Holly’s Grizzly (Monster Relations Bureau #4)

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Irving

I feel the moment Holly starts slipping away from me. Lost somewhere in her own head, her muscles tense, her rhythm falters, and I pull back a little so I can see her better.

Even though there’s definitely still pleasure on her face, something in that tightened expression of hers looks almost… anxious. Like she’s reaching, grasping, trying to catch her climax before someone yanks it away. Unhappy with that, I still my hand and she groans in protest, chasing my fingers with her hips.

“Holly,” I say, and then repeat it when it doesn’t quite register the first time. “Look at me.”

Slowly, she does. Her eyes are glazed and unfocused, lips swollen and hanging open slightly, but all those little furrows of worry are still etched deep into her forehead. They get even deeper as she meets my gaze, and her eyes go big and round.

“Do you trust me to take care of you?”

“I—” she starts, frowning, and I hear her silent denial.

Wherever that fucking ex of hers—or whoever’s made her feel like her pleasure isn’t guaranteed when she trusts someone enough to let them touch her—is tonight, I hope he’s miserable. I hope he lives to regret ever treating Holly with anything less than reverence.

“Listen up, sweetheart,” I tell her, letting a bit of my grizzly’s growl slip into my voice and reveling in the way her body melts and her pupils blow wide at the rasped endearment. “If I don’t make you come at least twice tonight, then I’m not doing my job. Your pleasure is the only pleasure that matters here, and I’m going to take care of you and make sure you get what you need.”

Slowly, she nods. I stroke a hand down her bare back and she relaxes into the touch.

“Can you do that for me, Holly? Can you trust me to take care of you?”

“Yes,” she breathes, and it might just be the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.

I kiss her gently, easing back into things, ready to take it as slow as she needs me to, but it only takes a few short moments for her to come back to life beneath my touch. She grabs at my hair, plunges her tongue into my mouth, and a shudder rolls through her as I groan into the kiss.

Bracing a hand on the middle of her back, I pull her closer, keep her flush against me as I kiss her and kiss her and kiss her.

I could kiss her for the rest of my life.

The thought flicks briefly through my mind, but it’s chased away by the drag of Holly’s teeth against my lip and the urgent roll of her hips over the iron-hard bar of my dick.

Impatient, demanding, she doesn’t have to say a word for me to follow her silent order immediately.

With my other hand, I reach back down between our bodies and find the slick heat of her.

Fuck, she feels incredible.

Holly is eager and scorching against my fingers as I ease two inside of her, stretching her around them. I circle her clit with my thumb and find a rhythm she seems to enjoy, if the moans I’m devouring straight from her lips are any indication.

When I pull back to get a look at her face, all that earlier worry is gone.

It’s replaced by a deep flush on her cheeks, a wild abandon in the way she arches her back and lets out a breathless gasp when I find a particularly sensitive spot inside her. Her hands brace on my shoulders, nails scoring my skin, and I follow each snap of her hips with my hand, learning just how she likes to be touched.

It’s a primal thrill to watch her come apart. It’s my own personal challenge to see what makes her moan and what makes a needy little whimper lodge itself in the back of her throat, to test how much of me she can take as I slip a third finger inside her and press down hard on her clit with the heel of my palm.

And it’s a challenge I’ve absolutely won as she comes apart in my arms. A broken scream rips from her throat and her pussy clenches around my fingers. The flush on her cheeks stains her neck, her chest, all the way to the hard peaks of her nipples, and I’m not sure I’ve seen anything more beautiful.

Easing her through every wave of her climax, I pump my fingers gently in and out of her, avoiding the sensitive nub of her clit after she lets out a little squeak of protest when my thumb brushes up against it. Instead, I catch one of her taut pink nipples in my mouth, drawing slowly on it and swirling my tongue around its peak before switching to the other, lavishing them both with attention until Holly slumps in my embrace, boneless and sated.

“That’s one,” I say, barely recognizing the deep, husky satisfaction lowering my voice.

Holly lets out a grumbled, garbled reply that isn’t quite actual words, and I chuckle as I ease her off my lap.

She’s pliant and trusting in my arms, letting me lay her gently back against the couch cushions as I position myself on the floor. And when I take her behind both knees, lift her legs to rest on my shoulders, and use a firm grip on her thighs to tug her right to the edge of the sofa, she lets out another desperate, needy groan and tangles her fingers into my hair, tugging me down to her wet, glistening cunt.

My grizzly loses his godsdamn mind being so close to her.

Close enough to taste, to devour, to find out if she’s just as impossibly sweet and tangy as her mouth-watering scent suggests.

The first press of my mouth against her soaked core has Holly crying out again, the dip of my tongue just inside her pussy makes her hips buck up to chase the sensation, and it only takes a few heartbeats more for her to lose herself entirely.

I lose myself with her.

Some part of me can sense it’s just what Holly needs—a lover to be right by her side and just as engrossed in her pleasure as she is. Focused on nothing more than making her feel good—no expectations of reciprocity hanging over her head and no pressure to perform, nothing but all the focused attention in the world and enough patience to let her get there in her own time.

Two fingers in her cunt, lips wrapped around her clit, I stroke forward inside of her and her back arches up off the couch. I do it again, and she cries out, fingers tangling in my hair and tightening almost to the edge of pain, but I’m so far beyond caring right now that I barely even feel it.

“Irving,” she gasps. “God, that’s—just like—yes, fuck, keep doing that.”

I’m not sure what’s more gratifying—hearing Holly say my name in that breathy, lust-drenched voice, or having her ask for just what she wants with no hesitation and no restraint.

And I have absolutely no problem giving it to her.

Keeping my rhythm sure and steady, I give Holly all the time she needs to find her pleasure, and it’s another hit of heady gratification to feel her tightening around me a few minutes later.

Holly doesn’t hold back or hesitate or second guess herself as she falls over that edge. She tugs me closer, soaks my beard with her arousal as she presses herself into my eager mouth, and shatters on a breathless cry, waves of pleasure wracking her body before she slumps into the couch cushions.

I’m hard as a fucking rock beneath the flannel pajama pants I’m wearing, but I try my best to tuck my aching dick out of the way as I crawl up beside her and pull her into my arms.

In the flickering light and warmth from the fire, I make us both comfortable. I pull a blanket up and over us and wrap Holly into my embrace with the small trembling aftershocks of her orgasm still a palpable force between us.

When she settles against me, her heavy lids flick open and a wide, dreamy smile spreads across her lips. She seems like she’s half-asleep, or maybe still half-drunk with pleasure, and seeing her so relaxed, feeling her body so loose and trusting in my arms, tugs on all those same roaring instincts again.

To protect her. To make sure she’s always warm and sheltered and so entirely blissed-out.

To keep her.

That last thought should come as more of a surprise, but it settles over me with a realization that’s no surprise at all. Age-old and bone deep, it feels more right than anything in the world to hug her closer and run my lips over her forehead, letting out a soft chuckle when her face scrunches up at the tickle of my beard against her nose. It’s exactly where I was meant to be—right here with Holly.

Even if I know it can’t last.

I push that stark truth to the furthest corner of my mind that I can.

Sure, Holly is going to have to leave in a day or two, back to Seattle and her job and her friends and her whole life waiting for her, back to reality.

But just for tonight, this is reality.

The incredible woman in my arms and the taste of her still lingering on my lips. The crackle of the fire and the snow falling in heavy sheets outside.

There’s nothing in the world but this.