Mated to the Wilde Bear

It had been too long since she’d offered herself and never like this. She felt like a volcano ready to erupt.

“I need to feel all of you,” Xavier said in a ragged breath. His hand ran down the length of her, stopping to brush her already hardened nipple, and she moaned. He dipped his head and captured it in his mouth instead, and she closed her eyes, floating as he licked and sucked.

His hand wandered lower, fingertips trailing over her hips and thigh until he found her wet center. His thumb brushed over her clit. Laurel could only writhe against him in anticipation.

It wasn’t enough. Everywhere he touched left a trail of tingles, a promise to please, and still, it wasn’t enough. She gripped his hips and yanked him close, bucking her hips to his even as his finger pushed inside her. “This is what I want,” he told her, his breath hot against her ear.

“It’s yours,” she promised him, her breathing just as ragged as she began climbing toward the peak.

could have cried. “Can we—?”

meant, and Xavier stole her breath with another kiss. He went back to work on her with his hands and Laurel sank even further into the cool relief of the

closed her eyes, breath hitching in anticipation. “God, you’re so fucking

brushed her folds, she almost cried out in release. Years’ worth

time, but Laurel bucked, encouraging him. “Please,” she whimpered, her desire giving her courage. “I want all of

fast pace, the wildness of it. With each new thrust, she inched closer to the edge. She could feel the freefall waiting for her on

his back, hanging on as he took her higher and higher. She’d never felt more beautiful, more wanted, than here and now. Completely

running her teeth over the smooth skin of his shoulder. Unmarred. Unmated. But not for long. Her fox urged her to do it, to give him

eased back. She didn’t need to bite him to know her fox already thought of him as hers. Instead, she dug her fingernails into his hips and squeezed her ankles,