The BEARly Controlled Grizzly: Bear Clan, 1

by Snow, Jenika

  He lowered his gaze down my breasts, over my belly, and stopped at my pussy. I couldn’t breathe. He slowly lifted his gaze from between my legs and looked back to my face. His eyelids were so low that his irises looked like slivers of glowing blue between them. He reached out, cupped the mounds of my breasts in his large hands, and pulled my nipples between his thumb and forefingers.

  I cried out as pleasure slammed into me so powerfully my knees almost buckled.

  He pulled me in close, his hand tangled in my hair, and tilted my head back. Zakari devoured my mouth, pushed his tongue between the seam of my lips, and made me taste all of him. He had a hint of smoky maleness, a spicy cinnamon tang, and a prowess that had my knees weak.

  Just as I was about to beg again, he pulled away and had me in his arms. A gasp of surprise left me. He strode to the bedroom, kicked the door open with his foot, and had me on the mattress a second later.

  Right now, he was more animal than man.

  I was so ready for this. I anticipated how rough he’d be.

  “You’re mine.”

  Yeah, I was.

  There was no going back, no trying to pretend that I could actually leave this town, leave Zakari when this was all said and done.

  “Christ.” He stared right in my eyes. “I’m going to claim you so fucking hard.”

  “Yes,” I found myself saying.

  And then he slid his hands between my thighs, pushed my legs open, and leaned in to devour me.

  Chapter Six

  Zakari

  Fuck. Bethany was the sweetest thing I’d ever tasted. I knew I would never get enough of her pussy. I licked and sucked at her pretty cunt at the same time I lifted my gaze up the length of her body to stare at her face. She had her head tossed back and her mouth open, her soft cry of ecstasy having my dick jerk in response.

  I pulled back after a second, forcing myself to do that even though I wanted to feast on her all fucking day. I used my thumbs to spread her pussy lips apart, stared at the gorgeous pink wetness that was displayed, and then I delved back in.

  “God,” she cried out and pulled at the sheets on either side of her as if they were an anchor.

  I dragged my tongue along the center of her soft, moist flesh. I wanted her to come undone for me, to explode against my mouth so I could swallow her sweet essence.

  She trembled beneath me, and I used my hand on her belly to keep her still for my ministrations. I started sucking on her clit with hard, forceful tugs. The little mewling sounds that came from her were almost my undoing. Shit, I could have gotten off against the mattress from this alone. God, eating her out, even though I fucking loved it, was taking some self-restraint. The truth was, I wanted to fuck my mate, to go primal and animalistic on her, to show her exactly how possessive a mated bear shifter was.

  “Please, Zakari.”

  “Please what, baby?” I continued to lick her pussy and suck her clit.

  “Please let me come.”

  I growled against her soaked flesh. Yeah, that’s what I wanted to fucking hear.

  I continued to lick and suck on her. Moving my hand between her thighs, I teased her opening with a finger before pushing the digit slowly inside. My heart was jackknifing in my chest and an involuntary groan left me at the way she undulated her hips against my face.

  She fucked herself on me, used my mouth as her tool to get off.

  And I fucking loved it.

  “Baby. Fuck. You’re tight.” I flattened my tongue, dragging it up her slit, and then back down again to her opening. I did this over and over, licking her like she was an ice cream cone melting in a hot July summer. I started thrusting my finger in and out of her. She was tight and hot, and so fucking wet that her cream coated my fingers and spilled down my hand. I honestly didn’t know if I’d fucking last. I was positive I’d come before I was balls deep in her if I kept this up. And when I came for the first time with my mate it wasn’t going to be blowing my load on the sheets like some damn teenager.

  But even if I should have stopped so I didn’t bust a nut and embarrass myself, I wanted her to come hard right here, right now. I wanted her to get off because I was the one making her feel good.

  I went back to sucking on her clit but kept my finger buried all the way inside of her tight little pussy. And then I felt her whole body tense as she orgasmed.

  “Zakari,” she cried out, arching her back, her breasts thrust out, her nipples hard and red, begging for my mouth.

  I didn’t stop, fuck, I couldn’t, not until she told me to, not until she pushed me away, her pussy too sensitive for my lips and tongue. The scent of her sweet pussy invaded my senses, made me drunk, had my bear so fucking hungry for more.

  “Zakari,” she begged, pushing at my shoulders.

  I relented and sat back on my haunches, looking down at her pussy, how her lips were spread slightly open, her pussy hole beckoning my cock, having the fucker grow harder, pre-cum slipping from the tip.

  Taking hold of my dick, I stroked myself from root to tip, a shiver racing up my spine at how fucking good that felt. I stared at her for long moments, my body so tight it was almost uncomfortable. “Do you want me, want this?” I watched her gaze dip to my cock. She watched as I stroked myself, pleasuring myself because of her.

  She didn’t answer, just kept watching me.

  “Answer your mate,” I growled out.

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “I can’t hear you, Bethany. Do you want my big cock?” She licked her lips, and I watched the act of her dragging her tongue along the swell of her bottom lip. It was slow and sensual, and made me feel primal. I wouldn’t last much longer, not with how heavy my balls felt, the amount of cum I had for her.

  Yeah, she wanted it.

  I wasn’t going to make my mate wait any longer.

  I inhaled deeply, smelling the one thing that could have me shift if I was a lesser male.

  Pure.

  Fresh.

  Fertile.

  I grinned, my canines pressed against my lower lip.

  I kept hold of the root of my dick as I ran the tip of my erection up and down her slick folds, and then pressed against the entrance of her pussy. She was so fucking hot, so damn ready for me.

  She was so primed.

  When I pushed the crown of my cock into her, she instantly clenched tight around me.

  “Christ.”

  Slamming my hands on either side of her head, I pushed in another inch. Holy. Fuck. She felt better than I could have ever imagined.

  I wouldn’t last. Bethany felt too good, too perfect.

  Pushing another inch slowly inside, I couldn’t hold back the groan that left me. She stared up at me, her mouth parted, her eyes wide, her pupils dilated. Beads of sweat lined the valley between her breasts and I leaned forward and ran my tongue up it, collecting those sweet little droplets and taking them into my body.

  “Fuck, it’s so damn good, Bethany.”

  She dragged that little pink tongue along her bottom lip again, and I didn’t stop myself from claiming her mouth at the same time I buried the rest of my cock in her pussy.

  I roared out.

  I lowered my chest to hers and took hold of her jaw with my hand, making her look me in the eyes.

  “A virgin,” I said, having known instantly that she’d been innocent, feeling her cherry, her hymen, when the tip of my dick hadn’t even breached her yet.

  She didn’t respond, just licked her lips, breathing heavy, her pussy clenching around my dick.

  “I waited for you, saved myself for you.” I pulled out an inch and shoved back in. “You claimed me as much as I did you.”

  She gasped at my words, my truth.

  I kissed her hard, possessively. Tilting her head to the side, I probed her mouth with my tongue, and deepened the kiss until there was no question that she was mine. “You have no idea what it does to me to know that you haven’t been with any other male.”

  It had me so fucking territorial,
the very thought that my cock was the only one that would ever know how tight and hot she was making me fucking crazed.

  I pulled out an inch and pushed back into her. The soft moans that left her had my dick jerking inside of her, and the need to get off made it nearly impossible for me to keep my control.

  “You’re so big.”

  “You’re so fucking tight.”

  “I feel so stretched, so full.”

  I couldn’t stop myself from pulling out until just the tip of my dick was inside of her, and then pushing back in. I did this over and over again, making sure to completely fill her every time I was seated balls deep in her cunt. I kept a steady rhythm.

  Trailing my lips and tongue up and down the side of her neck, it was hard to keep my patience, my control. When I marked her, and I sure as fuck would tonight, while my cock was pushed deep in her pussy, all shifters would know she was mine.

  When I had stretched her out enough, and she started mewling and dragging her nails down my back, I really started to slam in and out of her. I pulled back just enough to watch her tits bounce from my fucking her.

  Her breath came out in small pants that brushed along my chest. I looked back at the tender flesh of her neck, and wanted so badly to mark her, to pierce her skin with my canines.

  The wet sounds of our fucking filled the room and I slammed into her harder. She moved up the bed an inch, and so I braced a hand on her shoulder, and pulled her down on the mattress. When she was flush with me again I ground my pelvis against hers.

  She gasped.

  I groaned.

  In the next second I pulled out of her, flipped her onto her belly, and grabbed her hips. Her ass was big and round … juicy. I spread her cheeks and stared at the tight ring of muscle hidden between them. My cock jerked at the sight. I wanted to stick my dick in her ass so fucking badly. But not tonight. Tonight was all about claiming her fully. I couldn’t take it any longer. I covered her back with my chest, just closing my eyes for a long moment as I relished in the fact I was finally here with Bethany, my mate.

  Pushing her thighs open as wide as they could go, I moved closer until my cock pressed against her cunt. I was shaking with how much I wanted this, how hard my self-control was being tested. “Yes,” I growled. “Stick your ass out even more.”

  Clenching my teeth together, feeling the power rise up in me, I knew I wouldn’t last. I gripped the root of my dick, placed it at her pussy hole, and in one fluid move slid fully into her. The new position had me going deeper, filling her completely.

  God, she was so tight, so hot and wet. I slid in and out of her heat, her pussy muscles clenching around my cock, drawing the cum from my balls as I stared at the graceful arch of her back. My mouth watered for a taste of her, for the mark that would irrevocably make her mine.

  “How good does it feel, baby?”

  She cried out her answer.

  “So fucking good, doesn’t it?”

  Bethany nodded and looked over her shoulder, biting her lip hard enough that blood started to well up on the supple flesh.

  “Let go,” I whispered.

  The first ripple of her inner muscles along my cock told me she obeyed right away.

  Good girl.

  The rhythmic pull of her cunt milking me had me using all of my reserve not to fill her up with my seed right now.

  “Oh. God,” she cried out for me again. “More,” she begged.

  I didn’t stop thrusting into her willing, tight body. With my hands holding her, my nails turning into claws, I let the beast free, let him taste the pleasure only our mate could bring forth.

  My balls drew up tight, my orgasm imminent.

  “Yes,” I roared out, my bear flashing forward, my body growing bigger, my bones threatening to break as I shifted.

  I roared out as I came, and came really fucking hard. I filled her with my cum, gave her every last drop that was in my balls, made my mate take all of it, all of me.

  Grunting as the pleasure consumed me, I coated every inch of her pussy until I knew as soon as I pulled out of her our combined fluids would seep out, making a wet spot on the bed.

  My lips were by her neck, my canines elongated, extra saliva pooling in my mouth as the need to mark her ran high in me. I pierced the slender arch of her throat, my teeth sliding into her easily, a low growl leaving me. I was partially shifted, my body bigger, my muscles thicker. My nails were claws, no doubt my eyes glowing. This was my bear right now, taking control, making me primal.

  I broke away from her neck and looked down, seeing the mark on her throat … my mark. She was completely mine now, undeniably.

  “Zakari,” she whispered, her pleasure still coursing through her. The scent of it filled my head, a like warm, floral scent in the summer months.

  Her pussy clenched and relaxed around my semi-hard cock, and when I forced myself to pull out of her tight heat, a hiss left me. Pulling back enough I could look at her cunt, I saw how red and wet she was, how sensitive she must be because of me. I watched my cum and her wetness slip out of her and move down the gorgeous crack of her ass. My cock started stiffening again at the sight.

  The sight of her turned me on like no other. Proprietary feelings slammed into me, ones that would only grow with time, become even more powerful as our mating grew, as our connection strengthened.

  Without thinking, without even realizing what I was doing, I gripped her ass cheeks and spread them wide. I stared at the tight, puckered hole begging for attention. I leaned forward and ran my tongue up the length of her ass crack, the scent of my mark, of her arousal, filling my head. I could smell the slight aroma of flowers and orange blossoms.

  I closed my eyes and groaned as I ran my tongue along her hole, gently probing it, my hands still on the cheeks of her bottom. She cried out, the sound one of pleasure and pain, my claws no doubt digging into her flesh, bruising fingerprints no doubt covering her creamy, peachy flesh.

  I ate her ass out like I was a starving man, like I couldn’t get enough.

  I can’t.

  I never will.

  The low sound that left me was purely animal. As I continued to lick and probe at her asshole, rimmed the fuck out of her, I reached around her belly, felt the heat of her pussy, and touched her clit.

  “Come for me,” I ordered.

  Her back arched and she thrust her ass back against my face as she did just that, as I rubbed her clit back and forth, forcing that orgasm from her until she was wailing her completion. When she sagged forward, now flush with the mattress, her climaxing wringing the energy from her, only then did I pull back.

  Her scent covered my mouth, my cock now big and thick again, hard and ready for more claiming. I cupped her pussy and added pressure, her body sliding up the bed slightly. I stared into her now wide eyes, her lips parted, her breath coming from her in soft pants. I could see—smell—her acceptance of this, of us.

  Leaning in, I wanted her to know the truth, to know exactly what this was, who she belonged to.

  “Mine.”

  Chapter Seven

  Zakari

  One month later

  I knew why she’d wanted to go out tonight, knew what she was going to tell me. I smelled her nervousness, the fact she was trying to act like she wasn’t anxious.

  And even though I was a happy fucker right now, I played it cool.

  I opened the door for Bethany and instantly wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her in close to my body. We headed toward the front of the restaurant, my bear on alert, the possessive fucker looking for any male who even glanced her way. There were a couple younger guys off to the side smoking cigarettes, and as I inhaled deeply and scented to the fact they were wolf shifters, I wrestled with my possessiveness.

  Mine, my bear said deep within me.

  I moved so she was now on the other side, farthest away from the group of men. Although I knew they wouldn’t try anything, not if they were smart, not if they scented I was a grizzly shifter. They wouldn’t da
re to fuck with a mated bear. If I could, I’d keep her locked up in my room and feed her from my hand every day.

  But my female wanted me to wine and dine her, and she called the shots, so whatever she wanted she got. And tonight, that was dinner at her favorite Italian restaurant in town.

  For the last month, I’d hardly let her out of my sight, and it wasn’t just because she was all but living with me now. I said “all but” because we hadn’t officially sat down and talked about it, or more so I hadn’t told her I couldn’t let her leave. But I knew she loved being there, and hell if I didn’t love having her there.

  Although she still worked at the bar, I grudgingly tried to get her to quit. I only wanted her to work if that’s what she really wanted, and not because she thought she needed to. I could take care of her. I wanted to.

  Her grandmother, on the other hand … she could bring the fear of God into me with just a scathing look, and I’d only met the woman once. That had been enough.

  Although Bethany had brought in someone to care for her grandmother full-time, she still visited her a few times a week. I think she did it more because she felt an obligation, or maybe even guilt, than wanting to please her grandmother. Because, truth was, the woman was miserable and brought everyone down with her.

  I held the door open for her and kept my hand on the small of her back as she entered. I looked over at the guys smoking their cigarettes, one of them looking in my direction. I narrowed my eyes and growled low, the sound traveling through the night air. He straightened and turned from me, the warning clear, his submission evident.

  Good. I’d hate to have to put him in his place in front of all his buddies. But, to let him know Bethany was mine, I’d do anything.

  Once we were seated at a table, I stared at her, unable to take my focus off of my mate. She was by far the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, and every day my feelings for her grew, the connection, the mating pull, stronger than ever.

  “Can I start you off with a bottle of wine?” the waiter asked and produced the wine list. Before he could hand it to Bethany, I cleared my throat and shook my head.