“You’re not being a very good girl, Fern,” he growled against her neck.
“I want you in me,” she whined. “I’m not good at being quiet!”
He curled over her back, his hard length pressed between her cheeks, and his chest settled against her skin, hot and wet and comforting.
“Fine, we’ll compromise. You keep— you’re freezing.” Elliott’s whole demeanor changed. He dropped her hair, and sadly, her pussy, to spin her toward him and pull her in against his chest.
“You’re hogging the water.”
“You should’ve said.” Turning them so the warmth pummeled her back, she smiled into his pecs.
“I wasn’t allowed to talk.”
“When has that ever stopped you?” His broad fingers returned to her center, parting her deftly.
She laughed, sliding her hand between their bodies and wrapping hislength in her grasp. “I didn’t realize I was cold, but this is nice. I could even face the wall again, like a good girl.” She twisted her grip over his crown and he moaned.
“No.”
“No?” She squeezed him harder, in frustration, and he pinched her clit.
“We’re done here.” Reaching past her, he shut off the shower and smacked her playfully on the butt. “Out.”
Obeying, Fern hopped out and dried off.
Elliott joined her, naked and dripping. “Tell me, what’s a scene from one of your little sex books you’d like to recreate?”
It was her turn to laugh. “First of all, they’re romances—mostly. Second of all, we can’t recreate my favorites because there are always... more characters involved.” Fern began drying her arm.
Eyes wide, he blinked at her. “Is that something you—”
“No! Oh my god, no. I would’ve told you before mating with you forever.Geez.”
His relief flooded her chest and she laughed again, standing up on tiptoes to press a kiss to his mouth. He took the opportunity to steal her towel and dry her body himself. Kneeling before her, he looked up and asked, “Second favorite scenes, then?”
“Elliott! No. They usually have... creative anatomy. I’mnotdoing that.”
“Have you not already?” he murmured, circling one of the marks he’d left on her thigh with a soft touch.
“I’m not fucking your bear.”
A slow grin spread across his face, and she watched his canines descend. He must have been able to feel the rush of adrenaline and desire that filled her. It was overwhelming, bursting in little stars behind her eyes.
Hard and unyielding, he shifted his claws, just enough to scrape down the front of her thighs, then back up.
“Who do you think you are, the big bad wolf?” she teased, trying to hold on to some semblance of sanity.
Pressing firmly, the back of one hard, curved claw slid between herpussy lips, and she gasped, lost to him.
“No, Goldilocks, I’m Papa Bear.”
He dragged his claw upward, teasing over her clit. Then he flipped his hand, and the sharp point of his claw pressed against her like a dagger. Up and up and up, he circled her bellybutton and her nipples while his hot soft tongue dove into her center.
“You’re insane.” She moaned, dropping her head back and pushing her hips forward.
He pressed a quick kiss to her clit, before pulling away to admire her. “And look how wet it makes you. So ready for me.”
Words were slow to form on her tongue as he stood with his fangs still shifted and claws retracting safely away. He was so big, so commanding, so fucking sweet it made her chest sizzle and her heart palpitate. He was hers. Forever.
