My Bear to Heal (Cypress Valley Shifters #3)

16. Tyler

I can’t keep my hands off her. Dropping the damn stuffed bear on the porch, I barely get the door to my cabin open before we barrel inside, a tangle of lips and limbs.

Luckily, I had the foresight to ask Wren and Kiernan to keep Gertie overnight. The last thing I need right now is a tiny goat interrupting me from claiming Addie.

But this isn’t the time for my mind to wander. No, right now, my sole focus is on the vixen in front of me as she pants against my swollen lips.

She’s finally all mine.

Backing Addie against the door, my hands tremble as I pull her leather jacket off and give myself access to her slender neck and intoxicating chest. Warm to the touch, her skin flushes the most succulent shade of rosy pink, matching the scent wafting off her in thick waves— her arousal .

As it hits my nostrils, I groan. And, fuck, I still can’t believe this is really happening. Fate is finally going to let me have my mate.

I’ve been bricked up since she came so beautifully on my fingers earlier. I thought for sure she would push my hand away and scold me like a naughty schoolboy, but, damn, she didn’t. Her willingness to let me touch her in public is further proof she’s as lost to this all-consuming lust of our mate bond as I am.

Her creamy skin, flecked with the sexiest freckles, calls to me like a siren’s song, begging for me to taste and touch and devour. It’s like she’s on the same wavelength as me, tilting her head to the side, exposing all of her smooth skin for the taking.

I bury my face in her neck, sucking in a breath of her rich scent. It swirls in my lungs, fueling the fire of lust already burning in my veins. “You’re perfect,” I murmur, nuzzling closer.

She shivers under my touch and my praise, so I keep going. Kissing and sucking a path down her neck, I leave behind a trail of saliva and bruises. Marking her pale flesh as mine unleashes something feral inside of me. My bear groans in my ear, urging me to taste more.

Knot her.

Claim her .

Wrapping my hands around the backs of her plump thighs, my fingers dig in as I boost her up. She’s forced to wrap her legs around my waist. Her white sundress bunches around her hips, drawing my eyes to the fucking red lace covering between her thighs.

“Mmm, I think red might be my new favorite color, sweet rose. ”

She rolls her hips in answer, rubbing the red fabric against my jeans. I can’t take my eyes off where our bodies meet, separated only by a few layers of clothes. Wishing I could snap my fingers and the clothing would disappear, I push against her until her mouth falls open on a low moan.

“Are you gonna fuck me or what, hotshot?” she challenges, voice husky and sultry, zinging straight to my cock.

“Is that what you want? You want your mate to worship every inch of your beautiful body until you’re a sobbing mess? Until you’re begging me to give you my knot?”

She whimpers, rocking her hips harder against me. There’s a damp spot on the front of that fucking red lace from her earlier orgasm. Before my eyes, the wetness spreads, glistening under the low lights in my cabin.

Fuck, she’s wet for me. Needy and desperate, exactly how I want her.

“Please, Tyler. No more teasing. I can’t take another second.”

I chuckle at the desperation in her voice, but decide to put her out of her misery.

Hitching her legs higher on my waist, I hold her close and swing away from the door. She instantly wraps her arms around my neck. One hand removes the band holding my hair back as the other clutches the neck of my shirt.

“I like your hair down,” she purrs as I enter the bedroom. “I need something to hold on to while you eat my cunt.”

I freeze, dumbfounded for a second. Who knew my sweet rose had such a filthy mouth? I smirk, anticipation growing in my gut, hoping those plump lips of hers will spill more dirty commands for me .

“Pull as hard as you want, darlin’. I’ll be feasting on you until I’m good and done, not a second sooner. You understand?”

She nods as I set her on her feet at the foot of the bed. Wide gray eyes stare up at me, a blush trailing from her cheeks all the way down past the low neckline of her white dress. “Strip and get on the bed.”

She doesn’t argue, the command clear in my voice, toeing off her combat boots before peeling that innocent sundress over her head.

I’m fucking salivating.

I’ve been waiting years— fucking years —to see the luscious curves my mate has been hiding under her clothes.

And she’s magnificent. Full breasts bounce free, nipples pebbling under my gaze. I can’t wait to play with those later. Maybe I can get her to come from only twisting and pinching them with my fingers.

My eyes follow her hand as it slides down the valley between her tits, over her rounded stomach, and to the wide set of her hip.

Slender fingers slip into the waistband of her red thong.

“Stop,” I command.

She freezes.

“Leave it on.” I lock eyes with her, letting my bear come to the surface.

The delicate muscles of her throat constrict with a swallow before she climbs onto the king-sized bed. Coincidentally, much of my room is decorated in reds and grays. A subconscious nod to years of pining for Addie .

As she lays back against the gray sheets, the moonlight streaming through the window casts a gentle glow, making her skin appear paler—almost translucent.

A fiery halo of copper curls surrounds her beautiful face. Storm-cloud gray eyes swirl with lust, bringing out the hint of gold flecked in her irises.

I trail my gaze over her naked flesh, a constellation of freckles pulling my eyes down her ample chest to her slim waist; they come to a stop on the small scrap of lace covering her pussy. I lick my lips in anticipation of what’s to come. Saliva pools on my tongue at the mere thought of the sweet nectar waiting for me.

Pressing up on her elbows, she gives me an assessing look, one corner of her mouth pulling into a smug grin. “Your turn, hotshot. Strip for me.”

I chuckle. Cute, she thinks she’s in charge. “Oh, sweet rose. Remember what I said?”

Her brows scrunch together, and she shakes her head.

“Let me remind you, darlin’.” Stepping to the end of the bed, I run a finger up the inside of her calf. Goosebumps lift on her flesh, following my touch. She’s so responsive to me and it’s driving me wild. “I’ll be feasting on you until I say I’m done. Then, and only then, will I fuck you.” My voice drops with each word until I’m practically growling.

Finally getting the picture, Addie lays back and spreads her thighs for me. Good girl.

Straightening, I reach a hand behind me and grip the fabric of my shirt, pulling it over my head in one quick motion .

My flesh burns under her intense gaze, like she’s cataloging every inch of tattoo, muscle, and tan skin. Standing taller, I let Addie look her fill. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” she breathes. I puff my chest out, preening under her compliment. “Let me touch you.”

I crawl over her until she’s caged under me, my hands coming to rest on either side of her head. “Later. It’s my turn now.”

She pouts, and it’s the cutest damn thing. Her bottom lip protruding as she tries to glare at me, but there’s a glow to her eyes, like she’s lit from within.

“Don’t worry,” I reassure her. “You can touch me as much as you want once I get a taste of your pretty cunt.”

I chuckle as she fists her hands at her sides. Then, it’s on . I work a trail of kisses down her chest until I get to one pebbled nipple. Rosy and pink, just like her lips. The surrounding skin is flushed the same beautiful red as her cheeks.

Moaning, I swirl my tongue around the peaked rosebud before sucking it between my lips. She instantly arches her back off the bed, one hand threading through the roots of my dark hair. I bite down, only slightly, gauging how rough she likes it.

When an answering groan hits my ears and she pulls my head closer, I bite a little harder. “Yes, Ty.” My name on her lips is like the sweetest music to my ears. A song I want on repeat for the rest of eternity.

Not wanting her other breast to feel left out, I release her nipple with a pop and kiss my way to the other one.

At this point, both of Addie’s hands are gripped in my hair, holding me to her as tight as possible, like she’s trying to suffocate me on her flesh. Not a bad way to die, but I’m not going six-feet under until I get a taste of the heaven between her thighs.

Making my way down her body, I leave bite marks and bruises in my wake until I reach the waistband of her red panties.

“Are you attached to these?” I ask, arching a dark brow at her.

She splutters. “W-what—”

Before she can finish her sentence, I grip the lace at both sides of her hips and tug until the fabric gives way, ripping it to shreds.

“Tyler!” she shrieks, but I’m too busy staring at my holy grail. A small thatch of hair sits in a neat triangle above her lips. The flesh glistens with her arousal. As I take a deep inhale, her musky, sweet scent fills my nostrils. I flare them wide, trying to get another hit of my new favorite drug. My bear whines, greedily lapping up her scent.

“Fuck, knew you’d have the prettiest pussy, sweet rose.” I stroke a finger between her lips, smearing her juices around.

Twisting my wrist, I push my finger inside her opening. She moans, legs spreading wider as she bucks her hips. “So wet. So warm.”

“Please, Tyler. I need to come. You’ve been teasing me all night,” she whines.

I chuckle, my finger still gently thrusting in and out of her. “The Ferris wheel wasn’t enough for you, greedy girl?”

She shakes her head, hands curling into the sheets like she’s trying to restrain herself from pushing my face into her drenched cunt.

“Alright, darlin’. You’ve been a good girl. I’ll give you what you want.” I lean down and place a gentle kiss on her mound. Using the tip of my tongue, I trace a path around her clit. The little bundle of nerves is swollen and glistening, practically pulsating with her need.

Pulling my finger out, I replace it with two and curl them inside her, trying to reach that magic spot.

“Fuck, Tyler. Right there,” she chants. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, small whimpers and moans spilling from her lips.

“You close?” I don’t stop curling my fingers inside her as I wait for her response.

“Yes. Don’t stop. Suck my clit. Please.” Her voice breaks on a pained moan that hits me straight in the balls. Rolling my hips into the bed, I try to relieve some of the ache in my cock as it fights against the confines of my zipper. Not yet, buddy. She comes first, always.

Wrapping my lips around her clit, I flick it with my tongue before sucking. Her hands tug at my hair and her thighs slam tight against my head. That’s the spot.

Alternating between sucking and flicking her clit, I continue to curl my fingers against her G-spot, increasing the tempo as her moans crescendo.

Suddenly, her back arches at an almost painful angle and her body locks up tight, pussy gripping my fingers.

A gush of wetness coats my fingers and tongue, the best thing I’ve ever fucking tasted.

I pull back, giving her a minute to come down from her orgasm. She sinks into the mattress as I gently uncurl her fingers and remove them from my hair. My scalp tingles slightly from how hard she pulled on the roots of my long hair, but it’s the type of pain I want more of .

I lean to the side and place a gentle kiss on the bear tattooed on her outer thigh.

Crawling up her body once more, I peer down at my mate so I can memorize the blissed-out expression on her face. Her eyes are closed, lashes resting gently against her flushed cheeks. Sweat glistens on her skin. A serene smile pulling at her lips. “Fucking beautiful,” I murmur.

Her eyes flutter open at my voice. Dark pupils blot out almost all of her gray irises. Fuck, she’s majorly turned on.

She pulls me in for a heated kiss, her tongue immediately pushing into my mouth, chasing a taste of herself. “Mmm,” she moans against my lips. “You owe me a new pair of underwear.”

I laugh, the sound more free than it has been in years. All because of this sweet girl beneath me. “I’ll buy you a new pair, mate.”

“You better,” she says as her hands snake between us and pull at my belt.

“Eager for my cock, Addie?”

“You know I am. I’ve been lusting after you for years.” She slaps a hand over her mouth, cheeks flushing darker.

“I have been, too,” I reassure. Straightening onto my knees, my hands come to my belt as I stare down at her. “In fact—” I begin, unbuckling my belt and unbuttoning my pants “—I can’t wait to fuck you, pretty girl. Stretch you and stuff you until your little pink pussy is dripping with my come.”