Page 83 of Trusting Her Bear

“Yes.”

He chuckles darkly. “Not yet. I want you on the edge of exploding.” He slides his cock over my clit, over and over. “Once I’m inside your pussy, I want you to come.” He thrusts once more against my clit and then slides from it to just under my ass. He presses against me.

I moan. “Daddy.” I push back, and his hand pulls my hair.

“Do not move,” he growls. “You will let Daddy control the movement and the pace.” I freeze, automatically obeying. “Good girl.” He starts to move again, covering his cock, but never entering where I need him the most. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

“Daddy, I need you,” I whine, wanting to remind him that he said fast and dirty, and this is not fast. He’s dragging every inch of his cock over me, and I need more.

“I know you do.” He tightens his fingers. “I need my Little Cub, too,” he says and thrusts deep.

“Yes,” I cry. I have never felt anything so right.

“What did I say, baby,” he grunts. “What are you supposed to do?”

“Come,” I pant.

“Right answer.” He gains speed, and I have no choice.

“Daddy,” I whimper, coming. I close my eyes and lean into the hand in my hair.

“Yes, Little Cub. Your so fucking tight around me,” he grits out. His words cause the orgasm to go on and on.

My hip is gripped in his other hand, which squeezes tightly as his hips hit mine faster and faster. If I were human, it would leave bruises. I’m grateful my mate was a shifter already. I can’t imagine the care you have to take when your mate is human. The bed is tested with the force of our love. The spasms slow but simmering as he builds me up again.

The fire in my stomach from the heat will return again, only temporarily satisfied. The more I am with my mate, the more severe the need will become, which is already fierce.

He moves his hand to the front of my neck and pulls. Suddenly, I am sitting on his lap; my legs spread wide on either side of his thighs as he sits on his ankles.

“Daddy,” I gasp, the move causing me to sink onto him in a way that shoots sparks inside me.

“Do not move,” he orders and pushes up. His cock presses deep for a moment before sliding away slightly when he sits. Again and again, his short movements make me want more. “Feel me, Little Cub. I am all yours, and you are mine. Feel the power of our connection.” He uses his hand on my neck to guide my head to his shoulder. “No one will take it away from us.”

“Yes, Daddy.” I let my body relax entirely onto him, around him, putting my pleasure and my trust in him.

“I want another one, baby.” He locks his arm low around my waist. “Come again.” I start to shake my head. “You can, and you will. Give Daddy your come so I can give you mine,” he demands.

“Fuck,” I cry. His words gave my body permission. The tightness builds, gaining momentum with every flick of his hips.

“Little Cub,” he groans. “Give it to Daddy.”

That’s all it takes to overflow. He owns my body and my heart. My head pushes against him, lost in the emotions coursing through me.

“Daddy,” I whisper.

“Take me,” he whispers back and floods me, warming me further from the inside out. He roars, and I hear his bear in his voice, and my bear wants to join. She is just as pleased as I am with our mate. “Little Cub.” The praise in his voice causing a dreamy smile to tug on my lips. He buries his face in my hair as we sit, his cock still inside me.

His fingers caress my neck, every few moments stopping to press on my pulse. I have never felt so safe wrapped tightly to my bear.

“Quinn,” I say.

“Mmm…” He rubs his nose over my cheek.

“This is my reward.” He freezes. “If I would have known I had to live in a cage, hide in the woods, be tormented for two months in order to come out the other side to you, I would do it again in a heartbeat.” I swallow harshly. “I would have done it for a year to get you.”

“Jesus,” he growls. He yanks his hand away and out of my shirt. He lifts my body and flips me to my back, hovering over me. “My Little Cub,” he mumbles, cupping my face, his thumb gliding over my lips. “If I could go back in time and meet you before then, I fucking would.” He kisses me, taking my mouth with passion, but pulls away too soon. “I never want you to feel unsafe again. I will do everything I can to make sure you don’t. Do you believe me?”

“Yes, Quinn,” I say firmly.