Page 32 of Bearly Breathing

“Leya?” He voiced her name like a question as he positioned his cock against her swollen lips. She was so wet for him, and so fucking hot. Still, the choice was hers.

“Marcus!” She called out and opened her arms. Fingers clasping him and drawing him down to her sweat-slicked body.

“Mate,” he growled and pressed inside.

Marcus felt her barrier and was filled with a fierce sense of possession and pride. Untouched. Mine. Only mine.

“Look at me, baby,” he said as he pushed his hips past her maidenhead. He claimed her in a roar that filled the tent.

Her body froze in the midst of his deafening yell and he forced himself to still.

“Marcus, I don’t think you fit-” she panicked and squirmed underneath him, but he did not move.

“Relax, sweet, allow your body to adjust to me. Like a stone falling into water, you can take me, baby, you were made to,” he stared at her, lost in her blue gaze and felt the second she relaxed and accepted him into her.

She was so tight. Perfect. Made for him. Her body softened and opened around him, then he began to move. He felt her enjoyment in her pleasure filled cries and the way she raked her nails across his back and shoulders as his body moved over hers.

Fucking music to his ears. The pain only adding to his pleasure. Leya twined her arms around his neck and panted. Leya, sweet, sexy Leya. Love. Mine. Mate.

Blood thundered in his ears, his Bear roared inside. Every thrust of his cock he seemed to touch more of her inside. Stroking her walls, heightening their pleasure. His cock pulsed in time with ever squeeze of her channel. Fuck, soon now.

Their scents mingled, entwined, and a new one emerged. Theirs. Yes, that felt right. It was the scent of their mating. One she would always carry. As would he. Marking them both as taken, mated forever. Marcus groaned as he thrust deep inside her quivering warmth.

She pulled him down for a soul scorching kiss that made him tremble. He needed her to come one more time before he could reach his pleasure. Marcus grabbed her legs, and she followed his lead, locking them around his waist. He slipped even deeper inside of her. Oh fuck. Gonna come. No, not without her. No fucking way.

He found her nub with his hand and rubbed with his callused thumb while he pushed himself deeper and faster. Tiny nails dug into his shoulders and his mate threw her head back and cried out his name. He felt her pussy ripple in her climax, sucking his dick with her sheath.

Finally, he felt the pleasure of his own orgasm rip through his body. A million fireworks, a comet orbiting the earth, a fucking supernova. Coming inside of her was all of these things and more. He roared her name as his hips jerked out of time, pumping his seed into her heat with every quivering movement.

Mark her. His Bear growled and Marcus felt his fangs distend. He leaned forwards and she tilted her head, granting him access. His teeth slid into the flesh at the side of her neck like a hot knife through butter. He reveled in the coppery liquid that poured down his throat, pressing his teeth in deeper in the way of his kind.

Marcus claimed Leya as his mate for all the world to see. He put his mark on her body, while her sex tightened around his shaft and milked him for all he was worth.

“Mine.”