Ryker grinned, pressed one more sweet, open-mouthed kiss on her soft lips then rolled off, both groaning at the feel of his still semi-hard cock slipping from her body. He couldn't wait for the day that he and his bear claimed her as their own. He longed for the day his claiming bite marred the side of her neck, advertising to the world at large that this woman was his and Bastian's and nothing in the world would, or could, ever change that.
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Hannah took a deep breath, amazed by what had just happened. But even more so by the fact that despite the powerful orgasm she'd just experienced, she was still hungry for more.
"Hannah," Bastian asked from the other side of the bed, in a tight voice. "You're not too tired, are you, baby?"
Hannah turned to look over at him and smiled. Out of the two of them, Bastian was her sweet and charming bear. If this relationship went further than this, she envisaged him having to step in between Ryker and her on a regular basis.
"Hmm." Hannah sighed, arching her back slightly, and enjoyed the sharp inhale of appreciation Bastian gave at the move. "I'm guessing that if I say I am tired, and I want nothing more than to drift off to sleep, then you would be okay with that, right?" She felt the bed shift from behind her and knew that Ryker had slipped off the bed.
"Yeah, I would. Of course, I would." Bastian winced. “I would also have the worst case of blue balls ever seen after that hot as hell display, but I’ll live.”
Ryker suddenly appeared between her legs with a warm cloth, and she moaned at the feel of a warm, wet cloth sliding over her pussy. Hannah should have felt a modicum of embarrassment, but that couldn’t have been further from the truth. The feel of the soft material sliding against her sensitive skin had bursts of pleasure sparking within her.
Ryker laughed softly. “I don’t think our mate is tired at all, brother.”
Hannah rolled toward where Bastian sat with his back against the headboard of the bed and began to crawl in his direction. She bit her bottom lip as her gaze fell on Bastian’s right hand as it stroked his cock from tip to root.
“I think you might be right,” Bastian murmured.
As soon as she reached him, she straddled his hips. Bastian had to let go so he could accommodate her position on his lap, and that was the perfect opportunity for her to reach down and take him in her own hand. Hannah reveled in his groan of appreciation as she ran her hand in a firm grip up and down the solid length of him.
“Oh, he is most assuredly right,” Hannah said in a voice so filled with smoke and sin, she hardly recognized it as her own. “Tired is the last thing I’m feeling. Needy. Hot. Empty. Hell, any of those would work to describe how I’m feeling, but definitely not tired.” Pushing up on her knees, she shuffled a little closer to him. Placing the blunt head of his cock against her pussy, she exhaled as she moved down and let him sink slowly into her. As she descended she rotated her hips in tight circles, a move Bastian appreciated a lot if his growled curse was anything to go by.
As soon as she was settled in against his pelvis, Bastian reached out and gripped her hips. His hands were so broad that they covered a lot of her ass cheeks as he spread them wide and tugged her a little closer. Hannah moaned at the move as it rubbed her clit against his body, and those tiny sparks lit up again.
“Hey,” she whispered as she reached behind him to place her hands on the top of the headboard, wanting to ensure she didn’t smack him with her cast in the throes of passion.
“Hey,” Bastian said in return, his voice deeper than she’d ever heard it before.
“You ready?”
Bastian gave her a slow, wicked grin. “I’m ready for anything you got, baby.”
Hannah returned his grin with one of her own, and then she began to move. She used the headboard as leverage and began to lift and lower herself up and down over his cock. She made sure to add those swift, tight circles of her hips that he seemed to like and used her inner muscles to add another element to her movements when she was fully seated on him.
“Christ, baby.” Bastian groaned, his fingers tightening against her hips reflexively. “You feel so fuckinggoodon me. Take what you need, Hannah. Everything that I am is yours.”
Hannah loved the sound of that. She could feel her orgasm building within her, and the speed at which it was rushing toward her was frightening. Her rhythm faltered, and soon she was flicking her hips against Bastian in quick succession, slamming herself down over him. He cried out, and his hands began to help her move.
The tempo was too much for anyone to withstand for too long, and she felt herself hovering for a moment on the precipice before she flew into her orgasm, screaming Bastian’s name to the world at large. Vaguely she registered him roaring her name shortly after and felt the hot pulse within her that signaled he had reached his own release quickly after hers. She gave herself over to the waves of pleasure that slammed through her, shuddering and shaking above her lover.
Bastian pulled her close to his chest and groaned her name against the sensitive side of her neck. She wrapped her arms around him and held him tighter. Blackwater Falls had seemed like the place for a new beginning, a town where she would see her dreams realized. What she was starting to see was this town seemed to hold her happiness as well. And it came in the form of two bear shifters who had been stealing her heart little by little the more time she spent with them.
