by Fel Fern
Spencer shifted his hips and slammed right into his prostate. He gasped, eyes wide as Spencer continued hammering his sweet spot. Henry felt the edge of Spencer’s teeth on his neck. Any time now, he knew. Spencer kept aiming for that special place, eventually shoving him to the edge of oblivion.
The room fell away from his line of sight. He came, screaming out Spencer’s name, painting cum all over Spencer’s stomach. The werebear bit down hard enough to draw blood, the pain cushioned by the waves of intense orgasm riding him. Spencer gripped him close, and he relaxed into the bite, until Spencer pulled away, eyes pure gold, full of lust and something else.
“I love you,” Spencer said simply, looking into his eyes.
“I love so goddamn much, too, baby,” he replied back, neck tingling slightly. How could Henry describe it? It felt like part of him had changed, and he could see Spencer’s bear peeking out from those eyes. There was only one word that came to his mind.
Mine. This wonderful gorgeous and protective man is my mate.
THE END
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