Page 11 of Destined Bear

“So slick for me,” he mumbled against my erection.

This had to be a dream. There was no way this was real. It was too good.

“It’s real, mate. I’m yours.”

I hadn’t even spoken, but he knew.

Patrick stretched my hole, first with one finger then two. He might have fit three in there or more, I lost count.

“Need you.” No truer words were ever spoken. “Inside me now.”

Patrick growled. “I could never resist you. Not now that I know you’re mine.” He crawled his way back up my body and buried his face in my neck, inhaling deeply.

I captured his lips with mine. I needed more of him. I wanted to taste him everywhere, but first I needed him inside me.

Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his waist and urged him closer. His thick cock pressed against my entrance and the slick that gathered there eased the way. He sank into me, filling me completely.

My fingertips dug into his back as he entered me.

“Patrick!”

“Mate!”

It was everything I knew it would be with him. His strong body holding me close, filling me to the brim. Then he moved. His hips pistoned and the head of his cock hit the spot inside me that made stars light up behind my eyes.

“More.” I urged him on, meeting his thrusts with a buck of my hips.

“Mark me!” I couldn’t wait a single minute to be his fully. I’d waited so long, been so patient even when it near broke me.

Then his teeth were sinking into my neck. I cried out at my release erupted between us. Hot cum hit my skin. He licked where his teeth marked my neck, and I shuddered.

My teeth elongated, my bear refusing for the marking to be one-sided. My teeth sank into him, and his orgasm slammed into him, his hips jerking as he released deep within me. His knot growing, binding us together.

My eyes rolled back as the pressure from his cock growing became too much. My cock ached, needing to come again.

Patrick’s movement stilled now that we were connected together in the most intimate of ways. I’d almost forgotten about his knot.

My fingertips trailed down his back, and he let out a shudder.

“That was amazing,” he said. His voice was thick and husky.

“It was.” Amazing didn’t even begin to cover it, but words weren’t coming, my mind in a delicious haze.

“Give me a few minutes and we can do it again.”

I chuckled. “Maybe in the shower this time?” We were definitely sticky and sweaty, but in the best way possible.

“Anything you want, mate. Anything you want.”

Chapter 8

Patrick

“I didn’t want this.” I regretted the words the second they fell from my lips.

Finn stiffened in my arms, then bolted out of the bed. He wrapped the blanket around him protectively, all the while his eyes fired daggers at me. I deserved it.

It was morning now, and we had spent the entire evening and night alternating between sleeping and making love. It had been beautiful and better than I’d ever thought possible.