"Whatever I want to do." His tongue lashed the bite mark on her neck.
She exploded around him, her entire body rolling with an orgasm that left her breathless. But it wasn't enough. He was still inside her, stretching her, taking her.
To her shock, his fingers found her clit again. "No," she moaned.
"Yes," he corrected, his fingers slick from her wetness. Something tugged in her hair, and then shocking cold touched her clit.
She arched and cried out.
"You like ice. Remember?" he asked, swirling a small piece around her clit.
The cold sensation with the hot shaft inside her pushed her into a craving that shook her entire body. "Bear."
He rocked against her just enough to make her gasp. The ice melted, and his fingers heated her again. He touched where they were joined, where she was stretched around his size. Then he ran a finger over her clit again. Sensation pounded through her. "Move," she whispered.
His ruthless finger circled her clit, enticing it into hardness, holding her on the edge. "You're done with demands. Feel free to beg." He licked along his bite while his fingers tortured her, holding her in place easily. Way too easily.
She couldn't take it. He won. White flag. Game over. "Please, Bear."
"Ah, you're giving me what I want now." His voice was pure rock and gravel-raw and hoarse.
"Aye." She'd give him anything right now. Who cared? Her mind fuzzed. Her entire core was in need, throbbing uncontrollably.
"Good." He drove her higher, circling and lightly pinching, forcing pleasure through her. She panted, moaning, losing any ability to think. He pulled out and pounded back in. She arched her back, taking him all the way. Then he slowly slid out and back in, enhancing each electric jolt.
A rough hand tangled in her hair and jerked her head to the side. Even that sensation was somehow erotic. Her neck was elongated and exposed, and now not even her head was hers to move. She tested him, tugging, and only ended up pulling her own hair. She bit her lip.
His bare chest heated her back as he leaned closer, his thighs pushing hers into the step. "Who did you mate?"
"You," she panted, her body on a very thin edge. So close. So damn close.
"Right. Who am I?"
Words. He was saying words. She tried to follow, but he pulled out and slammed back in. Hard. "Ah, Bear. Alpha. Grizzly." Those were right. Those had to be right.
"Yes." His fingers played with her again. She whimpered. "I'm claiming you, Nessa. Right here. Right now."
She may have gurgled.
He slapped her clit. Her head jerked, and hunger flared hotter.
"What are you, Nessa?" he demanded, his hold absolute.
She opened her eyes. This was beyond what she'd wanted. But here they were. "Claimed," she whispered, her body relaxing into his hold. Ready for whatever he wanted to give to her. Submission she felt much deeper than anything she'd ever imagined.
"Yes." His hands closed over her hips in a ruthless grip, and he hammered into her with hard strokes, driving her forward.
Never in her life had she felt such raw pleasure. He pounded, increasing his speed, and everything inside her exploded. She cried out, her body stiffening and shaking, sensation after sensation careening through her. He ground against her, his body shuddering over her.
She went limp.
Quick hands untied her, and he lifted her, carrying her into the warm cabin. There was nothing left to her. She was done. Sleep claimed her before he'd even placed her in the bed.
Chapter 25
Finally, a morning without sleet or snow. The sun even tried to peek between the clouds. Bear hustled toward headquarters, his mood too dark for the day. Even the slight sun didn't cheer him.
He'd left Nessa sleeping peacefully in bed with two guards outside. She'd been exhausted.
What the hell had he been thinking, taking her like that the night before? Nothing. He hadn't been thinking. Period. Damn, he was confused. His life had been nice and orderly before she'd shown up. Okay, maybe a little boring. Could he return to that? He stormed into the rec room and stomped back to the war room, where Lucas was manning several screens. "News?"
Lucas looked up, circles beneath his eyes. Scrapes from wolf claws were red and swollen along his neck. "Not yet. I've been trying to track down that wolf pack all night."
"Did you contact Vilks?" Terrent Vilks led one of the most powerful packs.
"Yes. He doesn't know who they are and guesses it's just a rogue pack. Seemed rather pissed we were attacked. Wants to send reinforcements."