Without moving his weight from her back, he guided his cock into her opening with one hand. She gasped as the blunt head spread her, her flesh more tender than she’d anticipated.
“I knew it was too soon.” He went to move away.
Her hand grasped the muscular forearm by her head. “No. I want this.”
And she did. This may be the last time she had this opportunity. She’d experienced more last night than she had in her whole twenty-eight years of existence. Pleasure, joy, even fear and pain. This was probably the last opportunity she’d have to love such a man. She knew he couldn’t give her anything permanent. He was born a shifter. A bear shifter, the rarest of them all. He would find another bear when the time came to settle down and have a family. No, she wanted this. She wanted it bad.
Arching her hips, she took a few more inches inside, his width stretching her. It burned, but she wanted it. She needed it. “Please, Quinn. Fuck me.”
Quinn didn’t know whether to laugh or possibly cry. He wanted to plunge himself into Paige’s heat, pound into her over and over again until she screamed his name. But he didn’t want to cause her pain. He straightened and his hands found a handhold on the upper curve of her hips and he lifted her as he pushed himself inside.
A faint purring sound of pleasure throbbed in her throat and her pussy tightened around his cock. He wanted to take it slow, easy, make sure she felt no pain. It was impossible; what his body and all his screaming senses demanded was a mating, a fusing of two bodies in heated necessity. Not giving into that compulsive need was beyond his control. Especially when his bear was clawing at him, wanting to burst through to claim his mate again. A hot burst of need burned in his veins. He wanted it to last forever, hungry for more of the unfamiliar, all-consuming obsession. His body ached intolerably and he knew he’d go completely out of his mind if he delayed much longer.
Quinn made a rough sound, a muted roar and drove inside her, vowing to make it up to her afterwards. Ha, he thought. He didn’t know if he’d ever be able to take it slow and easy with Paige. When his cock was buried deep in her pussy, he lost all control. It shattered at the first feel of her hot, tight channel on his swollen dick.
Paige caught her breath at the abrupt action but willingly pushed back against him. One of Quinn’s hands tangled in her thick hair, arching her neck as she arched her back. She could feel a tremor in him, like something stretched too tightly. Sweat dripped from his chest, mingling with the beads of moisture she felt forming along her spine. She knew the effort it was taking to control his bear. He was all the way inside. “More, Quinn, I want more.”
His pace exploded. He took her over, and over again. It felt so good, and hurt so bad, she wanted to cry. It stole her breath and her will and all her strength, leaving her nothing except the burning hunger he had created in her and instincts born a millennium ago. She felt her body spasm and screamed. Her nails dug into his arm convulsively. She couldn’t believe how he was making her feel. He released the hard grip he’d had on her hips and leaned forward.
“Mine.” Still gripping her hair in one hand, he exposed her neck. “All mine.”
As his teeth sank into her flesh, he brushed his thumb over her throbbing clit. It was like throwing dry timber on a fire. Pleasure washed over her in burning waves, each one stronger than the last. His touch grew harder and a burst of raw sensation shot through her. Instinct took over and she let go as the tension shattered again. Her body clenched in exquisite pain, trapping him briefly inside her. He didn’t still, he kept taking her, fucking her. Mating her. She felt his release rush through him as he emptied himself inside.
Quinn held her until the spasms of his release dimmed to a deep throb. Pressing kisses down her back, he straightened from his protective slump over her body. He withdrew as gently as he could, knowing the sensation would hurt. Hell, he felt rubbed raw. He lay back down on his side, taking her in his arms. The feel of her lush buttocks against his cock made the fucker start to swell again. Damn, he had to get himself under control. She was human and couldn’t stand the rigors of a marathon bout of sex with a bear shifter. Heck, it had been a damn long time since he’d wanted to go after a woman twenty-four seven. If he ever had. He remembered some wild times in his early twenties, but nothing compared to his need now.
She lay soft and warm against him. Perfection. “You okay, baby?”
“Mmm, mmm.”
“We need to talk about mates, Paige.”
“Okay.” The word was a whispered mumbling.
“You are my mate, Paige.”
Only a light snore greeted his statement. He brushed the hair back from her face. He’d done it again. Let the opportunity slip away to actually say the words. He’d told her last night. Every time he’d taken her, he’d told her she was his. He knew her first resistance in believing she was indeed his true ate would be the time factor. They had only met a little over a week ago, much too soon for a man to declare his undying love. He knew there was an immense amount of misinformation in the human realm about shifter mating. One such misconception was that he should have carried her off to ravish her that first night.