Series: Lee Savino
Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
I rejected my animal side believing that gave me the control I desperately craved at that dark time of my life. Instead, it made my bear more out of control, more frustrated, and unable to seek fulfillment.
Rampaging in bear form to save my mate was infinitely satisfying. Nothing could come close to the feeling except marking Paloma.
She loops her arms around my neck as I stalk through the small cabin and nibbles on my ear. “Is that right?” she purrs. She wants me to make her scream. I think she wants me to mark her, but I have to make sure.
“Uh huh.” I carry her into the bedroom and toss her on the bed.
“Do you know what happens now?” I use my gruff Viking voice with her, partly because I know she loves it and partly because my bear is out. I’m letting him shine through. His aggression is my aggression. My aggression, his.
“Are you going to mark me?” she asks.
I yank my shirt off without opening the buttons, causing them to fly in every direction.
Paloma giggles.
“That’s right, beautiful.” I prowl around the bed. “Is that all right with you?”
She smiles up at me. Her face flushes with desire, her eyes are bright, despite our ordeal. She nods.
“You’re not afraid of my bear?”
Her laughter is thick and warm as honey. “Why would I be afraid of your bear? He just rescued me from death.”
I climb over her.
“Also, Darius, he’s you. He’s not some separate entity you turn into. You are the bear.”
I grin at her like the fool that I am. “That’s exactly the conclusion I just reached, princess.” I claim her mouth, kissing her thoroughly the way I intend to for the rest of my life. “Which proves you’re the perfect female for me, not that I had any doubt.” I continue to kiss her, rocking my rigid cock against the notch between her legs. “You’re one person who understands me even better than I understand myself. Even more than Teddy–not that I’m admitting that asshole may have known me better than I did.”
Paloma laughs. “There is one thing, though.”
“What’s that, little dove?” I rumble.
She wrinkles her nose in the cutest possible way. “I think maybe we both need a shower first.”
Laughter rockets out of my throat. “You’re right.” I tried to clean up on the plane ride home, but I was covered in blood, and it’s been a very long twenty-four hours since our last extremely pleasurable shower.
I scoop her back up and carry her to the bathroom. She laughs when I drop her to her feet and rip the stained and torn teal crop top off over her head. She works the buttons on my jeans as I tear her sports bra in half down the front.
“Darius!” she exclaims breathlessly. “How did you even do that? That should be impossible.”
“Princess, there are at least a dozen things I’m going to do to you right now that you used to think were impossible.”
“Oh yeah? Show me,” she dares.
Challenge accepted.
I yank her yoga pants and panties down to her ankles, lowering to a squat as I do. When she kicks off the fabric from her ankles, I thread my arms between her legs, secure her back with my palms, and stand with her pussy at the level of my mouth. She shrieks, laughing and ducking, so her head doesn’t hit the ceiling. I’m lost in her juicy essence. My tongue delves between her folds.
“Oh, God!” Her thighs clamp around my ears. “Darius.” She wends her fingers into my rapidly-growing hair and pulls. “Oh, my God.”
“I’ll bet you didn’t know this was possible,” I taunt between rolls of my tongue.
Her cries fall like gold coins around me. Sparkling rewards just for doing what I was born to do. “Oh, please.” She’s quivering, her delicate flesh clenching and releasing. “It’s…it’s too much.”
I know she only says that because she needs to come.
I spin to pin her hips against the wall, my hands shifting from behind her back to her armpits. Her legs dangle across my arms, feet kicking as I penetrate her with my tongue.
“Darius…Darius!” she sounds alarmed. “Oh my God, pleeeeease!” she screams, pulling my hair hard.
I suction my mouth over all of her sex, and she bucks against me in a release. She’s sobbing with pleasure, shaking all over when I lower her gently to sit on the countertop while I turn on the water.
“Don’t leave me,” she murmurs, clinging to my arm as I turn away. “I don’t think I can stay upright yet.”
“I’ve got you, Princess.” I steady her with a hand at her waist while I strip out of my jeans. I’m not wearing any boxers–my clothes shredded when I spontaneously shifted in the warehouse, but fortunately, the triplets brought spare clothes along when they rescued us.