“Claim me?” She broke in with a soft voice muffled against his chest. Winding one arm around his neck while holding him off with the other placed over his heart, he felt the tension tighten her delicate body. They were both fighting a losing battle. The only question was when they caved under their fiery attraction, would they get burned?
In two tugs he had her arms free from the confines of her snowsuit only to reveal another sweater with a zipped front. With each new layer he leaned into the brittle barrier of patience separating him from baring his teeth and ripping through every shred of clothing holding him back.
“Adam. Oh God—” She tilted her head back and he wasn’t one to decline an invitation. He ran his lips along the juncture of her exposed neck and shoulder. Using his body as a shield from the cold, from the apex of their thighs to her ample breasts, he pressed them together.
“For one night I’m going to bury you with so much passion you’ll never want another man to touch you.” His fingers tightened. “Before you leave me to go back to your kingdom, I’m going to show you what it’s like to have a grizzly shifter as your mate.”
Aurora stared up at him, her lips parted. Raspy breaths rushing past her lips. “I’m willing to test that theory, but, Adam,” she sucked at her bottom lip, “I never wanted anyone else.”
Adam’s jaw clenched from the thought of someone else touching her. Enjoying the pleasure of her sweet body. He growled into her ear, pressing between her thighs as he worked her legs apart. She gave under his instruction with a tiny whimper slipping past her lips and an uptick to her heartbeat a mere human would have missed.
As he scraped his teeth along the tender flesh of her neck, Aurora tightened her finger in his hair and pulled him in for a kiss. Searing heat melded them together. Unable to break away, he slipped his hands between them. With handfuls of soft cotton, he bunched the material and pulled. Instantly her nipples pebbled and teased him through her clothing. Every ounce of blood in his body rushed south.
“You never came for me. Why?” Her arms looped around his neck. There was no escaping telling her the truth with how intently she watched his expression.
He didn’t want to do this. Not now. The truth would hurt her. With how innocent she looked up at him, he knew for a fact her father never told her the truth that would break her heart all over again. And it fell to him to do the breaking. Dirty bastard. But holding the truth back would cause a deeper hurt.
“Aurora, never for a second think I didn’t try. Your father threatened to disown you if I did.”
Shock and uncertainty gazed up at him through her watery eyes. “But all that is in the past,” he reassured her.
She blinked, nodding slowly. “I dreamed of you. Every night I thought I could sense you close. But every morning I woke to the same feeling of emptiness.” Her expression reflected her quiet words.
“In your dreams, did you stroke your sweet pussy for me? Come for me with my name on your lips?”
“Yes,” she whispered close to his ear.
It was all he needed. He hauled her close. Using her several discarded sweaters as a cushion against the cold stone, he pinned her against the wall. Wrapping her legs around his waist, he worked off the last layer, keeping her skin from his touch. With her snowsuit peeled off to hang at her sides, he bent in to taste the delicious fruit his mate offered.
“Adam,” Aurora moaned, the sound seeming torn from some deep part of her soul. She gasped the second he wrapped his mouth around the cold tip of her aroused peak. Beneath his touch, her heart raced in time to his own.
Harsh, pent-up growls of his own matched hers. Every muscle in his body clenched as she flexed her hips. The length of his cock nestled between her thighs and the slightest movement nearly brought him to his end.
“Too much. You have too much clothing on.”
“Fix it.”
“Gladly.” He quirked up a half smile. In seconds every stitch of clothing she had made a nice pile on the floor, along with her boots.
Before she could move, protest or rethink her whole situation, he had her in the middle of the blankets. Her parted thighs welcoming him in and several blankets blocking out the cold.
He sensed things were just heating up between the bunny and the bear.
CHAPTER EIGHT
He took every logical thought she had and shattered it into a million pieces. “I don’t think I have a choice,” she muttered into the bedding. Not so much to him as to herself and the uncertainty of her actions.
The massive amount of heat he put out could melt the snow locking them away from the world.
Somehow, with only a touch and a smile, her own name became a freaking mystery.
God help her. He infuriated her, tempted her controls beyond simply making her want him, and when they were in the same room every decent thought flew out the window and all she could think about was getting her next fix of him. Just like old times.
Losing that much control freaked her out. Considering what he was, what she would become if they mated, that couldn’t happen. Her father...
But her father was no longer here to judge her.
“Adam, I want more.” She trailed off when the warm confines of his mouth picked up where he’d left off moments earlier when he had her pinned against the wall. With his weight holding her in place and fingers wrapped around her wrists, all she could do was feel. And beg.
“More of what?” She couldn’t think. He didn’t allow her to think. Only feel. “Please. The other one. More. Yes, more of that.”
Battling her unruly desire, Aurora took a deep breath when his lips grazed along the tender flesh of her abdomen until he came to her bellybutton and stilled. Blunt teeth scraped against flesh and metal. A gentle tug to the jewelry caused a rush of liquid to fill her channel. She gasped when a deep rumbling growl quaked the space between her thighs. No vibrator she had felt like that.
“Spread for me, baby.” She watched his eyes zero in on her swollen folds where her throbbing clit begged for his attention. He leaned in, the pads of his thumbs spreading her open for him to see all of her.
“I can’t. I can’t do this.” She wanted to scream with all the frustration that boiled inside her.
“What will everyone think of me?”
The walls of her pussy clenched as Adam glided his tongue along the length of her seam. His action spoke so much louder than anything he could say.
Between torturing her and making her freaking crazy, he mumbled, “Does it matter, sweetheart?”
Need to reach between her thighs and relieve the pressure pushed a moan from her lips.
She couldn’t decide what she wanted more. Him to eat her until she had nothing left or to have him inside of her, taking her beyond any level she’d ever experienced before.
“Tell me, Aurora, did you let another man touch you, love you. Pleasure your sweet body?”
Love her, no. No one ever affected her like he did. His voice. His intoxicating scent.
“Never,” she barely managed.
Back arched, she pressed into the blankets. Fingers tight around the blankets, her toes curled when the roughened flesh of his thumb rubbed a slow tease around her clit. He delved his wicked tongue into her channel as his finger teased her entrance. “Answer me, my beauty. No lies. Did anyone else have the honor of tasting your honey?”
“Yes. God, don’t stop.”
“Yes?” He didn’t say anything, but the small pause between kissing her inner thighs filled her in on his shock.
“I mean no, no one. Yes. Do more of that,” she snapped. She ached, didn’t he see that? There was no time for questions. Her hands slipped from the clutch she held on the blankets and sought her diamond hard nipples. With her thumbs and forefingers, she clamped them around the extended buds. Panting, she rocked her hips against his mouth. Another thrust and she’d tip.
Adam rose to his knees, his cock jutted out, thick and long between them. The darkened and engorged head begged her closer, but
his devilish grin said he had other plans. Whatever he had in mind, she wanted. For tonight she would savor his taste, his touch and let him close enough to pleasure her once more. She’d have to trust the rock solid barrier around her heart because he was slowly peeling away her layers, and she didn’t mean her clothing.
Beneath her fingers his muscles bunched and trembled. A fine sheen of sweat dotted his skin. Kneeling over her, he slowly ran the head of his shaft along her seam.
“Do you like that?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want to come for me?”
Instant, all-consuming lust drew a gasp from her lips. Her pussy clenched. Sensations ran the length of her body and doubled up as they settled in her womb.
“Adam. Yes.” Everything about her told him that she needed this. Needed him, but she didn’t know how to voice what she wanted. She showed him.
Feet on either side of his thick thighs, she reached between her folds and slipped a finger in, then two. With her other hand she stroked his cock from tip to base and reveled in the deep guttural groan she tore from him. Hot liquid spilled from his shaft. She guided him back to her entrance. Lifting her heels a fraction, she dipped her hips and the world narrowed to only that second.
“Fuck, yes,” he moaned in a dark, velvety tone. With two fingers he pinched together her sensitive folds to create friction as he entered her. Pressure built as ripples of heat whipped around them. Hard pants tore from her chest. She couldn’t handle the need anymore.
“Adam. Adam, please make me come. Take me already.”
He pushed in the final inch and seated himself until the tip of his cock brushed against the hidden bundle of nerves tucked within her channel. His girth stretched her tight sheath. It was a pleasure that bordered on pain, tearing through her body with a ferocity she had no hope of controlling.
Or fighting. He thought she lied about taking other men to her bed, but how could she let another man take what belonged to Adam?
He wasn’t gentle. She didn’t need gentle. Energy sparked between them and settled in the bundle of nerves buried in her core. So hot, so good, and so damn bad for her.
“Just as you reach your peak, I’m going to pull you back until we both can come together and then, after I kiss every inch of skin on your body I’m going to slide you over me and have you take your fill of me. And again, as the sun kisses the horizon, you’ll be mine until you have given me every ounce of sweet nectar your body can give. Mark my words, Aurora, after tonight, you’ll never want another man to love you.”
He came down, his hands on either side of her shoulders. His hair dipped to play at the sides of his face. He drew out and watched her as he slid back in. With each stroke he thrust harder, rocking her whole body with power. An uncontrollable urge to scream built in her chest until she couldn’t hold it anymore.
“What... what are you doing to me? Adam!” She shouted his name in a ragged whisper. He leaned back, wrapping her thighs around his waist and lifted her ass off the padded bedding. The angle helped him drive deeper, hit new unexplored depths of her channel.
Shock had her drawing in a deep breath, her eyes going wide with pleasure. Arms tossed above her head, she fell back into his embrace. Rocking forward slightly, he picked up speed. Her breasts ached and she pinched the nipples hard, forcing out a cry. “Oh Aurora, precious, pinch them harder for me.” She complied and the effect reached into the very soul. Breathless, she tugged once more and electricity took the direct route straight to her pussy and back in a tantalizing sting. Turning her nipples with her fingers, she rocked with Adam’s tempo.
She wanted his mouth on hers, his fingers replacing hers As if he read her mind, he lowered them, hands braced by her head. He moved to cup her ass and angle her up to meet him.
Pleasure reflected back at her through his golden brown eyes. Aglow with the magick of his people, she fought to keep her eyes open but couldn’t hold on. Heat flushed through her body. Adam jolted up, holding her to him. Rocked back on his heels, he lifted her up the length of his cock over and over again. “Adam, I can’t... can’t hold on.” Every word slipped out between breaths.
With one hand supporting her back and the other holding her head, he brought her to him. The sweep of his tongue along the seam of her lips had her opening. Warm, and so tender. He took her mouth slow and languid and in total contrast to how he coaxed her juices from her channel with every move he made.
The engorged crest of his thick shaft swelled and stretched her farther. To the point she couldn’t feel anything else. The cold, coarse blanket beneath them. Not even her toes. Couldn’t focus beyond the pleasures he poured over her senses.
One by one her dreams slowly became a reality. Her memories hadn’t failed her, but the sex had never been this... this sensational.
He destroyed her. Built her up and tore her away from the ledge, on the verge of hitting her peak.
Claws extended she dug into his shoulder. With him holding her away from him, the cold swept between them to brush over her nipples. Aurora pressed her hand against the back of his head as his seeking mouth dipped. Molten heat wrapped around her nipple and it was the last thing she needed to push her.
Wild need gripped her core. “Come for me. Give me everything.”
Who was she to argue? Spasms rippled through her body and her legs tightened around his waist. His steel arms locked her in place. Quake after quake tightened her pussy around the length of his cock. Fingers tangled in his hair, she tightened her grip and leaned forward into his embrace.
She never wanted another man this way—it was him or nothing.
“Mine. You’re mine, Aurora. I can’t do this without you.”
“You know what I want. Come for me, Adam, Mark me. Claim me.”
He cupped both her exposed cheeks and with one final thrust of his hips, ribbons of semen coated her insides. Adam jerked, groaning in surprise as she bent and bit into the flesh of his shoulder with her blunt teeth. Not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to have his cock pulse twice as hard with another shot of his sperm.
“God, Aurora, woman, you break me. So sweet and soft.”
“You heal me,” she countered.
A faint smile lightened the depth of his eyes, and he laid her out on the blankets and admired her love-marked body before joining her.
As she drifted back to their little world, her lashes opened slowly. His whiskey eyes now glowed amber as he looked down. Something bothered him with the way his handsome face contoured with a deep frown.
“Five years, three months and two days. Do you want the hours too? I know them almost down to the last millisecond.” Adam propped himself up on an elbow behind her as his words flowed over her. “Do you know what that does to a grizzly? Being away from his mate that long?”
She angled her body to better see him.
“Have you seen a man so desperate for his soul mate that the life is sucked out of him? Multiply that by a hundred, a thousand and that’s the pain I’ve suffered being away from you.”
“I know.” She licked at a dusky nipple that had his eyes drift closed for a second.
“Do you?” He groaned and his eyes lit with lust again when he coaxed her gaze to his.
She nodded. And let him look into her eyes to see the truth.
“Your father yanked you out of here so fast...” He trailed off, gathering his thoughts, his thumb tracing small circles around the piercing of her bellybutton. “If it wasn’t for my mom gluing the den family together, we would have broken apart.”
“All because of me.”
He placed a warm palm to her cheek and drew his thigh up the length of hers.
“Because of hatred. Your father judged us all on the action of one and worked hard to ruin us for being different.”
“I’m so sorry.” Adam lifted his eyes from her lips as she sighed heavily.
“Not your fault, sweetheart.”
“What are you going to do now?” She moved her hands down his
sides. She didn’t want the magic of the moment to fade. If she broke contact she feared reality would rush in and break them apart.
“I don’t have a lot of options. All the meetings will have to take place, but after that is done, I’ll assume my father’s position as CEO and continue on with Starr Gem.”
Adam stared off into the darkness beyond their ball of warmth. The haunting expression he wore scared her. “In New York?”
Lightly, she turned him to face her. “That might not be entirely the case. I would have to travel a lot, but Starr Gems can open satellite offices. I mean, I will be the boss,” she added with a sly grin that earned her a kiss to the end of her nose.
“I didn’t know how to give you this until now.” He peeled back the several layers of their cocoon and she immediately felt the Alaskan chill.
Her entire body tensed with a fierce need to have him closer the further he got. She trailed his movements as he crossed the room to gather his satchel. The feeling was a little strange but she liked the adrenaline rush that fed into her blood as he turned back to her. Was it the bond forming like he once explained?
His expression tightened, and the mirth and happiness she saw during their lovemaking swiftly faded. “Promise me something.”
“Anything.” She canted her head to the side as he produced a white envelope from a front pouch on his pack.
“Promise me you’ll do what makes you happy. If that takes you away from me again, so be it. I can live with that. Or, I’ll at least try. Whatever your father has to say in this letter, be true to what you want.”
Well, hell. Her eyes darted between his and the letter he held. A familiar flourish of black ink spelled out her name.
“Mate me.” She didn’t want to know what her father had to say right now. What Adam asked of her made everything as clear as the Alaskan sky in the middle of June.
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