Bear Clan Complete Series Boxed Set

by Jenika Snow

  “Take me to your house.” I swallowed. “Claim me.”

  Chapter Five

  Bethany

  We found ourselves back in his cabin, one tucked away in the woods. It was ethereal, wild, and made my arousal climb, if that was possible.

  The sight of him, the way he looked at me, was full of desire, extreme need, and possession. And it was all aimed right at me. He wanted me, this big and strong, territorial bear shifter wanted me, needed to claim me, mark me. I knew that as well as I knew I was wet for him, desired him like I’d never desired anyone or anything else in my life.

  The scent of him came to me like a warm, arousing blanket, and I breathed out roughly. He watched me like the primal, savage beast that lurked within him. He was close, so close that I felt his heat slam into me.

  “The bed, mate. Go to the bed so I can claim you.”

  I edged toward the bed, not knowing how this would play out, but knowing I wanted this more than I had ever wanted anything in my life.

  The sexual tension that moved between us burned me alive. I felt the edge of the bed hit the back of my knees and I slowly sank down to the mattress, the scent of him filling my head. He stalked forward, his gaze trained right on me. When he growled again, the sound speared right to my clit.

  God, right now the air that surrounded us was so primitive, so electrified. The blood rushed through my veins, endorphins and adrenaline making my heart pound faster, harder. He was in front of me seconds later, his body so big, growing bigger by the second because his bear was right there at the surface, right there and ready to claim me.

  I felt this energy move through me and found myself standing, the space between us so thick.

  Run. Make him catch me. Make this good.

  Those words played in my head like a broken record.

  He wanted to chase me, to have a hunt, to chase after his mate. I felt it as if it were coming from me, as if this wasn’t just his bear calling the shots.

  I ducked to the side and started running through the cabin, feeling the adrenaline pumping through my veins so fast I felt lightheaded. The growl that came from behind me had my hands shaking and my lips turning up into a grin of excitement.

  Before I got more than twenty feet, not like I’d know where I was going anyway, he slammed into me from behind, twisted us, and used his body to cushion me as we crashed to the floor. I was on top of him now, my legs spread over his narrow hips.

  “Mate,” he grunted and lifted his hips up, causing his huge, hard cock to press against my thighs. I gasped at the feeling, grew wetter because of this virile man underneath me.

  And then he moved so I was the one underneath him.

  “Bethany,” he said low, rough. “Mine.”

  He pressed more of his weight against me. Zakari leaned in close so his mouth was right next to mine, just an inch away.

  “Tell me what you need,” he whispered.

  “You,” was my only reply. I lifted my hands and speared my fingers into his hair, pulling him closer as we kissed, so his lips were now pressed against mine and I tasted the intoxicating flavor of my mate.

  Zakari pressed his hard body against mine and a soft cry left me. I wanted us both naked, wanted to feel the thick steel rod between his legs pressed right up against my pussy. He ground himself against me, and a deep groan left him.

  “All mine.” He thrust himself against me, back and forth, his denim-clad cock rubbing along my pussy. I needed our clothes off. He pulled back, his mouth slightly parted. I saw his teeth, his canines slightly elongated, his bear right there underneath the surface of his human self.

  His hands were by my head, his nails, now claws, digging lightly into the hardwood floor, the noise loud, deafening.

  “I’m trying to be gentle, to control myself with you—”

  “Don’t,” I said, cutting him off.

  He stared at my mouth and then lowered his face again, so his lips brushed along mine. I lifted my head slightly, needing that pressure against my lips.

  “You are my mate and I am in control,” he said softly and pulled back an inch. “Right now, give yourself to me, give everything to me, Bethany.” He moved his head to the crook of my neck, ran the tip of his nose up the length of my throat, and inhaled deeply. “Yes, I need all of you.”

  “You have me,” I answered immediately.

  He slowly lifted his head and stared down at me. I couldn’t stop myself from staring at his mouth, wanting his lips back on mine.

  “Zakari. Please.” I clearly wasn’t above begging at this point.

  A satisfied sound left him. He ground his very hard erection into me again, and a small sound of desire left me, something I couldn’t have stopped even if I wanted to.

  I didn’t care that this was fast, intense, or that I knew how this night would end, that I’d be in his bed, under Zakari, his cock stretching me, filling me.

  He went back to sucking, licking at my throat, this gruff sound leaving him continuously. He was grinding himself against me, over and over again until I knew I could get off from this alone.

  “Yes,” he said low, needy.

  A shiver worked through me at the very knowledge that I was about to be claimed, fully mated by this grizzly bear.

  He pulled back and was off me in a matter of seconds. I still lay there, staring up at him as he started getting undressed. He took off his shirt first, showing me his chest covered in short dark hair. His pectoral muscles were defined, his abdomen ribbed with rolling hills.

  He still had his jeans on, but the very stiff, very defined erection lying across one of his thighs, pressed against the denim, had my mouth watering.

  “You see what you do to me?”

  I lifted my gaze from his crotch to stare into his face.

  “You see how fucking hard you make me?” I lowered my gaze back down just in time to see him grabbing himself, curling his fingers around the outline of his dick, moving his palm up and down the length.

  I couldn’t speak, so I nodded my answer, wanting nothing more than for him to tear the clothes from my body like a barbarian. “I—” Before I could finish my sentence, Zakari let out this low, deep sound and reached down to help me off the ground.

  I stood there for only a second before I saw the flash of Zakari’s bear move to the surface. In the next moment, he had my clothes off, the tattered remains being torn precisely, meticulously from my body. He had his hands on my hips, his nails claws, that needle-like pressure able to cut me in two, yet he held me so gently.

  And here I stood, naked, ready … willing.

  He lowered his gaze down my breasts, over my belly, and stopped at my pussy. I couldn’t breathe. He slowly lifted his gaze from between my legs and looked back to my face. His eyelids were so low that his irises looked like slivers of glowing blue between them. He reached out, cupped the mounds of my breasts in his large hands, and pulled my nipples between his thumb and forefingers.

  I cried out as pleasure slammed into me so powerfully my knees almost buckled.

  He pulled me in close, his hand tangled in my hair, and tilted my head back. Zakari devoured my mouth, pushed his tongue between the seam of my lips, and made me taste all of him. He had a hint of smoky maleness, a spicy cinnamon tang, and a prowess that had my knees weak.

  Just as I was about to beg again, he pulled away and had me in his arms. A gasp of surprise left me. He strode to the bedroom, kicked the door open with his foot, and had me on the mattress a second later.

  Right now, he was more animal than man.

  I was so ready for this. I anticipated how rough he’d be.

  “You’re mine.”

  Yeah, I was.

  There was no going back, no trying to pretend that I could actually leave this town, leave Zakari when this was all said and done.

  “Christ.” He stared right in my eyes. “I’m going to claim you so fucking hard.”

  “Yes,” I found myself saying.

  And then he slid his hands be
tween my thighs, pushed my legs open, and leaned in to devour me.

  Chapter Six

  Zakari

  Fuck. Bethany was the sweetest thing I’d ever tasted. I knew I would never get enough of her pussy. I licked and sucked at her pretty cunt at the same time I lifted my gaze up the length of her body to stare at her face. She had her head tossed back and her mouth open, her soft cry of ecstasy having my dick jerk in response.

  I pulled back after a second, forcing myself to do that even though I wanted to feast on her all fucking day. I used my thumbs to spread her pussy lips apart, stared at the gorgeous pink wetness that was displayed, and then I delved back in.

  “God,” she cried out and pulled at the sheets on either side of her as if they were an anchor.

  I dragged my tongue along the center of her soft, moist flesh. I wanted her to come undone for me, to explode against my mouth so I could swallow her sweet essence.

  She trembled beneath me, and I used my hand on her belly to keep her still for my ministrations. I started sucking on her clit with hard, forceful tugs. The little mewling sounds that came from her were almost my undoing. Shit, I could have gotten off against the mattress from this alone. God, eating her out, even though I fucking loved it, was taking some self-restraint. The truth was, I wanted to fuck my mate, to go primal and animalistic on her, to show her exactly how possessive a mated bear shifter was.

  “Please, Zakari.”

  “Please what, baby?” I continued to lick her pussy and suck her clit.

  “Please let me come.”

  I growled against her soaked flesh. Yeah, that’s what I wanted to fucking hear.

  I continued to lick and suck on her. Moving my hand between her thighs, I teased her opening with a finger before pushing the digit slowly inside. My heart was jackknifing in my chest and an involuntary groan left me at the way she undulated her hips against my face.

  She fucked herself on me, used my mouth as her tool to get off.

  And I fucking loved it.

  “Baby. Fuck. You’re tight.” I flattened my tongue, dragging it up her slit, and then back down again to her opening. I did this over and over, licking her like she was an ice cream cone melting in a hot July summer. I started thrusting my finger in and out of her. She was tight and hot, and so fucking wet that her cream coated my fingers and spilled down my hand. I honestly didn’t know if I’d fucking last. I was positive I’d come before I was balls deep in her if I kept this up. And when I came for the first time with my mate it wasn’t going to be blowing my load on the sheets like some damn teenager.

  But even if I should have stopped so I didn’t bust a nut and embarrass myself, I wanted her to come hard right here, right now. I wanted her to get off because I was the one making her feel good.

  I went back to sucking on her clit but kept my finger buried all the way inside of her tight little pussy. And then I felt her whole body tense as she orgasmed.

  “Zakari,” she cried out, arching her back, her breasts thrust out, her nipples hard and red, begging for my mouth.

  I didn’t stop, fuck, I couldn’t, not until she told me to, not until she pushed me away, her pussy too sensitive for my lips and tongue. The scent of her sweet pussy invaded my senses, made me drunk, had my bear so fucking hungry for more.

  “Zakari,” she begged, pushing at my shoulders.

  I relented and sat back on my haunches, looking down at her pussy, how her lips were spread slightly open, her pussy hole beckoning my cock, having the fucker grow harder, pre-cum slipping from the tip.

  Taking hold of my dick, I stroked myself from root to tip, a shiver racing up my spine at how fucking good that felt. I stared at her for long moments, my body so tight it was almost uncomfortable. “Do you want me, want this?” I watched her gaze dip to my cock. She watched as I stroked myself, pleasuring myself because of her.

  She didn’t answer, just kept watching me.

  “Answer your mate,” I growled out.

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “I can’t hear you, Bethany. Do you want my big cock?” She licked her lips, and I watched the act of her dragging her tongue along the swell of her bottom lip. It was slow and sensual, and made me feel primal. I wouldn’t last much longer, not with how heavy my balls felt, the amount of cum I had for her.

  Yeah, she wanted it.

  I wasn’t going to make my mate wait any longer.

  I inhaled deeply, smelling the one thing that could have me shift if I was a lesser male.

  Pure.

  Fresh.

  Fertile.

  I grinned, my canines pressed against my lower lip.

  I kept hold of the root of my dick as I ran the tip of my erection up and down her slick folds, and then pressed against the entrance of her pussy. She was so fucking hot, so damn ready for me.

  She was so primed.

  When I pushed the crown of my cock into her, she instantly clenched tight around me.

  “Christ.”

  Slamming my hands on either side of her head, I pushed in another inch. Holy. Fuck. She felt better than I could have ever imagined.

  I wouldn’t last. Bethany felt too good, too perfect.

  Pushing another inch slowly inside, I couldn’t hold back the groan that left me. She stared up at me, her mouth parted, her eyes wide, her pupils dilated. Beads of sweat lined the valley between her breasts and I leaned forward and ran my tongue up it, collecting those sweet little droplets and taking them into my body.

  “Fuck, it’s so damn good, Bethany.”

  She dragged that little pink tongue along her bottom lip again, and I didn’t stop myself from claiming her mouth at the same time I buried the rest of my cock in her pussy.

  I roared out.

  I lowered my chest to hers and took hold of her jaw with my hand, making her look me in the eyes.

  “A virgin,” I said, having known instantly that she’d been innocent, feeling her cherry, her hymen, when the tip of my dick hadn’t even breached her yet.

  She didn’t respond, just licked her lips, breathing heavy, her pussy clenching around my dick.

  “I waited for you, saved myself for you.” I pulled out an inch and shoved back in. “You claimed me as much as I did you.”

  She gasped at my words, my truth.

  I kissed her hard, possessively. Tilting her head to the side, I probed her mouth with my tongue, and deepened the kiss until there was no question that she was mine. “You have no idea what it does to me to know that you haven’t been with any other male.”

  It had me so fucking territorial, the very thought that my cock was the only one that would ever know how tight and hot she was making me fucking crazed.

  I pulled out an inch and pushed back into her. The soft moans that left her had my dick jerking inside of her, and the need to get off made it nearly impossible for me to keep my control.

  “You’re so big.”

  “You’re so fucking tight.”

  “I feel so stretched, so full.”

  I couldn’t stop myself from pulling out until just the tip of my dick was inside of her, and then pushing back in. I did this over and over again, making sure to completely fill her every time I was seated balls deep in her cunt. I kept a steady rhythm.

  Trailing my lips and tongue up and down the side of her neck, it was hard to keep my patience, my control. When I marked her, and I sure as fuck would tonight, while my cock was pushed deep in her pussy, all shifters would know she was mine.

  When I had stretched her out enough, and she started mewling and dragging her nails down my back, I really started to slam in and out of her. I pulled back just enough to watch her tits bounce from my fucking her.

  Her breath came out in small pants that brushed along my chest. I looked back at the tender flesh of her neck, and wanted so badly to mark her, to pierce her skin with my canines.

  The wet sounds of our fucking filled the room and I slammed into her harder. She moved up the bed an inch, and so I braced a hand on
her shoulder, and pulled her down on the mattress. When she was flush with me again I ground my pelvis against hers.

  She gasped.

  I groaned.

  In the next second I pulled out of her, flipped her onto her belly, and grabbed her hips. Her ass was big and round … juicy. I spread her cheeks and stared at the tight ring of muscle hidden between them. My cock jerked at the sight. I wanted to stick my dick in her ass so fucking badly. But not tonight. Tonight was all about claiming her fully. I couldn’t take it any longer. I covered her back with my chest, just closing my eyes for a long moment as I relished in the fact I was finally here with Bethany, my mate.

  Pushing her thighs open as wide as they could go, I moved closer until my cock pressed against her cunt. I was shaking with how much I wanted this, how hard my self-control was being tested. “Yes,” I growled. “Stick your ass out even more.”

  Clenching my teeth together, feeling the power rise up in me, I knew I wouldn’t last. I gripped the root of my dick, placed it at her pussy hole, and in one fluid move slid fully into her. The new position had me going deeper, filling her completely.

  God, she was so tight, so hot and wet. I slid in and out of her heat, her pussy muscles clenching around my cock, drawing the cum from my balls as I stared at the graceful arch of her back. My mouth watered for a taste of her, for the mark that would irrevocably make her mine.

  “How good does it feel, baby?”

  She cried out her answer.

  “So fucking good, doesn’t it?”

  Bethany nodded and looked over her shoulder, biting her lip hard enough that blood started to well up on the supple flesh.

  “Let go,” I whispered.

  The first ripple of her inner muscles along my cock told me she obeyed right away.

  Good girl.

  The rhythmic pull of her cunt milking me had me using all of my reserve not to fill her up with my seed right now.