Chapter Twenty-One #3
“I felt you watching me. It scared me at first, but when I knew you were really a bear shifter, I wasn’t so scared anymore.
I knew you wouldn’t ever hurt me.” I closed my eyes briefly as he lifted my oversized T-shirt over my head.
My nipples puckered as he palmed the weight of my breasts in his hand.
God, the man knew how to touch me. Leaning forward, he drew my nipple into his mouth and lapped at it until a warm, tingling sensation zinged rhythmically down my stomach and toward the apex between my legs.
I spread my legs wider as he ran his hand down my side and gripped my hip.
Slowly, he moved to my other nipple and worked it with his tongue until it was an impossibly tight bud.
Sensation flooded me as he unbuttoned the clasp on his jeans and unsheathed his erection.
His shaft stood long and thick as he pressed his pants down.
I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth in anticipation.
In a graceful movement, he folded me into his arms and carried me into his bedroom. There, he set me gently on his bed and tugged my ankles until my backside reached the edge. Without a word, he lowered himself between my legs and kissed my sex. I gasped.
I should feel shame or discomfort, anything.
But right now, all I felt was the tingling sensation Caleb was causing by sucking on my sensitive spot.
His tongue plunged into me, and I gripped his hair as my body threatened to shatter to pieces.
My legs rested over his shoulders, and my toes curled with every lap of his tongue.
Just as I neared the edge, he eased back. The sound of a foil wrapper filled the room. Could I actually have an orgasm after he stopped touching me? Because right now, it was close.
“Caleb?” I breathed.
“I’m right here, baby,” he said, lowering his weight on top of me.
I parted my legs farther to allow him into the cradle of my hips. The tip of his erection pressed into me in a slow, shallow thrust, and I arched against him. “Please. I’m ready.”
His lips found the tripping pulse at my throat and he thrust into me again, a little deeper this time.
He was trying to be gentle for my first time, but I felt an acute desperation for more.
Rolling my hips against him, I let out the moan that had filled my throat.
He pressed in farther, filling and stretching me.
It hurt, but he’d done well to prepare me and make sure I was ready for him.
The pleasure outweighed the discomfort, and I rocked with him again.
As his arms flexed, I ran my hands up the strong curve of them. He seemed to be holding back so I said, “Look at me.”
Another shallow thrust, and he gritted his teeth, easing back. His eyes were the most alluring color. Golds and greens, fire and woods, and as he settled his gaze on me, he looked utterly helpless for a moment. “I can’t stop.”
Why would I want him too? “Good. Then don’t.”
With a feral growl, he pressed into me until I could feel his hips against mine.
I cried out at how good it felt when he pressed onto the sensitive nub nestled in my slick folds.
Tangling his hands with mine, his gaze never left me as he eased into me again, filling me until my insides pulled tight.
As I moved with him, he closed his eyes for a moment, and his lips fell to mine.
His mouth moved against me, and I opened to allow his tongue to brush mine in a delicious mimic of the penetration that had me straining for release.
The muscles in his arms shook as he gritted his teeth.
He turned away for a moment before returning his gaze to mine—a glimpse of the raw lust that he was trying so hard to control.
Someday, we’d buck and crash into each other and scream.
That much was promised in the barely controlled power Caleb held in check now, but for tonight, he was determined to make this first time comfortable for me.
He wouldn’t risk hurting me when I was so new and raw.
With the realization, I loved him even more.
His hips moved faster and faster until the pressure inside of me became too much. He froze just as I came, and his shaft swelled inside of me and began to pulse in rhythm to my own orgasm.
“Jesus, woman,” he rasped against my neck. His teeth grazed the tender skin there, and I held him tighter. “My animal…I feel different.”
“Good different or bad different?”
He pulled back, panting. The color of his eyes still blazed unnaturally, but a small smile crooked his sensual lips. “You feel like you’re mine now, Mira.”
I couldn’t help the grin that took my face. That was the best combination of words I’d ever heard. “I was always yours.”
“Yeah, but this feels…” His eyes had taken on a faraway look. “It feels really important. Like we’re linked or something now. You’re my woman.”
“No, Caleb. I’m your mate.” The word felt right.
I was more than his woman or his girlfriend.
Something life-altering and permanent had been happening to us since the day I found him bleeding on my land.
Tonight had sealed whatever fate we’d fallen into.
No more trying to set the other free, or trying to stay away from each other.
From here on, it wasn’t an option to be apart.
Everything in me knew it was true. Caleb disliked what he’d become.
He regretted the bear, but that animal side of him had given us something no normal couple could have.
He’d just bonded us.