The argument I was about to make melts away as she pulls at my pants with her free hand, sliding them lower on my hips, letting her yank down my boxers and free my painful swollen cock.
Precum leaks from the tip, and I watch, completely absorbed in my incredible mate, as she leans forward and laps it up, teasing me with the tip of her pink tongue.
"I want your mark, Beau." Her determined eyes are steady on mine. "I'm yours. You’re mine. So… bite me."
34
LISA
The kisses he’s given me since finding out I’m pregnant have been cautious and restrained. This, one hand fisted in my hair, leaning over me and overpowering each and every one of my senses, is Beau off the leash.
The hem of his shirt in my hand now, I yank it up, but I’ll never be able to pull it over his head from this angle. He breaks the kiss long enough to pull it off, and I run my hands across his stomach, my fingers finding nothing but smooth, undamaged skin where I witnessed blood pouring out of him.
My brain still can't reconcile everything, but now isn’t the time to get hung up on that.
His hands tug on my trousers, and I lean back on my elbows and let him drag them off, tossing them behind him somewhere. My bra follows, flying across the room and landing on a lamp, and then his mouth is on my neck, my collarbone, the swell of my breast, his hands everywhere, greedy and rough.
"I want to see your bear." The words come out breathless as I stroke his cock, spreading the copious amounts of precum over the head, eager to taste him again.
He laughs against my throat, the steady vibrations from his chest almost hypnotising as I struggle to focus on anything but the pleasure coursing through me from every tiny touch and sound. "Maybe outside would be a better idea.”
Forcing my eyes open, I look around my bedroom. It’s big but notlet’s invite a wild animal in herebig. Anyway, that would mean stopping what we’re doing. And I definitely don’t want to do that. "Fair point."
When his jeans hit the floor, boxers tangled up inside them, I wrap my hand around him fully, thick and hard. His hips jerk, and the groan that comes out of him makes my dripping core clench.
I’m about to lean forward and take him into my mouth when he pulls back and drops to his knees in front of me. He hooks his thumbs into my lacy panties, already soaked through, and peels them off, inch by inch, down my legs and past my ankles. On his way back up, his mouth drags along my inner thigh from my knee to my hip, and my pussy trembles, shivering when he parts my legs abruptly and presses a gentle kiss to my mound.
I know I’m in for something spectacular, but his eyes are wild, shifting from feral and untamed to reverent and tender. If that’s his bear fighting for control, maybe he doesn’t know what’s about to happen either.
"Up," he demands, but he's already lifting me.
He tosses me further up the bed, covering me the moment my spine hits the mattress, his significant weight pressing me into it.
The full length of him is hot against my stomach, and I arch against him, needy and wanton. I reach between us and guide him to my entrance, lifting my hips, expecting him to drive home immediately. Except he doesn’t. Just stares down at me, eyes trailing over every inch of me, to where we’re joined together.
“You’re beautiful. That’s the most perfect sight a man could ever wish to see.”
I writhe under him as an uncontrollable need, something primal, drives me to push my hips toward him, taking the head inside my body, the fullness so satisfying, my eyes roll back into my head.
But it’s still not enough. I want it all.
“My needy little mate wants more?” he teases, his voice so rough and husky that it tickles my spine when his breath hits my ear. “Do you want me to take you, Lisa? Putting a cub inside your belly isn’t enough? You want my cock in your pussy, my seed dripping down your thigh as I sink my teeth into your fragile human skin and make you mine forever?”
The noise I make is desperate as I buck up against him, wanting… no. Craving exactly what he just said.
“You want to be mine? To belong to me, body and soul. To let me bury my scent under your skin so everyone knows exactly whose you are?”
I’m up on my shoulders now, arching as much as I can into him, his huge cock still only halfway inside me, as he drives me higher and higher with his filthy words. I want all of those things, more now than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.
I feel like I’ll die if he doesn’t fuck me right now and bite me, hard, so hard that it hurts.
“Please, Beau. Please.”
I’m frantic, desperate, as I claw at him, begging him to put me out of my misery and fill me to the hilt.
With a look of smug satisfaction, he rolls his hips, the noise he makes pushing inside me is so possessive and so raw—a sound no human man would make.
Pleasure and relief flood me as he pulls back and drives in hard again. I cry out, my nails raking down his back as I cling to him, afraid to let go in case he stops. There's no slow buildthis time. He's relentless from the first stroke, pinning my wrists above my head with one hand, his hips snapping against mine with a force that shoves me up the bed.