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“Tell me what you want and it’s yours.” The way he said those words, whispered roughly against my lips, had my inner pussy muscles clenching almost painfully.

It was like my body was cursing me for not stripping down and spreading my legs for him, letting him shove what I knew was a huge cock into me. God, he felt so thick and long against my belly, the denim of his jeans and the layers of my clothing doing nothing to hide how massive he really was.

I pulled away and looked up into his face. God, this man was so brutally handsome that it had my breath catching. For a suspended moment I said nothing, didn’t know if I could be this bold, this brazen. But my body and mind were fighting a war right now, and common sense, logical reasoning, was not winning out over my need to be claimed.

“Take me to your house.” I swallowed. “Claim me.”

Chapter Five

Bethany

We found ourselves back in his cabin, one tucked away in the woods. It was ethereal, wild, and made my arousal climb, if that was possible.

The sight of him, the way he looked at me, was full of desire, extreme need, and possession. And it was all aimed right at me. He wanted me, this big and strong, territorial bear shifter wanted me, needed to claim me, mark me. I knew that as well as I knew I was wet for him, desired him like I’d never desired anyone or anything else in my life.

The scent of him came to me like a warm, arousing blanket, and I breathed out roughly. He watched me like the primal, savage beast that lurked within him. He was close, so close that I felt his heat slam into me.

“The bed, mate. Go to the bed so I can claim you.”

I edged toward the bed, not knowing how this would play out, but knowing I wanted this more than I had ever wanted anything in my life.

The sexual tension that moved between us burned me alive. I felt the edge of the bed hit the back of my knees and I slowly sank down to the mattress, the scent of him filling my head. He stalked forward, his gaze trained right on me. When he growled again, the sound speared right to my clit.

God, right now the air that surrounded us was so primitive, so electrified. The blood rushed through my veins, endorphins and adrenaline making my heart pound faster, harder. He was in front of me seconds later, his body so big, growing bigger by the second because his bear was right there at the surface, right there and ready to claim me.

I felt this energy move through me and found myself standing, the space between us so thick.

Run. Make him catch me. Make this good.

Those words played in my head like a broken record.

He wanted to chase me, to have a hunt, to chase after his mate. I felt it as if it were coming from me, as if this wasn’t just his bear calling the shots.

I ducked to the side and started running through the cabin, feeling the adrenaline pumping through my veins so fast I felt lightheaded. The growl that came from behind me had my hands shaking and my lips turning up into a grin of excitement.

Before I got more than twenty feet, not like I’d know where I was going anyway, he slammed into me from behind, twisted us, and used his body to cushion me as we crashed to the floor. I was on top of him now, my legs spread over his narrow hips.

“Mate,” he grunted and lifted his hips up, causing his huge, hard cock to press against my thighs. I gasped at the feeling, grew wetter because of this virile man underneath me.

And then he moved so I was the one underneath him.

“Bethany,” he said low, rough. “Mine.”

He pressed more of his weight against me. Zakari leaned in close so his mouth was right next to mine, just an inch away.

“Tell me what you need,” he whispered.

“You,” was my only reply. I lifted my hands and speared my fingers into his hair, pulling him closer as we kissed, so his lips were now pressed against mine and I tasted the intoxicating flavor of my mate.

Zakari pressed his hard body against mine and a soft cry left me. I wanted us both naked, wanted to feel the thick steel rod between his legs pressed right up against my pussy. He ground himself against me, and a deep groan left him.

“All mine.” He thrust himself against me, back and forth, his denim-clad cock rubbing along my pussy. I needed our clothes off. He pulled back, his mouth slightly parted. I saw his teeth, his canines slightly elongated, his bear right there underneath the surface of his human self.

His hands were by my head, his nails, now claws, digging lightly into the hardwood floor, the noise loud, deafening.

“I’m trying to be gentle, to control myself with you—”

“Don’t,” I said, cutting him off.


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