Gray Back Broken Bear(33)

“Come for me,” he said on a growl as his hips pumped into her again.

Her body shattered. The pleasure was so intense, she had to close her eyes and focus on not falling apart. The snarl in Easton’s throat was constant now as he bucked into her. When her body clenched around him, Easton froze with her name on his lips. Hot, pulsing jets shot into her, filling her, dripping down her thighs as he pulled out. Then he slid back in and emptied himself completely. Her body pulsed on and on, each aftershock as intense as the last as he bucked against her more slowly, drawing each one from her.

The water was getting cold against her arms and legs, but Easton didn’t seem in a hurry to sever their connection. His lips gone soft, he ran kisses across her shoulder instead. His teeth grazed her skin in a soft bite every couple of kisses as the pulsing sensation faded completely away. He was so warm, so strong, she couldn’t help but feel safe all tucked up under him, even with his teeth brushing her skin. He wouldn’t hurt her.

And just as her arms felt as though they wouldn’t hold her anymore, Easton slid out of her and stood, dragging her with him. He bent down and folded her into his arms, then stepped out of the tub and carried her to his bed. She smiled languidly at the fresh white sheets he’d put on. No more blood stains from when he’d claimed her, and suddenly it was clear why his bedding looked so clean and soft. He’d obviously spent some money on the thick comforter and crisp linens. They were to banish the memory of all the nights he’d slept on spruce limbs and plucked pillows of grass. The living room might resemble the treehouse he’d made himself all those years ago, but his bedroom…that was his attempt to move on.

Easton settled her in bed and stood beside her with his head canted. He looked at her body as though she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. “I’m going to clean you,” he said in a rumbling voice.

She nodded, ready for a soft cloth. But when he lowered himself to the bed and dragged a trail of kisses down her ribs to her stomach, it became abundantly clear what kind of cleaning Easton had in mind. Ana held in a giggle. She should’ve known.

Her mate laved his tongue up her still wet folds, and drew a soft sigh from her lips. He was meticulous and rhythmic, and now he was definitely conjuring another orgasm. Ana bent her legs and gripped his hair. Easton’s eyes glowed green as he looked up at her, and with only a second of hesitation, he gave into her silent pleading and slipped his tongue inside of her.

Ana moaned helplessly at how good he felt right there. Easton grabbed her hips and dragged her closer, then drove his tongue deeper. Arching her back, she cried out and clenched his hair. His head bobbed between her legs as he drove her closer and closer to climax. “Easton,” she yelped as her body clenched around his tongue in quick, throbbing orgasm. He licked her until she twitched and lay exhausted and spent. Easton kissed the insides of her thighs gently, then climbed up beside her and pulled her against his chest. He pulled the covers over them, then leaned his chin on top of her head. His dick was long and hard against her belly, but he didn’t move to relieve himself in her. Instead, he murmured, “Sleep now, mate.”

Mate. She smiled and nuzzled closer to him.

And finally…finally…after all those years of wanting, she got to sleep safe and warm under the arm of the man she loved.





Chapter Fourteen




“Don’t smell scared,” Easton said, his eyes blazing as he cast her a quick glance.

“I can’t help it.” Aviana clutched tight to his hand as Easton led her toward the Grayland Mobile Park. “Your crew is intimidating. All bear shifters are really.”

“Yet you are mated to Beaston,” he muttered so low, she almost didn’t hear it.

She frowned at the use of that name. Sure, his animal was in control, but that was because of what he’d been through. That bear inside of him also was to thank for his survival. Easton had lost his family when he was just a kid, then eked out a life in the woods all alone. “You say Beaston like it’s a bad name, but I think it’s fucking awesome,” she said defiantly.

He cast her a startled glance and skidded to a stop. “Why?”

“Because you might be a beast, Easton Novak, but you are also a survivor, and I’m so fucking proud of how far you’ve come, I can hardly stand it. So don’t utter that name around me unless you are owning it. Badass, snarly, scary-eyed mountain man who protects the heart of a fearful raven. You are Beaston. My Beaston.”

A slow smile had spread across his face as she’d ranted, and now his dimples showed. “Okay,” he said low, pulling her into a hug. “I’m Beaston.”