Blind Date With A Bear(39)

I hear you, boy, he said. He ran his tongue over his fangs. He didn’t know if he could control the urge to bite her. Not in this setting, not with the taste of her arousal still lingering in his mouth.

He pulled her to the edge of the boulder and pushed her knees back. He’d hurt her if he crawled on top of her and pressed her delicate skin into the rough surface of the rock even with the protection of the blanket. Besides, he wanted to watch as he took her. He pushed her legs back towards her chest, the movement stretching her open. His hand trembled as he guided the head of his cock to her entrance. He watched as his cock slowly disappeared into her pussy. It was the most erotic moment of his life. Even if his bear was clawing at him, demanding that he thrust inside her and claim her completely. Fast.

Being exposed left Paige feeling both shy and so turned on she felt the juices seeping from her pussy and coating the area between her pussy and ass. Watching Quinn’s face, Paige saw the color darken his high cheekbones, his nostrils flare. Muscles flexed and clenched in his shoulders and chest.

“So. Damn. Tight.”

Paige felt the sting of his possession, her body stretched by his size. She felt as if he filled her completely. She was wrong. He thrust forward and sank deeper inside her. She whimpered and he stopped, taking in huge gulps of air. His fingers bit into the flesh of her knees as he held her splayed wide and open for his possession.

“Just a little more, baby. Let me in just a little more.” His words went straight to her core and she felt her body relax.

“Yes,” she whispered.

He slammed forward, taking her completely. She screamed, swearing she could feel the head of his cock touch the edge of her womb. He let go of her knees and fell forward, catching his weight with the open palms of his hands beside her head. His eyes glowed golden, all traces of the beautiful brown gone. “Mine.”

He moved his hips just once and Paige came. It was so unexpected and so sudden she felt like she was flying off to the stars above her. He bowed his head and took a hardened nipple into his mouth. He sucked it as he moved, pulling out, then thrusting back in. “You are mine, Paige Matthews. Mine.” The rhythm he set drove her wild.

Now and forever, she thought, and she told him the only way she could. She gave herself to Quinn Blackwood, heart, body, and soul. Her orgasm didn’t end, it couldn’t with all the sensations rolling through her. She rode it the edge, crying out his name. Her hoarse cries echoed around the glen.

The cry of his name called to his bear. If possible he felt his cock grow, thicken as it thrust in and out of her body. Sensation upon sensation spread out from the base of his spine. He felt his animal rise, unfurl inside him. As he continued to thrust inside her, taking her deeper and deeper with each stroke, something inside him shifted. He’d always been close to the animal that lived within him, aware of the animal’s presence, its very soul. Now. Now he felt as if they were merging together. Blending together to claim their mate. He hadn’t felt this intense joining since his first shift. He looked down at Paige, her head thrown back, her body open and responsive to his claiming. His fangs descended and he sought the sweet hollow of her neck. “Mate.”

He sank his teeth into her sweet flesh, tasting the blood of his mate for the very first time. He thrust hard and deep bringing on his release as he pumped his seed inside her. He had claimed her. His fangs retracted and he licked the wounds on her neck, bathing them with his saliva, healing the bites. He cupped the back of her head in his hands. Her eyes were still closed and her breathing still labored. He cursed his roughness. But the night, her, the shift—had all called to him, telling him he needed to mate with her. Tonight. Then. There. “Did I hurt you, baby?”

She opened her eyes, the green color shining as brightly as the stars above. She shook her head, the movement rubbing the thick strands of her hair against his fingers. “No,” she said softly. “Do it again.”

He laughed, amazed by this woman. The one the fates had given him. He vowed then and there to show her how much he loved her, needed her, in this lifetime and the next. His cock was still hard and he flexed his hips. He might have done as she asked and taken her again if she hadn’t grimaced. “Shit.”

He rose back up, the muscles of her pussy still clenching around his hard flesh. He watched as he pulled out of her perfect body. His cock glistened with their mingled juices, red from the intensity of their fuck. The vein along the underside throbbed, telling him he needed to fuck her again. The lips of her pussy were swollen and puffy from the pounding of his possession. He forced himself to continue to pull away instead of thrusting back inside. He groaned when his cock left her body with a slight pop. Reaching down, he lifted her to her feet. As he helped her, he felt a wetness on her back and turned her sideways. “What the fuck?”