Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
“She’s ours,” my polar bear roared.
Her perfect tits shook slightly as she shivered from her arousal. She needed me to fill her with my dick and cum. I moved back between her thighs, kept hold of the root of my shaft, and ran the tip of my length up and down her slick folds. I watched myself do this over and over again, getting even more worked up with each passing second.
When I couldn’t take it any longer, when she was begging, pleading with me for more, I pressed the crown against the entrance of her pussy. She was so fucking hot, so damn tight and ready for me that when I pushed inside her, her body instantly clenched tight around me.
A guttural groan left me at the feeling, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t have, even if my life depended on it. I fed her my cock inch by inch then curled forward, slamming my hands on the bed on either side of her head. I was halfway in but gave her more. She’d take all of me.
Another inch. Then another. Fuck me…. One more.
My forearms were straight and tense right by her head, and my muscles were clenched as I used all my strength not to just shove my dick right into her. I was torturing myself by going slow, but fuck it felt good.
She stared up at me, her mouth parted, her eyes wide and glossy, and beads of sweat dotting her forehead.
“So. Fucking. Good.” I leaned forward and claimed her mouth at the same time I buried the rest of my cock in her pussy. The strangled sound that came from both of us was loud but filled the room. I braced an elbow on the bed and took hold of her jaw with my hand. Tilting her head to the side, I probed her mouth with my tongue as I started thrusting in and out of her.
I pulled out until just the tip was inside her and then slammed back into my girl. I did this over and over again, not picking up my speed but making sure to completely fill her every time. Sweat covered my body as I started a steady rhythm. I broke the kiss and started licking the side of her neck, right over that proprietary mark I’d given her.
I dragged my tongue up and down her sweet skin, memorizing the flavor and smell of her. She started mewling and dragging her nails down my back, pulling me closer as if she’d never get enough of me. I knew I’d never fucking get enough of her.
“I’m so close, Kasias,” she said almost right away, her voice soft, little, pleasure-induced. I slowed my pace, and she mewled in disappointment.
“Mate,” I growled. “Call me mate, Penny.” I started moving faster then.
“Mate,” she gasped. “I'm so close, mate.”
I squeezed my eyes shut at how good it felt hearing her say those words. “Come for me.”
She gasped and did just that, and I roared out at the feeling of her tightening around my cock.
I tried to keep the same steady rhythm, but it was fruitless with how her tight cunt gripped me. At the end, I was slamming into her with abandon. My thrusting had her moving up the mattress, but I snarled and gripped her waist, yanking her back down on my cock, her gasp of surprise fueling me. And when she came for me again, the scent of her heat filling my head, I let go.
“Come on, baby,” I muttered to myself. “Give me a third one. Give me a fucking third one, Penny.” My polar bear roared, my mouth watering for another taste of her. Always. Fucking always. “You’re mine, mate. Mine!” I roared out that last word until I felt the air around me shake from the force.
And then she fucking came for me again.
My female cried out, clenching around my cock in rhythmic pulls, milking me, needing my seed to ease her heat. With a mighty roar, I let go.
I didn’t slow or stop pounding into her, not even when my balls drew up tight and I came so hard I saw stars. I filled her with my cum, coating every available inch inside her until I knew our combined fluids would dampen the sheets beneath her.
I had my mouth at her neck, along the mark I’d given my girl, and licked at it, scrapped at it with my canines until it opened up again. I pushed more of my scent into her bloodstream.
When she was sated—for the time being and until her heat claimed her again—I couldn’t help the prideful proprietary smile that curved my lips.
“Hold me,” she said sleepily, and I happily obliged.
I needed to hold her just as much as she needed me to.
I pulled her closer, the scent of her heat now fading over the last week, but still so strong to me that it consumed me to the point I felt positively fucking feral because of her. I’d never in my life thought I could feel this way about anyone. It had always been me, and that had been sufficient. But when I’d seen my little Iberian lynx shifter in that crowded bar, my life forever changed.