I leaned back and enjoyed the sight of her lying there. She was in the center of my bed, her glorious nude body flushed, dots of perspiration covering her curvy form. Her eyes were closed, and I had to control myself not to bury my face between her thighs, lick her pussy until she came all over my mouth.
I could have sat there all night and just stared at her, told her to spread wider for me so I could stare at her pretty cunt, see how wet she still was for me, watch as my seed slipped out of her tight no-longer-virgin hole.
Does she know she could bring me to my very knees? Does Mena know I’ll do anything for her?
I moved next to her again, wrapped my arms around her body, and pulled her close. She smelled good, a mixture of her sweet scent and mine. The knowledge I’d given her my mark caused this possessive need in me, this living entity.
I lifted my hand, unable to stop myself from running my fingers over the underside of one of the firm, soft mounds of her breasts. A hum of approval left her; a growl of pleasure came from my chest. My cock was hard and aching to be inside her pussy once more.
She moved closer to me, her ass coming in contact with my dick. She hummed again. “I thought a man only had it in him once. Seems like you’re proving everyone wrong.”
The way she teased turned me on even more.
Fuck, I’d go all night with her, come over and over again. I had a lifetime worth of orgasms to give her, my balls filled with so much seed that all I wanted to do—all I would do—was pump it into her until she was filled with my cum, until she was pregnant because of it.
I pulled her closer to me, my cock rock-hard, my need insatiable. But right now, I’d let her rest, sleep.
But after she was rested… all bets were off. Her pussy would be sore, swollen, and covered in my cum.
“No going back, little bear. No going back ever. You’re mine.”
Chapter Ten
Mena
I felt the surge of power move through me, the mark on the side of my neck tingling, an exhilarating sensation consuming every single part of my body.
My cells, DNA, and bones. The very marrow deep inside them.
I looked over at Cason, my mate already shifted into his bear form. His dark eyes watched me, penetrated me, giving me encouragement even though he said nothing, didn’t even move. He was patient as he waited for me to do this in my own time. On my own terms.
My hands were shaking, my knees threatening to give out. I never felt such strength before, my inner animal pushing forward, making herself known, telling me she was going to finally take control for the first time in my life.
But it wouldn’t be for the last.
I could practically hear Cason’s voice in my head, urging me that I could do this, that I had the strength, the power. I inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly, closing my eyes and finally submitting, surrendering.
I let all my walls and boundaries down, just let my bear rise up, finally push forward, and gain supremacy. The feeling of her, of shifting for the very first time, wasn’t painful, but it was a little uncomfortable. The feel of my skin stretching and ripping, of my skin being replaced by fur, of my muscles getting bigger, my bones breaking and realigning… it was all strange and exciting.
But as the discomfort faded, all I felt was pleasure. It wasn’t sexual, more like contentment, like I had found exactly what I’d been missing. Letting my bear free, finding my mate. It all felt so… freeing.
And it was when I opened my eyes, looking at my surroundings for the first time as a bear, that I knew nothing else in this world would compare to being in my animal form with my mate
. Nothing else would compare until I had my family, my children, this perfect life I’d always had but had never known was mine.
Cason came up to me and started nuzzling my face with his head, the scent of him turning me on. He licked me, his tongue moving along my cheek, dampening my fur, and a low, happy sound left me.
More pleasure slammed into me.
And then he nudged me softly, urging me to go, to run. And I did just that, feeling the ground beneath my paws, the dirt digging under my claws. He was close by, close enough that I knew he’d never leave my side, that he’d never be too far.
And neither would I.
We were made for each other. In all senses of the word.
Damon
I had to get out of there, away from my brothers and their mates, away from the feeling of being an outcast, as if I’d never find what I was missing, as if I’d forever live my life on the outside looking in.