Pacific Northwest Werebears(87)

Noticing he was quietly assessing her, she saw him lick his lips and her pussy flexed at the sight. She could feel her need building. Her mate was standing naked in front of her, his cock hard and looking so damn perfect she wanted to lick her lips too. She gave in and did.

Conner groaned, as her sweet arousal filled the air between them. Her looking at his dick and licking her lips was the last straw.

Closing the space between them, he wrapped his hands around her neck, pushing one up into her hair. He grabbed a handful of her curls and gripped them tight. He heard a purring sound from her throat. Fuck him.

“No biting, you hear me?” He growled, his bear so close to the surface his eyes were shining in the darkness.

Looking up at him, her eyes reflected in the light, telling him her cat was right there too. “No biting,” she whispered. She needed her mate and she’d take what she could get.

Conner took her acceptance of the terms, sealing them in a fiery kiss. Her mouth opened under his, Kenzi’s tongue meeting his to finally taste her mate. Mackenzie grabbed the sides of Conner’s waist and pulled him closer so their hips met. His cock trapped between them, hard and pulsing. Conner growled into her mouth.

His bear was clamoring to seal their union  , he wanted more of her. Wanted her taste, her smell, and most importantly her blood. Conner was going to do everything possible to deny him that. Sex was one thing, mating was another.

Mackenzie’s animal was yowling in her head, straining to touch as much skin as she could. It wanted Conner’s scent imprinted on her fur.

“Lay down for me,” Conner said, breathing heavily. He didn’t want to take his time, he didn’t want to think this through too far. He just needed to taste her.

Mackenzie slowly knelt in front of him, keeping her glowing eyes trained on him. As she made it to the ground, she could see his straining erection bobbing next to her face. She reached out and with a long wet swipe licked him from root to tip.

A resonating rumble echoed through the forest as Conner let his head drop back at the electric contact of her tongue along his cock. It was a fucking tease, and he loved it.

“How do you want me?” Mackenzie purred at him. She liked seeing that she could get his fur in a bunch so easily.

“On your back, legs spread. Show me,” he ordered.

God, she fucking loved strong men. Nothing her kitty liked better than to hiss back at someone trying to dominate her. Her cat was sly, it knew how to play the game. Appear to acquiesce just to gain the upper hand.

Mackenzie lay back on the soft mossy ground, she kept her knees tight together until she had Conner’s eyes back on hers. They had started trailing her from the toe up, looking for something sweet. She denied him a bit longer.

She cocked her head to the side as she slowly, ever so slowly, spread her legs apart. She dared him with her eyes to not look down. Not break the emotional contact of their eyes seeing nothing but each other.

Conner took the challenge, he stared deep into his mate’s eyes. The world grew smaller as he stared at her. His focus was a pinpoint, he could see through her, to her cat, to their goddamn future. Cubs or kittens, a family, a life.

He wanted to look down, see that sweet wet core she had opened to the coolness of the night. Her delicious aroma wafting up to him, making him want to purr like a damn cat. But he didn’t lose her eyes as he knelt between her legs. He put his hands on the ground under her bent legs, kept looking at her and then took one long slow lick up the middle of her dripping pussy.

That’s all it took. Her taste couldn’t even be described; it was the most delicate flavor to ever cross his tongue. He let his head drop to her belly as he shook it back and forth. He was so screwed.

Looking back up to his mate, she gave him a wicked smile. She knew, she had him. But he also knew that there was no way he was going down without a fight. Deciding to play her game, he gave her a wink and dropped his eyes down to the treat in front of him.

Using his thumbs, he spread her lips wide so he could kiss her. Letting his tongue rim the sweet opening to her, then dipping his tongue inside. Just a bit, not enough, before retreating.

Mackenzie growled, demanding more without saying it. He repeated his slow tonguing, a little deeper this time, using his nose to press against her swollen clit. He pulled back and latched onto that tight bud and sucked it into his mouth. Mackenzie bucked her hips off the ground.

Damn, that was the spot, she thought. She wanted more, wanted him to move faster. She also knew the more she demanded the slower he would go. This game had clear rules and she wanted to come. She’d get there faster if he thought he was winning.

Conner liked the growl, wanted to hear it again, so he ran his finger up through her pussy, back and forth before plunging it into her. He sucked hard on the bud in his mouth at the same time. He got his growl.