She screamed as she flew apart. Her pussy clamped hard, strangling my dick. I worked her clit with two fingers as I fucked her through it.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, thrashing beneath me. I didn’t let up as I chased my own release. My balls drew up tight. I pistoned my hips, pounding into her.
“Charlotte,” I gritted out, the last threads of my control snapping. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”
“Yes,” she pleaded, eyes glassy and unfocused. “Please, Beck. I need it.” Her pussy clamped hard, milking my dick.
That was all it took.
White covered my vision as pleasure burst in my mind. I shouted as I flooded the condom in sharp, uncoordinated thrusts. My bear added its triumphant roar, the sound ringing in my ears. The only thing that would have made it better was spurting into her womb. Filling her up and then putting her on her knees with her ass thrust high so I could watch my seed drizzle from her cunt.
Soon, I told my bear. Soon, I’d have no barriers between Charlotte and me. I’d stash her in my bed and breed her until myscent became part of hers. And I’d do whatever it took to make her happy.
If she chose me. If she stayed.
My muscles trembled as I shuddered through the last of my release. Then I collapsed onto the mattress and tucked Charlotte against me. For a long moment, we lay tangled together, our breathing loud in the quiet room. When I was confident in my ability to stand, I left the bed and disposed of the condom.
Charlotte faced me on the pillows when I returned, that charming blush bright in her cheeks. “That was…”
“Perfect,” I said, pushing damp hair off her forehead. “You’re perfect.”
Her shy smile made my heart flip over. “I mean, who am I to argue with the alpha?”
I didn’t even try to fight my smile. “I like that attitude. Maybe you could talk to the other bears in the clan.”
She propped herself on one elbow, several strands of red hair slipping over a breast reddened from my beard—and my tongue. Her nipples were like cherries, the puckered tips bright red from my attention. Fuck, I wanted to give them more of it.
“I want to meet them,” she said, and I realized I was staring. Possibly drooling.
“Who?” I asked.
Charlotte gave me a patient, knowing look. “Your brothers. I’d like to talk to Everett about genetics and the science behind your species. Not to study you. I just want to understand you better.”
My heart did another flip. I slipped from bed again and fetched my phone from the jeans I’d left on the floor. A few texts later, I smiled at the sexy redhead watching me.
“Success?” she asked with a raised brow and a needy look brewing in her eyes.
“They’ll be here first thing in the morning.” Tossing the phone onto my rumpled jeans, I stalked to the bed and yanked back the blanket. “In the meantime, you can study me all you want.”
Chapter
Eleven
CHARLOTTE
The next morning dawned with clear skies and a bright yellow sun that continued melting the snow.
I sat at the kitchen table while Beck prepared breakfast with his usual combination of grace and skill. He’d showered but hadn’t shaved, and the hair on his jaw held more silver than usual. I made a mental note to ask if his beard grew faster than a regular human’s.
But right now, his body was the only thing on my mind.
The muscles in his arms flexed as he tipped a bowl of batter into a waffle iron. His fingers were long and elegant on the handle as he lowered the lid and set the timer.
Heat slid through me at the memory of his hands roaming my skin. A sweet ache bloomed between my thighs. Other aches lingered here and there, each one accompanied by wicked images. He’d made love to me twice more after our first time, once in the middle of the night when I’d rolled against him and he woke hard and ready, and again just before dawn.
That time, he’d been slow and tender, his fingers stroking lazy circles over my clit as he pushed my thighs wide and rocked into me.
The Beck manning the waffle iron now was nothing like the commanding, insatiable man who’d whispered filth in my ear as he took me apart. His starched flannel shirt was neatly tucked into his jeans. He’d rolled up his sleeves to cook, each side folded into precise cuffs.
