His voice is gruff. “Aww, baby, you need this, don’t you? You want me to claim you, make you mine?”
“Yes, yes, please Bruin, make me yours,” I plead with him.
He pulls his finger from me, swiping through me one more time before fisting his cock and lining it up at my entrance. “Nothing. I don’t want anything between us, Penny. I’m going to take you bare, but I’m clean. I’ll always protect you. Do you trust me?”
I look into his eyes and I know he’s not just asking about fucking me bare. There’s so much more to it. He’s asking me… if I trust him. With my body, my life, my future.
Without blinking, without thinking twice, I nod my head at him, feet planted on the bed and pushing my hips up to meet his.
He pulls back. “Tell me, baby. Tell me you’re mine.”
He grabs on to my hips painfully and pulls me to him, his cock pressed against my sodden pussy. I breathe the words out heavily. “Yes, I’m yours. Only yours.”
He doesn’t even hesitate; he enters me slowly. I’m holding my breath, knowing that it’s going to hurt. “You okay?” he asks me.
He’s looking at me with so much concern, and dare I hope maybe love on his face, that I know he won’t do it. I know he won’t hurt me.
I push with my feet, lifting my ass off the bed and pushing him farther inside me. He slides easily in and I feel his large girth stretching me, filling me. I know exactly when he reaches my barrier because he freezes, his whole body contracting. I thrust my hips then, pushing him to breach my barrier, and he buries his dick deep inside me until I feel him in my womb. I can’t stop the scream that escapes my lips. His eyes are wide, alarmed, like he just realized what he did.
“I’m so sorry, fuck Penny, I’m sorry,” he begs.
I shake my head, already the pain subsiding and the pleasure, oh fuck, the pleasure is growing. “Fuck me, Bruin. Fuck me like you want to, like I’m yours.”
His body trembles at my words and on reflex, he starts thrusting in and out of me. I meet him, thrust for thrust and with every thrust he reminds me. “You.” Thrust. “Are.” Thrust. “Mine.”
As if I need reminding, because what he’s doing to my body there’s no way I can forget. His hands goes between us and he opens my lips, pressing his thumb right on my puffy clit. On contact, I can feel myself creaming and he moans, “Oh, hot, you’re so hot.”
I wrap my legs around him, pulling him deeper inside me, and my core clamps down on him, sucking him in, holding on to him until I’m climaxing my release and milking him as he fills me up with his hot spurts of cum. He paints my insides and I grunt and moan underneath him.
When my arms, legs, heck my whole body starts trembling, I have no control over it. I let my legs and arms drop to the bed. He’s looking at me and the smile on his face is contagious. Even though I’m exhausted, I smile back. Still inside me, he leans down, kissing me, and I can feel his cock stirring inside of me.
“Again?” I ask him readily.
He shakes his head, pulling slowly out of me. “I’ll hurt you, honey, and I don’t ever want to do that. I’ll let you heal a bit.”
I bite my lip, because we both know that bear shifters heal extremely fast. Any pain or discomfort from this will be gone in no time. I run my finger across his chest. “So in thirty minutes I can have you again?”
He laughs, a big belly laugh. “Yeah, honey, you can have me whenever you want.”
The rest of the night is spent with us learning each other’s bodies in a triathlon of sex. I started the night innocent; no man had ever seen me naked or touched me. And now, well, now, Bruin has seen every part of me, loved every part of me, and taken everything I was willing to give. I fall asleep wrapped in his arms, right before the sun starts to rise.
Hours later, I wake up, stretching my body and reaching for him, but he’s gone.
I sit up and call his name, but he doesn’t answer. The house is so quiet, I know he’s gone. It’s almost eerie how quiet it is. I walk through the house and a thought fills my head - no one is watching me. Not Bruin, not Ronan, not Bree, there are no other shifters around. If I run right now, I could make it. I could be free and escape the Eaters forever.
I run back to my room and get dressed, packing a few things into a bag and head for the door when it hits me… I can’t leave. I love Bruin and I know it is more than just sex what we have together. He’s become a part of my life… I’m bonded to him and I’m almost sure he is my mate. My father used to tell me about fated mates, but I’ve never seen it, never experienced it, until now.