Chapter 10 #2
“I want you,” I interrupted, cupping her face in my hands.
“I would want you even if you weren’t compatible.
Even if we could never have children. Even if being with you meant breaking every rule I’ve sworn to uphold.
I want you even though society says I shouldn’t.
You’re not my mate because of biology, Charlotte.
You’re my mate because my soul recognized yours. ”
Tears swam in her eyes. “That was a really good answer,” she said in a shaky voice.
“It’s the truth.”
Her pupils dilated, and the scent of her arousal filled the air between us.
“I want you,” I said, my voice like gravel. “In every way. Right fucking now.”
She sucked in a breath. The heady fragrance of her desire thickened.
“Then have me,” she rasped.
The last of my reservations turned to ash.
I swept her into my arms and carried her through the house, taking the stairs two at a time. She clung to my neck, her breath warm against my throat as I kicked open the door to my bedroom.
The space was simple. I’d never seen a reason to decorate beyond the essentials.
But my bed was custom-made by craftsmen in Anchorage who built furniture for people my size.
The frame was oversize and sturdy, the posts the size of small tree trunks.
An equally oversized chair sat beneath the window, and a thick, forest-green comforter spread over the bed.
Handmade bookshelves rose to the ceiling.
I didn’t see any of it as I settled Charlotte on the bed.
No, I only saw her as I stepped back and drank in her flushed cheeks and red hair.
Her perfect skin and pink lips. The way her breasts rose and fell, the swells thrusting against her shirt.
She sat with her weight braced on her palms behind her, and her eyes were like melted chocolate as she stared up at me.
“You’re beautiful,” I said.
Her lush lips curved. “So are you.”
My bear preened at that, pleased our mate found us attractive.
Her glasses had slipped slightly during the journey upstairs.
I reached down and removed them, folding them carefully before setting them on the nightstand.
When I turned back to Charlotte, she watched me with a rapt expression, her breasts rising and falling more rapidly.
Bending, I ran my hands up her thighs before grasping the hem of her sweater.
She shivered and then raised her arms, letting me pull it off and toss it away.
The sight of her pink, lacy bra put a groan in my throat.
Her breasts rose above the cups like creamy desserts, tiny golden freckles dotting her skin like the sun itself had fallen under her spell and decided to leave its mark.
Suddenly, I needed to leave mine. The growl in my throat broke free as I pushed her onto her back and stripped off her jeans. Her pink panties followed, and then she was gloriously nude before me, her sweet stomach going concave as she drew shuddering breaths.
A tiny patch of red curls perched above her pussy, which glistened with arousal.
Her clit thrust from between her plump folds.
I dragged my gaze up and found her watching me, her round tits heaving.
Slowly, she spread her legs, revealing her wet, pink center.
Her opening and her tiny, puckered asshole, which was just as pretty as her pussy.
Mine.
All of it fucking mine.
I grabbed her thighs and dragged her to the edge of the bed, her gasp floating above me as I went to my knees. Her scent filled my lungs, tuberoses and honey and woman clinging to the inside of my nose and throat.
“Beck,” she gasped, sliding a hand into my hair.
I pressed my lips to the inside of her knee and worked my way up, trailing kisses until I reached her pussy. I paused, meeting her stare across the length of her body. Her nipples were hard, pink points, the little peaks begging for attention.
“I’ve thought about this since the moment I met you,” I said, my lips hovering over her sodden entrance. “I think I dreamed of you, sweetheart. Maybe I dreamed you and made you real.”
Wonder filled her eyes. It seemed to take her a minute to find her voice. When she did, her tone was reverent. “How did you ever expect anyone to believe you were nothing but a backward mountain man?”
Heat blasted my nape. I didn’t have an answer for her.
Except, maybe I did.
“I’m yours,” I said simply. Then I buried my face in her pussy and sucked her clit into my mouth.
Her cry was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard as I swirled my tongue over the hard little bud.
Her taste filled my mouth, every draw giving me more of her honey.
Growls rumbled in my throat as I shoved my hands under her ass and lifted her to my mouth so I could taste more of it.
I fed from her, sucking her essence down my throat.
I was never going to get enough. But, damn, I could try.
“Beck…” she moaned, spearing her fingers through my hair.
She held on tight, tugging and pulling as she squirmed against my mouth, her breathless little gasps spurring my lust higher.
I lost track of how long I held her, my tongue thrusting and stroking.
Her honey spilled down my chin. My cock throbbed between my legs, and my nuts ached with need.
But she deserved more than a quick fuck on the edge of the bed.
I pulled away, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as I stood. The fire in her eyes matched the one burning in my gut as I yanked off my shirt and fumbled with the button of my jeans.
“Let me,” she said, scrambling to her knees.
I froze, spellbound at the sight of her naked and eager, her perfect breasts crowned with those tight, rosy nipples. She worked my jeans open and helped me shove them off. My cock sprang free, a thick bead of precome dangling from the tip.
“A very big bear,” Charlotte murmured, giving me a look hot enough to sear my skin off as she closed her hand around my shaft.
My cock jerked against her palm. Fifty years old, and I was seconds from coming like a teenage boy.
Her grip was firm but gentle as she stroked me from tip to root and back again, then swirled her thumb over my slit.
She worked the moisture back up my shaft, smearing my arousal over my length.
Seed filled my sack, which felt heavy enough to burst. Need coiled tight in the pit of my stomach.
I hissed through my teeth, clinging to my control by my fingertips.
“Charlotte,” I grated, “I need to be inside you. But I know I’m big.” I rested my forehead against hers. “I’d die before I hurt you.”
She shook her head, her fingers still wrapped around me. “You won’t hurt me.”
My control slipped a little more, the cliff’s edge crumbling under my fingers. “Have you…?” I swallowed, searching for the most delicate way to phrase my question. “Is this your first…?”
The look she gave me was a mix of amusement and exasperation. “I’m twenty-three, not sixteen. I’m not a virgin.”
Heat seared my face. “I didn’t mean to assume.”
“You’re very old-fashioned,” she said, but her tone was teasing. “It’s sweet, but I’m not some delicate flower you need to protect from yourself.”
“I still need to be careful with you.”
Something undeniably naughty glinted in her eyes. “Like I told you before, I’m tougher than I look.” She bent and took me into her mouth.
My mind blanked. Speech fled, reducing me to nothing but atoms of pleasure as the hot, wet heat of her mouth enveloped my cock. Her spine was a sleek, delicate curve as she worked at her task. My vision blurred, and I blinked hard, desperate to see everything.
Every inch of her.
“Mmm,” she moaned, her eyes sliding shut as she sucked me.
Her softly rounded ass looked good enough to eat.
Her tits were just as mouthwatering, the plump mounds swaying with her movements.
Her red hair streamed over one creamy shoulder as she slid her tongue over my shaft, her lips stretched wide around me.
“Ungh,” I grunted, tangling my fingers in her hair so I didn’t fall on my ass and embarrass myself. But, fuck, it was close, pleasure rocking me until I swayed.
Charlotte bobbed on my dick, sucking and licking while she continued pumping me.
The bed creaked softly, and the room filled with my harsh, panting breaths.
She lapped at the sensitive underside of my shaft before dabbling her tongue around my crown.
With another wicked look, she sucked at my slit, giving a moan of feminine satisfaction like she adored my taste.
“Beck?” she asked after a moment, slipping her free hand under my balls and gently squeezing the heavy globes.
“Yeah, baby,” I managed, palming her head and trying not to thrust down her throat.
She planted a soft kiss on my glistening shaft. “I’m not going to break. I want you to fuck me, and I don’t want you to be gentle.”
I had her on her back before she finished the sentence, my hips wedged between her thighs and a roar trembling in my throat. Her hair fanned around her head in thick, red ribbons.
“Stay like that,” I ordered, the magic that made me alpha thick in my voice. “Legs wide, Charlotte. Arms above your head.”
Her teeth made little indentations in her lip as she obeyed, stretching her arms high so they rested on the pillow.
She spread her thighs wider, her body lush and open.
Her clit swelled from its sheath, the tiny nub shiny from my mouth and her desire.
Her breasts trembled as she held position.
I didn’t take my eyes off her as I leaned over and grabbed a condom from my nightstand.
“Before you ask,” I said, ripping it open with my teeth. “I’ve never needed this. You’re the first woman I’ve brought to my bedroom.”
A blush stained her cheeks, which was adorable considering she was splayed on my bed like a sinful feast.
“Are you sure it’s not expired?” she asked.
“I checked yesterday,” I said, rolling the latex down my shaft. “I’m an optimist.”