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anything from him.
“Why would I be safer from you?” she asked.
“Because,” he said, talking in his bear form. Shifters could growl and talk in both of their forms without issue. “Because if I were human right now, I’d want to take you. And we both should be focusing on other things.”
“I don’t know about you,” she said. “But after that little game of chase, my bear is all horny.”
He snorted. “Mine too.”
“You sure you don’t want to change? We could have fun.” She pushed his paw down and arched back, showing him her breasts, which were glowing from the exercise.
The next moment, he was transformed. Fully naked, a carved statue come to life in perfect, tanned flesh. He growled as he pressed her back over the soft plants around them. The smell of flowers and trees and something animalistic wafted over her, and she inhaled deeply. She’d never be somewhere this beautiful again, and she wanted to enjoy it fully.
Even if part of her kept saying he was her mate, she knew that didn’t change anything. She couldn’t make him see that, and she couldn’t spend her life with someone who was begrudging of his feelings.
But damn, they were compatible in bed together, and she could savor that while it lasted.
She took his face in both hands and kissed him deeply, thrusting her tongue between his teeth like she could own him. The growl in his throat deepened as his tongue thrust with hers. They were completely naked, entwined, with only beautiful plants and flowers all around.
She knew they could probably go inside or on one of the lawn chairs, but somehow, right here where their bears had been playing felt perfect.
“Are you sure?” he said. “I don’t deserve you.”
“Shut up about that for a minute,” she said. “And make yourself deserve me.”
“Fine,” he grated out, pinning her hands over her head. “Damn, you’re beautiful. Your bear is beautiful too. Mine wanted to take her.”
“Same to you. Bears in the wild are fairly promiscuous, though,” she said.
“Mine wouldn’t be,” he said simply. She opened her mouth to ask what that meant, but she could tell by the way he immediately started kissing his way down to her breasts that he didn’t intend to say more on the matter.
She wasn’t the type to push people for things anyway. What he was giving would have to be enough.
His hands worshipped her breasts as he continued to kiss his way down her body. He stopped at her belly button and licked around the center, making her quiver. His hands still pinned hers down. She was so small compared to him, but she loved it.
He finally let go of her to part her legs in front of him. When he did, he stared at her for a moment, as if spellbound. She loved the look of him in the waning sunlight and the shade of the trees. It seemed to emphasize each curving muscle in his powerful shoulders, the striking bone structure of his handsome face.
Damn, was someone like that really supposed to be hers?
He looked down at her legs, gently stroking up the insides of her thighs until he found her center. His fingers played lightly, exploring and parting her until he found the nub at the top and flicked it.
She gasped and arched. The ground was soft beneath her. “Scott,” she said breathlessly. “Don’t torture me.”
“I’ll do what I want,” he grated out. “And you’ll like it.”
She swallowed. Damn, that was hot. And he was right, because as he kept that hot gaze on her that looked nearly red in the waning sunlight, he stroked her lazily to a feverish intensity until it felt like every muscle in her body was tightly coiled, begging for release.
She squirmed beneath him, unable to move away as he kept his other hand on her thigh, keeping her open. Her hands kneaded the soft flesh of her belly as he slowly circled her aching center. She wanted him inside her.
He slowed, letting her calm slightly. She huffed at him. “You’re torturing me.”
“You love it,” he
“Why would I be safer from you?” she asked.
“Because,” he said, talking in his bear form. Shifters could growl and talk in both of their forms without issue. “Because if I were human right now, I’d want to take you. And we both should be focusing on other things.”
“I don’t know about you,” she said. “But after that little game of chase, my bear is all horny.”
He snorted. “Mine too.”
“You sure you don’t want to change? We could have fun.” She pushed his paw down and arched back, showing him her breasts, which were glowing from the exercise.
The next moment, he was transformed. Fully naked, a carved statue come to life in perfect, tanned flesh. He growled as he pressed her back over the soft plants around them. The smell of flowers and trees and something animalistic wafted over her, and she inhaled deeply. She’d never be somewhere this beautiful again, and she wanted to enjoy it fully.
Even if part of her kept saying he was her mate, she knew that didn’t change anything. She couldn’t make him see that, and she couldn’t spend her life with someone who was begrudging of his feelings.
But damn, they were compatible in bed together, and she could savor that while it lasted.
She took his face in both hands and kissed him deeply, thrusting her tongue between his teeth like she could own him. The growl in his throat deepened as his tongue thrust with hers. They were completely naked, entwined, with only beautiful plants and flowers all around.
She knew they could probably go inside or on one of the lawn chairs, but somehow, right here where their bears had been playing felt perfect.
“Are you sure?” he said. “I don’t deserve you.”
“Shut up about that for a minute,” she said. “And make yourself deserve me.”
“Fine,” he grated out, pinning her hands over her head. “Damn, you’re beautiful. Your bear is beautiful too. Mine wanted to take her.”
“Same to you. Bears in the wild are fairly promiscuous, though,” she said.
“Mine wouldn’t be,” he said simply. She opened her mouth to ask what that meant, but she could tell by the way he immediately started kissing his way down to her breasts that he didn’t intend to say more on the matter.
She wasn’t the type to push people for things anyway. What he was giving would have to be enough.
His hands worshipped her breasts as he continued to kiss his way down her body. He stopped at her belly button and licked around the center, making her quiver. His hands still pinned hers down. She was so small compared to him, but she loved it.
He finally let go of her to part her legs in front of him. When he did, he stared at her for a moment, as if spellbound. She loved the look of him in the waning sunlight and the shade of the trees. It seemed to emphasize each curving muscle in his powerful shoulders, the striking bone structure of his handsome face.
Damn, was someone like that really supposed to be hers?
He looked down at her legs, gently stroking up the insides of her thighs until he found her center. His fingers played lightly, exploring and parting her until he found the nub at the top and flicked it.
She gasped and arched. The ground was soft beneath her. “Scott,” she said breathlessly. “Don’t torture me.”
“I’ll do what I want,” he grated out. “And you’ll like it.”
She swallowed. Damn, that was hot. And he was right, because as he kept that hot gaze on her that looked nearly red in the waning sunlight, he stroked her lazily to a feverish intensity until it felt like every muscle in her body was tightly coiled, begging for release.
She squirmed beneath him, unable to move away as he kept his other hand on her thigh, keeping her open. Her hands kneaded the soft flesh of her belly as he slowly circled her aching center. She wanted him inside her.
He slowed, letting her calm slightly. She huffed at him. “You’re torturing me.”
“You love it,” he
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