Chapter 5 #2
Suddenly, the world shifts, and I realize the bear has scooped me up in his arms, drawing me into his lap.
With an assured palm on my ass, Mahon lifts and tilts me until I’m able to settle my knees on either side of his hips, pressing into the soft blanket.
The heat from his thighs soaks into the scales on my legs, and I allow him to arrange my arms around his neck.
“Is this good for you?” he asks once we’re still, facing each other.
On top of him like this, I’m simultaneously in control and surrounded. My normally thin lips now feel plump, eager for his mouth. My wings quiver in anticipation.
“Yes. I’m good.” To prove it, I cross the scant distance between us, taking what he offers.
Mahon is hot as sunshine and just as soothing. Just as dangerous. Because as I move my mouth over his plush one, I sense the cells in my body begging to connect with his. Threatening to wither if ever removed from his presence, like a plant pulled from daylight and shut up in a basement.
Will I be the same after this?
Mahon parts his lips on a deep breath, allowing me to delve into him. I flick my tongue along his, tasting watermelon and sugar and the darker flavor of man. The combination is so good that I suck, reveling in the moan I draw from him.
Weight on my back. Hands pressing against my hard scales, drawing upward until the searching touch meets the joints of my wings. I gasp into the kiss, unfamiliar with contact on that part of my body. Even I have a hard time reaching the place on my shoulder blades where my wings extend.
“Good?” Mahon asks with his lips moving against mine.
“Amazing,” I respond before dragging my tongue along his.
My reward comes as fingers massage into the neglected area. As if he found a hidden button, my wings snap wide, and I’m glad we’re outside. No accidental destruction from them knocking knickknacks off shelves.
As he continues to knead my muscles, the press and release encourage a similar pattern in my hips. I rock, pushing my pelvis against his. When I comprehend exactly what’s happening, I force myself to stop and break away from the bear’s intoxicating mouth.
“Sorry,” I mutter.
“Use me,” Mahon growls, eyes half-lidded.
One of his hands drops to my butt, encouraging the rocking. A new hardness greets me, and I glance down to find the outline of his arousal pressing against his jeans.
“Are you sure?” My question lacks conviction as my hips sway forward again, and I watch where our bodies meet.
“I would be honored if you humped me.” His words are so solemn that it takes a moment for them to register.
Giggles bubble up just before I reclaim his mouth, plastering my chest against his. The whiskers of his beard tickle my more sensitive face scales, and I kiss my way across his cheek to explore the mass, nipping his jaw when I find the hard angle.
“Yes,” he grunts. “Bite me. Use me. I’m your bear.”
Why is that so hot?
His panted words crash through my body, exciting all my pleasure points. Through my shorts, I grind my clit against his pelvis and thank the gods this part of me chose skin instead of scales.
“Say it,” he growls the command. “Say that I’m your bear.” Both his hands are on my ass now, holding me against his erection.
The need in his voice feeds the erotic storm within me. Mahon wants me. Begging me to claim him. I have all the power.
Sliding my legs around his hips, I lock my ankles behind his lower back, pulling us even closer together.
My fingers work into his messy red locks, and I have enough control to make sure my claws don’t slice his scalp.
I make fists and draw his head back, putting the column of his neck on display, licking the strong pump of his pulse.
“You’re my bear,” I whisper against his skin.
“Satine. My Satine,” he moans, thrusting himself against me.
“I want to lap at your pussy lips until your wings flap so hard that you threaten to fly away.” One of his arms circles my back, locking me against him, while the other massive palm grips my thigh, soft cream against hard sapphire.
“By the gods, I’ll hold you to the ground and drive my tongue deep into your slick depths until you scream my name and the whole lake knows I’m your bear. Fuck yes. I’m your bear.”
“Oh—oh I—” The storm hits, and I discover that dirty talk does everything I need to bring on the most intense orgasm of my life. My wings flap, just as he predicted, and I wrap my pulsing, quivering limbs around Mahon, terrified of accidentally separating us and losing this intense pleasure.
“Your bear,” he groans into my neck. “Satine’s bear.” Then, his body jerks, and a strangled noise cuts off any more naughty words as he comes against me.
When our breathing levels out and I regain the ability to think over the demands of my vulva, something like panic tightens my muscles.
I force myself to relax enough that I can unwrap myself and slide my butt out of Mahon’s lap.
He lets me go, even as his rough fingers drag along my retreating scales.
When there’s a buffer of air between us, I risk meeting his eyes and come up against a sleepy, satisfied gaze. The shifter reaches over to the cooler, setting the mangled watermelon aside so he can open the lid.
“What just happened?” I ask. Is the question for me? For him? For the gods? I have no idea.
One moment, I was agreeing to a kiss. The next, I was claiming a shifter as mine and orgasming in his arms.
Didn’t I just officially meet this man a few days ago?
Mahon finds what he was looking for, coming up with a ziplock bag full of pastries—no doubt from his cousin’s café. He cracks the seal and plucks out a croissant and offers the flaky bread to me.
“You just rode a bear. Fun, huh?”