“Cage, I…” She trailed off, pulling at his hair as she felt her body overtake her again, overwhelming her in an orgasm that felt like an explosion of all her nerves. She felt it down in her toes and curled them tight as she pressed into him, screaming out her release. “It feels so damn good,” she choked out.#p#分页标题#e#
He held her, trembling with his own need, and when she squirmed, he started moving again. “This time, together,” he said.
She nodded. She wanted to feel him shooting inside her. Wanted to feel every bit of his heat, wanted to see his whole body tighten, lost in pleasure, and know she’d done that to him. That she was the only one who would ever do that to him.
That’s what mates meant, and she was totally okay with it. More than okay. He was hers. Hers. She doubted any grizzly could be as possessive as she felt at the moment, with his thick length inside her and his hard body against her and his strong arms supporting her. He was every fantasy come to life, and he was about to be hers forever.
“Cage, take me,” she murmured against his ear. She was ready.
* * *
Cage tightened as he heard her words, which tested his already breaking control. She was so hot, so soft and willing and sensual as she came again and again in his arms, grasping him, calling for him.
He was intoxicated from her scent, from her love, from the way she openly wanted him. As he sped up, thrusting deep, bringing them so close it was hard to tell what was her and what was him. He felt a little shockwave move through her and her nails dig into his back.
She was close, and this was going to be a strong one. He only hoped he could feel it, watch it, when his own took him over the edge. He let himself move with her toward release, slowly letting up on the tight hold he’d kept on himself while trying to please her.
The sheer joy she seemed to feel from his dick hadn’t made it easy.
He felt his body on the verge of exploding with every thrust, each time his hard chest came up against her soft breasts and hard nipples, each time her soft little hand went into his hair or over his back, each time her nails dug in, letting him know she was on the way to being completely lost.
He growled as images came to his head as he started to get close. The first time he’d seen her, every time thereafter. Their first kiss in that window seat at Willow’s place. When they’d said good-bye. When he’d come back. It was all coming together, along with a view of the forest and his bear running inside it.
Everything was coming together inside him with a pressure so strong he didn’t know how he’d stand it. And she was writhing against him, so ready to go at any moment, near wild from the feel of it.
He reached between them and stroked over her clit because he couldn’t wait any longer, and as soon as he heard her scream and felt her nails dig in, he let go, too, letting his release shoot out of him as she clenched around him, milking it, sucking him dry.
She was everything. She was all he could feel, smell, and see, and that was perfect. He reveled in each little twitch as he spilled himself inside her, as the bear in him roared with pleasure. He held her tight as she screamed out her pleasure and let the pleasure in him mingle with what was truly important. The knowledge that she was his and his alone.
He growled into her neck as she slowly came down and then he pressed her to the wall with all his weight so neither of them lost balance. He felt utterly lost in the moment, unable to do anything but stay as close to her as possible.
When he could breathe evenly, he pulled back and ran a hand over her damp hair, down over her cheek, caressing her swollen lips.
“Mine,” he said. “I love you.”
“I love you,” she said, wrapping her legs and arms tight around him, stroking soft fingers over his back, which was probably crisscrossed with her scratches.
Just the way he wanted it.
He carried her back to the bed and plopped them both on it, naked and sweaty. She arched into the bed, still lost in her afterglow, and her body, curvy and soft and perfect, took his breath away once again.#p#分页标题#e#
He ran to the nearby bathroom and grabbed a towel, quickly cleaning her as best he could and then himself so he could gather her in his arms under the sheets.
He held her tight, wrapping his arms fully around her, realizing how small she really was compared to him. He’d protect her forever. She was his to take care of. The thought made him happier than anything so far.
She was safe. She was his.
She looked up at him from under sleepy lids. “That was amazing,” she said, snuggling in. “You really know how to exhaust a girl.”
“Of course,” he said, playing with her hair while keeping her in the circle of his arms. “How else am I supposed to keep her around?”