Gray Back Broken Bear(32)

“Tell me a secret no one else knows,” she whispered, trickling water over his knee.

“I want to go somewhere big and far away. Somewhere like the Grand Canyon.”

“You do?”

His lips pressed against the back of her neck. “Mmm hmm. When I was a kid, I thought my bear would never let me out of my territory.”

“Your parents’ land?”

“Yep. He claimed it, and then it got really hard to leave. I still live close, and sometimes I wish I could go somewhere away from here. Stupid. I know I’m not ready. Maybe I won’t ever be. Can’t keep control. I went to Dodge City to help Jason out last year, and the job took way longer than it was supposed to because I couldn’t stay human very long. Didn’t tell my crew that part. Sometimes I just want to see something other than these mountains. Now you. Tell me a secret.”

Aviana leaned her head back against his shoulder and smiled. “I used to watch you sleep.”

“When?”

“After you’d built that treehouse. I would sneak out late at night after my parents were asleep, and I’d perch on the window where the moonlight made you look blue, and I’d watch you. You always looked so calm in your sleep. Relaxed. Like a kid again. Like you weren’t fighting for survival. I wanted to Change and sleep beside you so badly, you can’t even imagine. You were warm and felt safe, and I wanted to be under your arm, sleeping with you.”

Easton huffed a small chuckle, and she reveled in the vibration against her back. His laughs were for her.

“Easton, about when we slept together before…”

He pulled her wet hair to her other shoulder and kissed gently right beside her bite. It looked awful now, bruised and torn.

“Losing your virginity is a really big deal,” she whispered. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Losing it isn’t a big deal to animals.”

When a soft growl rattled his chest, delicious chills rippled up her skin. Easton wouldn’t talk about it or linger on nostalgic thoughts. She knew he wouldn’t. His answer had been a flippant and honest denial that sex for the first time had been life-altering at all. And to her, it made sense. Easton was more animal than man. Her cheeks warmed with happiness as she snuggled back against him.

She’d been his first, and the burning mark on her shoulder said Easton wanted her to be his only.

Easton kissed her bite mark softly, then settled her wet hair back into place. “Ana, I won’t ever hurt you when we’re mating again. I won’t hurt you ever.”

His promise brought an emotional smile to her lips. “Okay.”

He massaged her breast, dumping instant heat into her middle. His erection had been swollen and hard against her back since he’d slipped into the tub behind her, but now, he rolled his hips slightly. “You like when I touch you here,” he murmured, slipping his hand down to cup her sex, right over her clit.

Ana rolled her eyes closed and nodded.

“And here,” he said low as he slipped his finger into her.

Rocking against his touch, she nodded again.

His other arm encircled her stomach and pulled her tight against his dick, standing straight against her spine. Rolling his hips, he pressed against her in the same slow rhythm he fingered her. Pressure built with every stroke, and she slipped her hands behind his head as he kissed her neck. The warm water lapped at her ribs when Easton rested his chin on her shoulder as he brought her closer to climax. A soft moan pushed past her lips as her body pulsed in a fast rhythm around his finger. She still couldn’t believe how good he was at touching her. She was almost embarrassed by how fast she came with him, but he didn’t seem disappointed.

“Want to feel,” he murmured in that gravelly, inhuman timbre that said his bear was close.

Rolling her forward, he settled her on her hands and knees. Easton slid into her slow from behind. She’d never done it like this—like the animals did. But with Easton, it felt right. It felt natural. His powerful body curved over hers as he pushed his thick shaft deep inside of her. He was big and stretched her, but she was ready. Relaxed and wet.

Slowly, he eased back by inches, then thrust into her again. Holy moly, he was sexy—a growl vibrating against her back, him nibbling kisses on her uninjured shoulder. His powerful arm flexed and locked on one side, while his other gripped around her waist. The next thrust was faster. Out slow, in hard. Ana arched her back and gave him a better angle.

“Fffuck,” he whispered shakily as he slammed into her again.

Pressure with each stroke. She could climax just thinking about his powerful body covering her. Her middle was tingling now and everything felt so good. Floaty. Numbing. Lock those arms. Almost there. “Ah!” she cried as he pushed into her again. “Easton! I’m going to…”