” She retreated and thrust deep again, enjoying the combination of bliss from her own touch and the way sprinkles of brown fur now coated his chest.
“Me.”
Mia reveled in the power she held. All her life, men had made her feel as if she weren’t good enough. But this man, this male, was at the edge of his control and ready to shatter because of her.
Because she was beautiful to him.
Because he desired her.
Because she was, irrevocably, his.
She slipped her fingers free of her pussy and held them up. They glistened in the low light of the room, the moon’s glow making them shine in the dimness. “Taste me.” She kept the words low, not wanting to break the seductive spell they’d woven around each other. “Taste me, Ty. Am I ready?”
Ty struck lightning fast, enveloping her cream-coated fingers with his mouth and sucking on her digits. His tongue played over each one, suckling and licking as if she were coated in food and he were starving. Each pull went straight to her pussy, her cunt clenching every time he sucked on her fingers. She panted and trembled, shuddering with the sensations that threatened to
overtake her.
He finally slipped them free of his mouth. Instead of releasing her, he twined their fingers together and leaned over her, pressing their conjoined hands to the soft mattress. Now his mouth hovered inches from hers, his lips almost within reach.
“You’re ready.”
“Then make me yours.”
The last word had barely left her lips when suddenly he was there, the head of his cock sliding past her outer sex lips and then edging its way into her center. His girth did exactly as she’d imagined, stretching her and filling her until a slight burn sent a low pulse of bliss through her. Mia moaned and wrapped her legs around him, dug her heels into his ass and flexed in an effort to get more of him.
The jerk didn’t budge. He did laugh, though. Double jerk.
Inch by inch, he slowly entered her. Ty slipped more and more of his cock into her pussy, the head of his dick caressing and sliding against her inner walls. He slipped in and then retreated, only to push deeper with his next gentle thrust.
Finally, fina-freakin-ly, his hips were snug against her, his dick fully embed within her sheath. “You’re mine.” He flexed his hips, rubbing against her clit, and she trembled. “All mine. Forever.”
Mia gulped. Yup, this was it. This was the tipping point. If they continued, she’d forever-ever be his. She waited for the panic, the denials and screams that this whole thing was wrong… Only they didn’t come. Nope, not at all. Instead, a sense of peace joined her desperate need for Ty.
“Yes.” She raised her head and kissed him, licking at his lips. A hint of her own musk met her, the salty fluid still clinging to him. That tiny taste of the forbidden made her crave more. “Make me yours, Ty.”
Ty kept hold of her hand, fingers still twined, while he pushed up and balanced his weight on his free hand.
And then he moved. It was a small flex of his hips at first; a slow, incremental withdrawal followed by an equally gentle thrust forward. Even as tiny as the movement was, it drove her wild. His veined cock caressed her from inside out, teasing her nerve endings, and a shudder of delight attacked her muscles. Then he did it again, torment combined with pleasure struck her, and she loved it.