Oh, No! Danger in Churchill
Fiona woke slowly, warm and secure in Leif’s embrace. Her eyes fluttered open.
“Mine,” a husky voice whispered with satisfaction.
“Arve?” she asked, her mind foggy with confusion. “Where am I?”
“Mine.” He kissed her with a faint touch of lips that gradually deepened to something more carnal. The scruff on his chin and jawline scratched in a sexy way.
A protest grew at her lips, but it popped like a balloon under Arve’s ardent morning greeting. His hand—so much bigger than his brothers’—covered her breast, and despite her healthy cup size, not much spilled over his palm. His solid, muscular body melted into hers, pushing her into the mattress. His cock thrust against her belly, and after a few seconds, she decided answers could come later. His quiet insistence and decadent kisses seduced her into the idea of hot morning sex.
Arousal swept through her with the same forceful nature that came with Arve. Her pussy moistened and need surged to life as if she hadn’t had vigorous and satisfying sex with Leif the prior evening.
“Are you mine?” Arve rumbled, taking a second to raise his head and brush the tangle of hair from her face. His whiskey-brown eyes glowed and his bear peeked out at her with clear inquisitiveness.
His determination and her easy surrender made her realize how much the Swenson men had come to mean to her in a short time. Leaving them after this adventure would prove difficult.
“I’m yours,” she murmured. “And your brothers’ too.” Might as well fess up that she and the brothers had been having sexy fun together before Arve’s arrival.
“Good.” His wide mouth shaped into a gentle smile with not a hint of jealousy or anger or any other emotion except acceptance. In contrast to other men she’d known… Wow, just wow.
“I met your mother,” she said with no idea why she’d said it.
“She doesn’t like humans.” The longest sentence she’d heard from him since their first meeting.
“No. Kirk and Leif fought her.”
Arve nodded. “You are worth fighting for.” He smiled gently again and lowered his head to seal his proclamation with a kiss.
He parted her legs, arranging his big body so he lay between, his cock poised at her entrance. “Do you want this?” He shifted position, his shuffling abrading her nub.
A puff of air pushed from her. Her body gloried in the program, even if her mind found the situation a little wrong and a lot naughty. Santa Claus would knock her onto the naughty list for sure.
“Yes, so much,” she confessed, embracing her naughty girl persona without another blink.
Arve didn’t hesitate. He pushed into her and slid his meaty cock back out. The man—polar bear shifter—whatever, was big all over. His breadth stretched her to the point of discomfort, but his careful entry said a lot about the man. Determination and gentleman in one big package.
He filled her and eased back, her body accepting more of him with each thrust.
“Aw, Fiona. You make my bear happy. You make me happy. I knew something was missing,” he mumbled, retreating and surging into her again with one smooth motion. “Now I understand. Won’t last long. Not this first time. Will make it up to you.”
On his next stroke he filled her, and they both groaned at the perfection of the fit. He increased the speed of his thrusts, and Fiona clung to his broad shoulders. When Arve groaned, his big frame tensing, she slipped her hand between them to touch herself.
“No,” Arve barked the order. “I will do that. Give me a second.” He pulled back and sank balls deep, his muscular body trembling as he came in hard pulses.
She watched his face the entire time, the harsh countenance that would scare some women, then the slack pleasure that took over, transforming his features to teddy bear handsome. His eyes popped open to meet her gaze.
“Fiona,” he whispered reverently.
He stayed in position for long seconds before withdrawing from her, leaving an achy emptiness behind.
“Let me make you come too,” Arve rumbled.
He stroked her quivering thighs and eased away the burst of tension that had appeared once he’d finished and she hadn’t. He leaned closer to kiss her mound. He licked and sucked, his mouth a magical thing. Two thick fingers entered her and stroked internally, finding a spot that detonated her in seconds flat. With one final long, luscious lick, he lifted his head and offered her a playful grin. “I enjoyed that a lot. When can we do it again?”
Fiona grinned back, charmed by this gentle giant.
“Mine,” he said happily as he rearranged her body and settled in to sleep.
