bathrobe.
“What are you doing out here?” she asked.
Her smile had returned, and lust and desire warred with his fears.
“Swimming,” he stated dumbly. “I had a lot of extra energy to expel.”
“I can think of better ways to get rid of some extra energy.”
Her meaning pushed away his remaining doubts, and his semi-hard cock hardened to the point of pain. He had to hold her, feel her tight pussy around his cock, and feel for himself she was okay.
“Come join me,” he said.
“I don’t have on my suit.”
“Neither do I.”
She opened the robe and let it slide down her shoulders and land in a heap behind her on the pavement, and then she slowly walked down the stairs and disappeared into the warm water.
She emerged in front of him and wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. He carried her deeper into the pool, pushed her up against the side wall and sank into her warmth.
He’d needed the connection more than he’d known, and he rested his forehead against hers as he tried to steady his breathing.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t able to save you sooner, or without help. I wanted to pound him like I promised, but I didn’t want to lose you because some asshole got trigger happy.”
“Oh Trent,” she pulled back and held his face in her palms. “I trust you. I was scared when you walked away, but I understand why you did it. I know you’ll always keep me safe.”
She’d said exactly what he’d needed to hear, and he took her mouth in a fierce, possessive kiss. He forced his tongue inside her mouth and branded her with his touch. Olive kissed him back with the same desperate desire and every stroke of her tongue caused his cock to throb.
He moved his hips in and out slowly, allowing his cock to caress her cunt until she flexed around him uncontrollably and they were both ready to explode. He pushed in balls deep, stopped moving and looked into her beautiful light brown eyes.
“I know it hasn’t been two weeks, but I need to mark you,” he breathed.
The mark was a symbol and nothing more. She wouldn’t have the ability to turn into a bear, but everyone would know she belonged to him. His bear needed it to complete the mating, but the man could admit his reasons were a bit selfish. He wanted to claim her in every sense of the word, even though it would be painful for her.
“I want that too,” she agreed. “Do it.”
He kissed her neck and moved his hips faster. He allowed his canines to extend, and when they were both ready to release, he pressed his thumb against her clit and sank his teeth into her flesh. The mark would be highly visible and extend from her collarbone to her shoulder blade.
Olive’s scream into the night triggered several of the town’s bears to roar, intensifying his dominance. Soon her cry of pain became one of ecstasy as the bears continued to roar in the distance. They stopped when he roared his own release, and nothing but their breathing could be heard as he licked the wounds he’d given her.
“That was amazing,” she whispered, resting her head on his shoulder. “Thank you.”
“You’re amazing,” he said.
He wished he could carry her into the house, but instead of feeling disappointed because if his limitations, he decided he’d better figure out other ways to take care of his mate.
“Don’t fall asleep, sweetheart. Let’s go inside first.”
She smiled up at him and then released her legs from his waist. They swam to the stairs together, and she walked out of the pool with him instead of in front of or behind him.
Once inside the house, they turned down the bed and met each other in the middle.
Chapter Seven
Olive woke the next morning when the sun creeped through the window, creating a ray of light across her face. Her shoulder ached a bit and she smiled when she remembered being in the pool with Trent. Two years ago, she would have never had the courage to go outside with nothing under her robe, let alone drop it and
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