“Hi,” she whispered.
The bear rumbled, a sound so low and deep, she could feel it on her skin. It gave her goose bumps.
“Can I touch you,” she asked. She was feeling braver now that she was seeing Wyatt. Knowing he was there too and he would never let anything hurt her gave her courage.
The bear tipped his head down, his nose pointing to the ground. She raised a hand and gently traced two fingers over his fur. That rumbling sound started again, the one she’d heard Wyatt do in the hospital. It must be the bear equivalent of purring she figured.
Her bravery at an end, she dropped her hand and took two steps back. The bear raised his head and huffed at her then his image started to flare, when the light dimmed, Wyatt was crouching on the ground in front of her buck naked. Well, that is an added bonus she thought.
He wasn’t smiling, but his eyes were shining with the heat of a thousand suns. He stood and without a word scooped her into his arms.
“What the…” she started to say but Wyatt was already stalking towards the house, taking the steps on the porch two at a time. He walked through the door and kicked it closed with his foot.
“Can’t wait,” he said gruffly. He turned to the couch and sat down pulling her onto his lap like they were before.
“Wyatt, your eyes,” she said, noticing they were very bright, the yellow glowing from within.
“I’m in control, I just need you,” he admitted.
Jinger heard a ripping noise and looked down to see one long claw on Wyatt’s finger tearing through her leggings. Another tear on the other side and a quick tug had her pants off. Destroyed, but off. Wyatt’s sharp claw made quick work of her underwear while she tugged her shirt over her head. She also managed to unhook her bra before he could play Edward Scissorhands with that. It was one of her favorites.
Once she was naked, she realized it was broad daylight and she was sitting in Wyatt’s lap. There was no hiding, all of her softness, her tummy, her creases were on display. She almost had time to become self-conscious before Wyatt attacked.
His mouth and hands were all over her. She could barely keep up with him. She wrapped her hands around his neck and scored her nails over his shoulders.
“God, I love your tits,” he said leaning down and drawing one of her nipples into his mouth with a hard pull.
“Tits?” She laughed, she’d always thought that was a tacky word.
“On you alone they are beautiful luscious breasts. When they are in my mouth they are tits and they’re mine,” he growled moving to her other nipple.
She couldn’t argue with that logic and the pull on her tight nipples was shooting shocks straight to her clit. Her pussy was already wet and she knew Wyatt could feel it. Her slick lips surrounded his cock and she rubbed the length of him seeking friction.
Wyatt moved a hand down between them and ran a finger up through her seeking her opening. His finger nudged the area below her pussy and said, “Lift.”
She did and watched as Wyatt grabbed the length of his cock and gave it a long hard pull before fitting it against her.
“Eyes, Jinger,” he ordered and she locked with his gaze.
“I love you, you are my mate and I am yours,” he pledged.
Jinger watched him and was desperate to feel him inside her. She realized he was waiting for her to accept. She did as she slid down his thick cock, sinking it deep inside straight to her womb.
“Forever,” she promised him, sealing her vow with a kiss.
Wyatt wrapped his arms around her back bringing his hands up to her shoulders and used his strength to pull her hard onto his cock. He rocked his hips up and then moved his hands to her waist letting her set the pace, mindful of her injury.
Jinger was not in the mood for slow and soft. She needed Wyatt hard and fast, something inside her demanding they seal their bond in a fiery explosion. She knew this was how it was supposed to be. Giant and overwhelming and perfectly amazing.
Leaning over Wyatt’s body she grabbed the back of the couch to gain a better angle to work her pussy down his cock. Using her muscles to grab his rigid length and squeeze each time he arched into her.
Their bodies were slick with sweat and with this angle the constant rub on Jinger’s clit was building her orgasm fast. She warned Wyatt that she was close, “Baby, I’m gonna…”
Wyatt wrapped one arm around her waist and another came up to the back of her head. He tilted her head to the side and growled “Mine” before sinking his elongated canines into the soft spot where her neck met her shoulder.
Jinger’s body exploded in flames, they burned but didn’t hurt. Her mind was a sea of fireworks, her heart pounding in her chest. She felt Wyatt’s teeth, but the pain was brief. The pleasure was like nothing she’d ever experienced. She could swear she could hear his heart beating, matching her own. And her heart felt bigger, wider, like it was melding with his. The fire burned brighter as her pussy clamped down and pulsed over the hardness inside her. Her pussy gushed with the sweetness of her release.