My Bear to Heal (Cypress Valley Shifters #3)

17. Adelaide

M y jaw falls slack at his filthy words. He slowly lowers the zipper on his jeans before pushing the denim down his hips. I can’t look away as his cock springs free. Long and thick. Hard and ready. A line of precome drips from the tip.

Enamored by the sight of him, I pop up on to my elbows for a closer look as he wiggles out of his jeans, kneeling between my spread thighs, completely naked.

Whirls of gray and black ink coat his neck, chest, and arms. A few smaller tattoos sprinkle his hips and abdomen. But one in particular catches my eyes and I suck in a gasp as they lock on a small name tattooed on his hip in scrawling print. Adelaide Rose.

Skin erupting in tingles, I sit up fully, fingers pulled to the tattoo like it’s a magnet. “W-when did you get this?” My heart gallops against my ribs. The other day in the woods, I was so distracted by the first glimpse of his knot, I must have glossed right over the tattoo.

Tears blur my vision as I trace over the delicate script.

My name. Permanently etched onto his beautiful body .

His hand covers mine, pressing my fingers more firmly into the skin. Warmth radiates up through the tips of my fingers before feathering into the rest of my body.

“I got it the day we met. I knew from one look you were mine. That you’re my mate.”

My mate . Those words echo in my brain until they land in my heart, filling it to the brim.

“Tyler,” I whisper, pulling him down with me as I lay back against the pillows. He hovers over me, eyes darkened with lust, piercing through my skin and right into my soul. “We wasted too much time, but we’re here now. I’m yours now.”

“And I’m yours, my sweet rose,” he answers immediately.

“Fuck me, please. Take what’s yours.” I reach a hand down, circling his cock. Pumping the shaft a few times, I spread the precome along his length, down to his knot, until my hand glides smoothly.

He groans, forehead falling against mine as his eyes bore into mine. I line the tip of his cock up with my opening. Wrapping my legs around his hips, I pull him closer, forcing the thick head inside me.

A contented sigh slips out as my body stretches to accommodate him; it’s like I’m finally whole after all these years.

He moans. “Damn, darlin’. You feel better than I ever imagined.” His hot panting breaths puff across my lips as he slips further in. My teeth nip at his bottom lip, never breaking eye contact, as he works his shaft deeper and deeper into me.

Eventually, he bottoms out, the head of his cock rubbing a spot no one has ever touched before. He’s so big.

I’m dripping now, from my earlier orgasm and the fire in his emerald eyes. I never knew what it was like to be the object of someone’s desire until now. It’s like I’m the only one he sees. His mate. His sweet rose.

Simply his.

The spongy flesh of his knot rests against my opening, and I want nothing more than for him to push it inside. To stretch me even further than he is already. But I don’t want to rush him. I know his heart is fragile, so I’ll take what he’s willing to give me.

He places a gentle kiss on my parted lips before pulling back to look at me. “Are you okay?”

My inner muscles ripple around his cock as he gives a testing thrust. “Yes. Fuck me. Don’t be gentle. I can handle it.”

One corner of his lips twitch into a smirk. “Your mouth is gonna be the death of me. Fuck, you’re perfect.”

Suddenly, he straightens to his knees, taking my lower half with him. I’m forced to wrap my legs tighter around his hips while he grips the fleshy mounds of my ass, suspending me in the air. My back arches off the bed, hard nipples pointing toward the ceiling in offering.

“Look at you, darlin’. So fucking pretty for me.” He begins to thrust in and out, the wet squelching sounds of our combined arousal mingling with our soft moans to fill the room.

His hair hangs wildly around his shoulders. The natural waves more prominent in the moonlight. A rumbling growl emanates from his chest as he loses himself in my body. He’s feral and possessed… and I fucking love it.

“So damn tight for me,” he grunts, snapping his hips in short staccato bursts, his knot colliding with my opening but never going where I want it… inside me. Each time, he hits that magic spot inside me.

I moan in response, urging him to take me harder. My hands clasp over my breasts as they bounce with each piston of his hips.

Rough hands tighten on my hips, and a deep groan rumbles from his heaving chest. “Love the way your pussy takes my cock, darlin’. You love it, too, don’t you? You wanna be my little fuck toy, sweet rose?”

Holy fuck! No one has ever talked to me like this, but my body responds instantly. My inner walls clamp around his length in a death grip. His filthy words send a ripple of pleasure down my spine until my clit is pulsing in time with each of his harsh thrusts. A moan slips from my lips. I want him to degrade me and take what he wants. “Yes, Ty. Use me. Please. Give me more.”

Bracing one hand against the headboard, I slip two fingers from my free hand into my mouth. Slicking them with saliva before I trail the hand down to my clit and strum the engorged bundle of nerves like my life depends on it, chasing the high that’s just out of reach. “Fuck me harder, Ty. Please. I need it.” I’m not above begging at this point, too blissed-out on his cock.

“Yes, mate. You were made to take this cock. My sweet little rose. Take all of me.” He thrusts harder, deeper, hitting that perfect spot inside me. “Love watching you play with your pretty cunt. Such a good girl for me.”

All the while, my eyes are glued to the way his biceps flex as they hold my weight. The tattoos glistening with sweat. Veins popping on his hands and arms .

His emerald eyes are darker, molten pools, burning with feral lust as they lock onto where his cock slides in and out of my abused pussy at a punishing pace. I’ve never seen him so unhinged and possessed. “Fuck,” I moan, bringing both hands back to my chest, tugging at my nipples to relieve the ache. “I’m gonna come just looking at you.”

“Do it,” he commands in a deep growl. “Be my dirty little slut and come all over my cock, sweet rose.”

To emphasize his point, he slaps my clit… hard.

I jolt, not used to such rough treatment or degrading words, but my pussy has other ideas, locking up tight around his cock. A dark chuckle falls from his mouth. “Did you like that? Who knew Addie Rose liked to be used and abused? My beautiful little toy.”

Something between a moan and a sob tumbles out of my throat as he smacks my swollen clit again and again in quick succession.

“I want to come on your knot. Please,” I beg.

His hips stutter to a stop, cock twitching inside me. “Yeah? Are you sure? I don’t want to rush you.”

I shake my head. My clit buzzes as I teeter on the edge of my climax. I’m desperate for every inch of him to be inside me right now. “I’m sure, Tyler. We’re mates, so fuck me like I’m your mate.”

The air crackles between us, and the growl that comes from his chest is all the proof I need that his bear is close to the surface.

Hips slowly pressing forward, Tyler’s knot breaches my opening and stretches me. But the intense burn quickly vanishes, leaving overwhelming pleasure in its place. “Need you to come now, Addie. You feel too good. I’m not gonna last much longer.”

His fingers connect with my clit one final time before my entire body slingshots into euphoria. Fireworks flash across my eyes. Pleasure like I’ve never experienced before courses through my veins, lighting me up like the fucking Fourth of July. “Tyler!” I scream.

Somewhere in the distance, I hear his groans of ecstasy as he holds deep inside me, lifting my hips up higher to meet him. His cock pulses, his release coating my womb in splash after splash.

My vision flickers back to normal, and Tyler lowers my hips gently to the mattress. His cock is snug and safe inside me, thanks to his knot. “That was amazing,” I say on a contented sigh.

Dipping down to his elbows, Tyler places a scorching kiss on my lips. “You’re amazing, Addie. I wanted to give you my mark this time, but—I don’t know. I didn’t want to overwhelm you with knotting and biting.” He shakes his head, looking away from me.

I cup his cheek and bring those stunning green eyes back to me. “Hey, look at me, please. I’m not going anywhere. You can mark me whenever you’re ready.”

He nods, kissing me again as he murmurs, “Soon.”

When he pulls back, his knot must have deflated, because his cock slips free. Tyler’s gaze turns heated again when it lands between my legs.

Using his thick thumbs, he splays my pussy lips wide, pupils blown out as he watches his hot seed drip from me, no doubt enraptured by the sight before him. “Look at you, filthy girl. Leaking my come.”

Swiping two fingers through my folds, he coats them in his release before bringing them to my lips. I open willingly, feasting on his fingers. The salty tang coats my mouth, and I moan.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he praises, gaze locked on my lips as they suction around his fingers. “How do I taste?”

Popping his fingers free, I smirk. “Why don’t you taste for yourself?”

Taking him by surprise, I grip the back of his neck and slam our mouths together. My tongue invades his mouth, coating his taste buds with the lingering salty flavor. He groans against my lips, threading his fingers in my sex-rumpled hair to pull me tighter.

Without breaking the kiss, he rolls us to the side, tangling our legs together and pulling me close with a hand on the small of my back.

“That was perfect, my beautiful mate,” he says, finally pulling away. He strokes my cheek, so much adoration and, dare I say, love, shimmering in his bright eyes. The green is more vibrant than I’ve ever seen.

A gentle purr resonates from his chest, and I cuddle closer. “Your bear is happy?” I ask, nuzzling my nose against his solid pecs. I fill my lungs with his scent—leather and smoke, with a hint of his sweat. My favorite.

“Yeah, he’s happy. What about you, Addie? Are you happy?” His fingers stroke into my hair. I’m sure it’s a bird’s nest by now, but I don’t have the energy to care. Tyler fucked me into a state of bliss. Everything else can wait until tomorrow .

“So happy,” I murmur, my voice muffled against his heated flesh. Tilting my head back, I place a kiss against the rose tattooed on his neck. I can’t help but wonder if this one’s for me, too.