“That’s right, come for me again Kenzi. Squeeze my cock tight. I’m gonna fill you so deep with cum. You’re mine. MINE!” He could hear the words roaring out of him, even though he was trying to keep them back. He didn’t want to make any promises, but his bear wanted his intentions declared.
“Please Conner, please,” she mewled, rubbing her clit faster as the first spasm coursed through her pussy. The walls clamped down around Conner’s cock, dragging across it as he retreated.
“That’s right, show me how you come for me,” he ordered. He pulled her back harder against him and he could feel the tingle start in his spine. Needing her to come first, he reached around her and brushed her hand away. His thumb flicked fast over her clit, giving her the rough pressure she needed to come screaming his name into the woods. Her body bucking under him as she screamed until her voice was hoarse.
Mackenzie dug her hands into the dirt as she held on as wave after wave crashed over her. It was beyond anything she’d ever experienced. She saw colors, fireworks, a fucking brass band. It was off the charts.
Before she was even finished she heard a loud growl followed by, “Kenzi!” as Conner’s first jet of hot cum coated the insides of her still throbbing pussy.
Conner dropped his head back to the sky as he jerked spurt after spurt of his sticky cum into her, marking her as his. The pleasure he felt was more than any other experience he’d ever had before. His body kept pumping his seed into her, sealing them together. He knew, deep down, he knew this was the best he was ever going to get.
Finally, after the last drop had been rung out of him, Conner let his head drop to Kenzi’s back. He lay there, breathing in deep gulps of air, trying to slow his racing heart. His racing head, he could do nothing about.
His bear wanted to cuddle. He wanted Conner to wrap her in his arms and lay on the ground all night. Soaking her in. He couldn’t let that happen.
Resisting the urge to grab her into his arms, he pulled himself out of her clutching body and stood. Fuck him, she looked so beautiful in the moonlight. Soft glowing skin, his cum dripping out of her. If he could freeze this moment he would.
The cold air hit her back as Conner stood. Mackenzie turned to look back over her shoulder and tried to decipher the look on his face. It was happy, sad, angry, blissful, everything running over his features.
But she could still feel him pulling away. Not physically, no, emotionally. The brief encounter was clearly over and she felt it.
Mackenzie didn’t want to wait for him to speak. She was afraid of what he might say. So she beat him to the punch.
“Thanks, I’m gonna go run and clean off in the lake.”
Shaking himself out of his pity party, Conner barked out, “Didn’t we talk about you not running off alone? It’s not safe.”
“I’m running behind the cabins down to the lake on Cage’s side. And besides, this was just sex, right? No biting, remember? I don’t belong to you. I’m free to do what I want. You want to change that, you know the choice you have to make,” she said, turning and letting her cat shift out and took off at a run before he had a chance to respond.
Watching her cat run away, his bear was chuffing at him to follow her. Chase her down, make her listen to reason. But he knew he wasn’t good enough for her. Couldn’t give her what she deserved. Even if it was all he seemed to want now. One taste, one tiny taste and he was lost.
Chapter 10
The following morning, Conner woke more conflicted than ever. His bear was so loud, there was no way for Conner to drown him out. He wanted his mate and wouldn’t settle for anything less.
Deciding that maybe if he just was near her, it would quiet the bossy bear, he dressed and headed over to his parents’ cabin.
He walked in and found his mom in the kitchen alone.
“Where is everyone?”
“Your dad and Dax headed out to the camp early this morning,” his mom answered, not looking up at him.
He waited for her to fill him on the rest of the houseguests’ whereabouts. When she didn’t, he sat down on the bar stool at the counter and waited.
She finally looked up. “Have you eaten?”
“That’s it? Have I eaten? No mom, haven’t had breakfast yet. Where is everyone else,” he pressed.
“Well, Wyatt drove Jinger to work and he was planning to head straight out to the cut. Sophie is in the mess hall as usual,” she said, moving back to the stove. She cracked some eggs into a skillet and turned to open the fridge.
“Mom,” he called out.
“Yes, dear?” she replied, her head still in the fridge.
“Where is she,” he pushed.