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.

rhythm stalled and she could have cried.

on her with his hands

and she closed her eyes, breath hitching in anticipation. “God, you’re so fucking wet. Where have you been hiding, woman?” he grumbled.

brushed her folds, she almost cried out in release.

pace and pushed into her slowly the first time, but Laurel bucked, encouraging him. “Please,” she whimpered, her desire

to hang on. She lost herself in the 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 the other side, and she sprinted for

he drove into her. His broad shoulders practically shone in the moonlight, and she ran her hands over them to his back, hanging on as he took her higher and higher. She’d never felt more beautiful, more wanted, than

Her fox urged her to

and she 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