Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 94(@200wpm)___ 76(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 94(@200wpm)___ 76(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
The bear gives a little growl before Thorne shifts back to his human form. A stunning, muscular, to-die-for human.
Before I’m able to look my fill, Thorne pulls me close to his naked body. His massive erection presses against my tummy, causing me to groan. He kisses me and slides his tongue along the seam of my lips. I part my lips and draw his tongue into my mouth as fireworks explode behind my closed eyelids.
My bear shifter’s kiss turns aggressive as he tastes every inch of my mouth. I barely notice when he nibbles on my bottom lip. “I’d like to finish this in my bedroom.” Thorne lifts me into his arms, “I had this entire house built to make you happy. I had no idea who my mate was when I designed it, but I knew I’d find you one day.” My heart melts at his words. “You’re even more stunning than any fantasy my mind could’ve come up with.”
He rushes through the house and straight up the stairs. After kicking the bedroom door closed, Thorne sets me on my feet. “I’ve dreamed of this forever.”
“Me too.” I need him to hurry things along before I explode.
My mate senses my need and steps back to let me get a good look at his naked body. Wow. The muscles on his chest seem to have muscles. Thorne is built like a freaking tank. I’d be scared if he hadn’t just promised to love and protect me forever.
My eyes continue roaming over his hard muscles as he prowls over to me. “A bear only ever has one lover, his mate. I hope you’re ready for all my pent-up desire.”
“Bring it on.”
“You don’t have to ask me twice.” His voice is more animal than man.
All the spit in my mouth dries up as I watch his massive cock jut out in front of him. “Watch me,” Thorne growls and wraps his hand around his hardness. My eyes automatically follow his orders, watching while he strokes his erection.
Chapter 8
Thorne
I squeeze my fucking cock hard, needing the bite of pain to hold off my orgasm.
My shy mate stares at me while I stroke my aching erection, and I fucking love feeling her eyes moving over my body. “Lie back on the bed,” I tell her while increasing my pace. “Leave your clothes on. I get the pleasure of removing them.”
Mabel listens to my instructions and lies back on the bed. Once I’m sure my cock is under control. I prowl over to her.
“I’ll buy you another t-shirt.” I’ve heard it’s better to ask for forgiveness instead of permission, so I slice the thin material all the way down the middle with one sharp claw.
“That’s my favorite shirt.” My mate gasps. “I got it at their concert last summer.”
“I’ll take you to another concert to replace it.” I’d promise just about anything to make her happy right now.
Mabel doesn’t give me time to shred her jeans. Instead, she hastily unsnaps them before wiggling out of them. The movement causes her luscious tits to jiggle around in her silky bra, and I almost come from the sweet sight. My fangs elongate and I have to close my eyes and take several deep breaths to calm myself. When I glance back at my mate, I see she’s removed her bra and panties.
“That’s my only good lingerie set,” Mabel huffs.
“I’ll buy you a whole lingerie store.” I’d promise anything at this point.
My eyes roam over her luscious curves, causing my cock to turn to steel. My inner bear is begging me to hurry up and seal this bond, but I’m ignoring the fucker. Before I take my own pleasure, I’m going to make sure my mate is addicted to my loving.
Mabel leans up on her elbows. “Are you going to touch me?” That’s all the invitation I need. I crawl over her sweet body, leaving little nibbles on her silky sweet-smelling skin. My bear grumbles and stretches under my skin, complaining about my slow pace. I ignore the fucker while devouring her sweet mouth. My cock brushes against her soft stomach, causing my hold on my control to splinter.
I kiss my way down her luscious chest before running my tongue along the delicate skin surrounding her berry-red nipple.
Mabel arches her back and digs her sharp fingernails into my shoulder. I give the other tit the same treatment before kissing my way down her sweet body. After dropping to my knees on the side of the bed and sliding her legs open, I run a finger through the wetness dripping from her core and bring it to my lips for a taste. Not satisfied with the little sample, I slip my tongue into her tight opening and drink from the source. Mabel writhes on the bed and tugs on my head, pulling me closer. I ignore her impatience and take my time enjoying my little snack.