“Uh-huh,” she moaned, the sound ragged and breathless.
“Tell me.” I nuzzled her neck, inhaling her scent as I curled my fingers inside her. I thrust gently, coaxing thick, wet sounds from her sticky pussy. “Tell me what I promised you.”
“That you wouldn’t stop until—” She broke off, her speech giving way to a moan as I kept up the pressure on her clit.
“Yes?” I urged.
A heavy pause, then she whispered, “Until I squirt for you.”
“That’s right, baby.” I pushed my fingers deeper. Then I pistoned them inside her. Fast and hard and relentless. I kept my wrist tight against her clit. Kept my other hand on her breast, my fingers twisting and rolling her nipple. Her pussy clenched. Her cries rose higher…higher.
“Yes!” she shrieked. “Oh, god, Beck, I’m?—”
Her pussy convulsed around my fingers, and she jerked as a hot gush of liquid soaked my hand and splashed her thighs, my wrist, the sheets beneath us. She cried out, and another stream jetted from her.
Pulling my fingers from her body, I seized her hips and entered her in a smooth thrust. Heat. Pressure. So wet. So perfect. She bowed her spine, her ass thrust high and her pussy stretched around my shaft like a pink, hungry mouth. Moisture drenched her thighs and ass.
I drove into her, a second orgasm already sweeping toward me. Fur rippled down my forearms. My skin bubbled as my bear tried to break its bonds. Clenching my jaw, I shoved it down and dug my fingers into Charlotte’s hips. My balls slapped her ass. Growls ripped from my throat and rattled the glass in the window frame.
“Mine,” I snarled, fucking her hard.
“Yours,” she sobbed, her cheek pressed to the bed as she took everything I had to give her. Sweat darkened the hair at her temples. She reached back and gripped my wrist. “Always yours.”
My orgasm slammed into me, stealing my breath and my thoughts and maybe my life.Doesn’t matter.Because what a fucking way to die.
But my heart pounded like a drum, and my hips did their thing, working without me as I was reduced to raw, primal sensation. Seed spurted from me. In some dim corner of my mind, I registered Charlotte going rigid as she came again. We plunged off the cliff together, our bodies and souls fused in a tumble of lust.
When awareness returned, I collapsed beside Charlotte and gathered her to my chest. Her body was slick with sweat, her hair a messy tangle over her shoulders. She’d never looked more beautiful.
She curled against me, one leg thrown over mine and her head tucked under my chin.
“I love you,” she whispered.
I captured her hand and brought it to my mouth, kissing her fingertips one by one. “I love you, too. So, so much, sweetheart.”
Her breathing deepened, then slipped into the rhythm of sleep. The dinner I’d cooked waited on the dresser, but I didn’t have the heart to wake her. So I held her close and savored the feel of her heart thumping against mine.
Reaching over, I switched off the bedside lamp.
Night had fallen outside, but the moon was full, and its silver light spilled into the bedroom. Charlotte’s eyelids were still slightly puffy from crying. An ache shot across my heart as I eased her away from me enough to press a gentle kiss to each swollen lid.
She’d given up everything for me. For my brothers and Bear Cove.
I’d make it up to her. I didn’t know anything about science or academia, but I’d figure it out. Somehow, someway, I’d give my mate the life she deserved.
A hush fell over the bedroom. The world narrowed to the bed and the woman in my arms.Mine.I’d lost all hope of everfinding her. But I had her now, and by some quirk of fate, she wanted me as much as I wanted her.
Closing my eyes, I followed her into sleep.
Chapter
Nineteen
CHARLOTTE
Iopened my eyes to a room bathed in silver moonlight.
Beck’s arm was a warm weight across my waist. His breathing was deep and even against my neck. Safe. I was safe.
