RANCHER BEAR’S BABY(27)

I opened my mouth and took in his shaft, effectively cutting him off. I stroked the inches that I couldn’t taste and started what I hoped was the best blow job he’d ever received. I moaned in pleasure. Pleasing him felt almost as good as him pleasing me.

Before I got too far along, Matt grabbed me and pulled me to my feet. He kissed me again, the taste of our juices mingling together, before pushing me towards the bed. “Now.”

My excitement soared and I fell against the soft mattress. I started to turn, but Matt was already behind me, using his knee to widen my stance. His fingers pushed into me and I moaned. “Matt, I need you.”

He replaced his fingers with the head of his dick and then pushed into me in one solid stroke. My knees buckled from the pleasure of feeling him in me, but he wrapped his arm under my hips and held me firmly in place.

“Fuck, you feel perfect. So good.” Matt groaned as he pulled out and then slid back into me.

I dug my fingers into the bedding and cried out my pleasure. I was louder than I’d ever been and couldn’t even stop to think about whether or not I was embarrassing myself.

He thrust into me over and over again, fast and then slow, slow and then fast. He pushed me towards the edge and then pulled back so I wouldn’t come yet.

I lost track of time, sense of where we were, and even who I was as he continued his movements over me. He surrounded me, never breaking contact. His free hand stroked over my back, tugged at my hair, toyed with my nipples. His mouth nipped at my back and teased my skin. Every part of him branded me until I felt like one giant exposed nerve ending.

When his thrusts did get more erratic, he dropped his hands to my clit and circled it while he whispered against my ear that he wanted me to come on him. The mix of everything pushed me over the edge and I came harder than ever. My toes curled and I ripped the blankets off the bed as I jerked. White hot orgasm washed over me, spilled out of me, and turned me liquid.

Matt came with me as I squeezed tighter around him. He sank his teeth into my neck as he came inside of me. The feeling made my own orgasm last longer and caused it to be even stronger.

I collapsed forward on the bed and Matt followed. Our skin was slick with sweat as he adjusted himself to make sure he wasn’t suffocating me. My breathing was wild and in those post-climax moments, I didn’t feel like it would ever go back to normal.





CHAPTER 11: Matt




I shifted our bodies so that we were laying the right way in the bed and held her against my chest. I’d lost control and claimed her. I’d lost control and hadn’t used a fucking condom. I rested my forearm over my eyes and blew out a big breath. I was waiting on the panic to hit. Surely, I’d feel some. I’d realize that I’d fucked up and I’d want to beat the shit out of myself. Leila had fallen asleep with her head on my chest.

I looked down at her and found myself smiling. It didn’t make any sense. I’d run away from my own family and hadn’t even ventured into town for months. I even ate as bear to avoid it. I’d holed up in the cabin like a hermit wanting nothing but quiet and time to figure out how to control my bear. And my anger. I’d been so angry over the whole thing with Dad’s will and the ranch ending up in Alex’s hands. Not just the ranch, but my identity. Isolation was supposed to be a way for me to fucking find myself.

Yet, somehow I hadn’t found a damned thing until Leila. I’d heard Dad talk about fate bringing a shifter’s mate before. He’d ended up with Mom by a stroke of fate, he’d always said. I’d just never bought into the fairytale.

Looking down at Leila, though, recognizing the way my heart beat for her, I had to think that maybe I’d been wrong all along. Hell, there was no maybe. I’d marked her as my own. She was mine, just as I was hers.

I was worried about how she would react when she realized that I’d claimed her without permission. She had been the one to say it out loud. She told me that first day that she was my mate, but we hadn’t talked about claiming. I hadn’t been able to help it. Alex told me that he’d had a hard time fighting it, but he’d been able to. I guess I’d just been living with a broken bear for too long. There were times when I could not control the beast.

Leila sighed in her sleep and wrapped her arm over my chest. She buried her face against my side and squeezed me.

A slow grin spread across my face as I realized that as hard as I tried, there was no denying destiny. Leila had belonged to me from the day she arrived, the moment she swiped bear on the nose and stepped around him into the cabin and into my heart.

I’d never stood a chance against her.