Bearly Taken (Cub Lake Shifters #2)

Chapter 7

seven

WREN

The kiss started out slow, but it morphed into something so much hotter and needier. His hands were on my breasts, on my ass, spreading my legs. Mine were in his hair, pulling his shirt off, moving over the thick, hard ridges of his abdomen.

“You smell amazing,” he murmured, dragging his mouth down my throat. “Taste fucking incredible, too.”

“Do I?”

“Mmhm.” He nipped at my throat, bringing my mind back to the night we’d shared and making my hips rock. “I’ve dreamed about having my mouth on you every night since you let me get you off.”

“You love that more than you should.”

“Don’t care.” He lifted my hips a little, and I gasped when his hand slid between my thighs.

He wasted no time, filling me with two of his fingers and rubbing my clit slowly.

My hips rocked desperately with the motion.

He sucked on my throat. “You always liked fucking my hand before you took my cock.”

“I always liked everything with you.”

He chuckled. “Remember that time I tied you to the bed and ate you out all night?”

“I’ve never had so many orgasms in my life,” I panted, moving with his hand.

“We can beat it.”

“Can we?” My eyes were dilated, my words coming out breathy as I neared the edge of my pleasure.

“Fuck, yes.”

“You’d have to—ohhh, shit,” I moaned, as he rubbed my clit harder, nearly getting me off just like that.

He curled his fingers inside me, and I was a goner.

I swore as the climax stole through me, rolling from my head to my toes and making me feel like I was on a damn cloud.

My breaths came out hard as I came down from the high, his fingers still working me roughly. The bastard never gave me a break after I came—and he’d trained me to love that.

“Did you picture me when you used your vibrator while we were apart?” he asked. His fingers pressed a little harder against that sensitive spot inside me while he worked my clit with his thumb.

“Of course I did. You ruined me for everyone else.”

His responding growl was pure, carnal satisfaction. “Tell me your favorite fantasy.”

“I always imagined you walking into the bookstore,” I said, moving my hips with his hand. “Like we had never been apart. You’d walk in, and make eye contact with me, and I’d know exactly what you wanted. I’d slip away from the register, and you’d meet me in the break room. As soon as the door was closed, you’d have me bent over the table, and you’d drive into me so hard I’d forget how to breathe. You’d strip me while you fucked me, and whisper dirty things into my ear until I lost it.”

“Damn, I like that. My favorite mental image was you waiting on my bed for me when I got home,” he said. “Completely naked, and touching yourself just to piss me off. I’d eat you out, and we’d screw like animals.”

I laughed breathlessly. “We’ve literally done that before. More than once.”

“I know. Those are some of my favorite memories. They’re defeated only by the way you smile at me when you wake up in my arms, and the way I get to watch you with Parker.”

“You’re a good dad,” I said, and his face reddened a little.

“I’m trying to be.”

“You’re succeeding. And as much as I’d love to talk about this, I need you to fuck me. Right now. With a hell of a lot more than your hand.”

Reed chuckled, his voice full of rumbly satisfaction that I loved. “Yes ma’am.”

He stood up, lifting me with him and leaving his fingers inside me as he carried me to the bed. Rather than being wild and passionate, like he usually was with me, he set me down lightly on the mattress. After draping my ass over the ledge, he opened my thighs and pushed his shorts down.

His cock sprang free, and I nearly groaned.

I’d missed him.

Badly.

He dragged his hand down the length of his cock with one hand, and pulled a condom out of his pocket with the other.

It didn’t surprise me in the slightest that he’d had one ready.

Considering what happened the last time we got busy without one, it seemed like a safe thing to carry around.

I watched him roll it on before he parted my legs more, then lined himself up with my entrance.

“It’s been a while. I’ll take you slow,” he said. “Give you time to adjust. I?—”

I hooked my legs around his hips and yanked him closer, taking his thick cock inside me in one rough motion.

“You want it fast, Beautiful?” He opened my legs wider as he drove into me all the way, making me gasp with the way he filled me. “How does that feel?”

“Perfect,” I moaned.

He growled in satisfaction, pulling out and driving into me again.

Harder.

Faster.

While he worked my clit with his thumb.

“We’re coming together, soon,” he warned. “I want to feel you tighten around me when we do.”

He fucked me again, and again, dragging me to the edge—then pushing me right over.

I cried out loudly as I lost control, giving him what he wanted as he snarled his release along with me. We were both panting as he lifted me further onto the bed, lowering his chest to mine as our feet tangled.

He kissed me, hard. “You’re fucking perfect.”

“So are you.”

And there wasn’t anywhere else I wanted to be.