The BEARly Tamed Grizzly: Bear Clan, 3

by Snow, Jenika

  And the way he lowered his gaze to my mouth, and down further to my breasts, had my breath stalling in my lungs.

  I found myself shifting so my body was facing his, the sound of the previews starting, but everything else being drowned out. We were both breathing so hard, his broad chest rising up and down faster, his eyes lowered to half-mast as if he were in a drugged-out state.

  I had made him feel like that. I had put that expression on his face.

  “This is insane, Oli.”

  He shook his head slowly. “No, India. This is perfection. This is exactly how it’s supposed to be between us.”

  And before I knew what was happening, before I could anticipate his next move, he had one hand cupping the side of my face, his long fingers curled around the nape of my neck, and his mouth on mine.

  A soft sound escaped me, a sigh of completion, of relief. This was what I’d been waiting for my entire life. This very moment, with this very man.

  * * *

  Oli

  I didn’t know how we found ourselves in my truck, still parked in the theater lot. We’d left before the movie had even started. I sure as fuck didn’t understand how I was keeping control right now.

  I had my arms around India, my mouth on her neck. My canines were elongated, and I knew she could feel them, the sharp points pricking at her skin. I wanted to bite her, pierce her tender throat and give her the marrying mark, let my saliva go into her bloodstream, making her mine irrevocably.

  The mark would always stay, a visible reminder to anyone who came close that she was mated and fucking with her meant they dealt with me.

  But I held back. When I did finally mark her, it was going to be in a bed, not in the truck in some fucking theater parking lot.

  The soft moans that came out of her told me not to stop. I ran my tongue along her skin, the sweet taste testing my control. My cock was so fucking hard, my balls drawn up so tight they were liable to explode.

  I wanted inside of her really damn bad, wanted to feel how wet and hot she was, how tightly her pussy would clench around my dick.

  I pulled back and immediately slammed my mouth on hers, slipping my tongue past the seam of her lips, delving into her. I licked and sucked, making her take all of me, sliding my hands down to grab her waist. She sucked on my tongue and I grunted in pleasure.

  I curled my fingers into her flesh, my nails starting to turn into claws, my bear right at the surface. The bastard wanted out, wanted to be selfish and have India all to himself. But hell, my human side was like that as well, and in this moment, I was not about to give her up.

  “I feel like I’m burning alive.” She said those words in a breathy moan against my mouth, and I grunted in response.

  I was pretty damn proud of myself for controlling my basic urges, for not tearing off her clothes and fucking her right in the cab of the truck.

  She pulled back, and I took a deep breath, telling myself to calm down, to go slow. This was her decision and her pace. She called the shots even if I wanted to be the alpha, even if I wanted to complete the mating and finally claim my mate.

  “Are you burning alive too?” Her words came out on a whisper.

  Although it was dark in the interior of the truck, no parking lot lights nearby, I could see her cheeks were pink, her lips swollen and glossy from my kiss. Her hair hung over one shoulder, the locks dark in the moonlight, slightly curled at the ends. My fingers twitched to grab them, to rub them between my fingers, to pull on them until her head tilted back and her throat was bared. Then I’d sink my canines into the soft, supple flesh of her throat.

  “Fuck yeah I am, baby,” I managed to say, my voice husky, jagged. “And it’s taking a lot of fucking self-control as it is.”

  I reached down and adjusted my cock, the stiff length pressing against my zipper, demanding to be free. I had no doubt pre-cum was steadily forming at the tip of my shaft. Hell, I could feel it start to dampen the denim of my jeans.

  I swallowed, my throat feeling rough, my mouth dry. My tongue was swollen, my entire body tense. We said nothing, sitting there for long seconds just staring at each other, the arousal and chemistry between us moving back and forth, like a ping-pong match that neither one of us could win.

  “I feel like I’m losing my mind,” she said and looked down at my lips. I groaned and before I could reach out and pull her against me, India had her chest pressed to mine, her arms wound around my neck.

  Her lips were slanted against mine, and I put my hands back on her waist, curling my fingers against her body. I couldn’t stop myself as I pulled her onto my lap, her legs going on either side of my thighs. I used a little bit of force to press her down on my straining dick, and she mewled when my erection dug into her pussy.

  We started really kissing then, me thrusting my tongue in and out of her mouth, my hands on her hips as I pressed her down on my dick. I lifted my hips at the same time, dry humping the hell out of her, grinding my cock against her pussy, knowing I could get off from this alone.

  The way she panted against my mouth, the sweet little moans that came from her, were almost my undoing. I found myself breaking away from her mouth again, trailing my lips along her jaw line and settling at the soft spot right below her ear.

  I could feel her pulse beating beneath my tongue, this rhythm that matched my heart. We were perfectly in tune with each other. She was made for me, and as soon as I finally had her, as soon as I finally made her mine, everything would be perfect.

  Everything would fall right into place.

  “You’re so fucking perfect,” I murmured against the side of her neck, dragging my tongue up the length, taking her scent, her very flavor inside of me. My canines ached, my mouth so dry.

  I needed to mark her. Just a little sample, a little prick.

  I opened my mouth and suctioned my lips around the arch of her throat, groaning at how good that felt. My canines would only need a little bit of pressure and they’d sink right in, pushing my saliva into her bloodstream, my scent.

  She ground herself against me, her mindless need evident.

  “Oli.” She moaned my name over and over again, her desire thick in the air, filling the interior of the truck. She smelled sweet, like cotton candy that had just been spun, the mouthwatering aroma a tingle in my nose. It made me harder than fucking steel.

  And then she reached between our bodies and I held my breath, my mouth still at her throat, my canines still delicately pressed to her skin. I snapped my eyes open and stared out the windshield. She started undoing the button of my jeans.

  I should’ve let her continue, knowing that she would’ve touched me, would’ve taken my cock in hand and eased my suffering. But I wasn’t about to take my mate for the first time in a fucking rental truck.

  I wanted her in a bed, somewhere warm, with her body spread out for me, her hair fanned behind her, and her expression showing me a look of ecstasy.

  “I feel so...consumed,” she whispered and I grunted in response.

  I closed my eyes again and gently added pressure on her throat. I hadn’t broken her skin yet, but the fact was I wanted to so fucking badly. I forced myself to pull back and look at her face, ecstasy covering her expression, her mouth parted, her eyes glossy with desire. I reached out and took her hands in mine, her wrists so small and delicate, dainty almost. I brought her fingers up, kissing each one, running my nose up the center of her palm. I followed that same path with my tongue, from the heel of her hand to the tip of her middle finger. I licked her, tasting her skin, seeing how much it affected her.

  “As much as I want you to touch me, as much as I want to touch you, I will not do that in this truck.” I pushed her hand between us again and let her feel the hard length of my dick. “You feel that? It’s all for you.”

  She inhaled sharply.

  “The first time I take my mate it’s going to be in a bed where I can memorize every inch of your body.”

  She didn’t say anything for a moment, but she didn’
t need to. I just wanted to hold her right now, keep her body close to mine, revel in the feeling that I was now complete.

  “Take me to my place.”

  Her words were like a bucket of ice water saturating me. But it had the opposite effect of dimming my arousal.

  Her words inflamed me even further.

  I opened my mouth but nothing came out.

  “Before you say anything, before you ask me, yes, Oli. I’m sure this is what I want.”

  I leaned in and pressed my mouth to hers, kissing her fiercely. When I pulled back it was to see she still had her eyes closed.

  “I was actually going to ask where you live.”

  She smiled and I felt myself grin. When India opened her eyes, I could see her acceptance of this mating, of me.

  “Are you sure you’re ready to finally complete this mating, finally let my bear sample you?” My voice dropped lower, my bear coming forth, pushing at my control. “’Cause there’s no going back.”

  “I don’t want to go back. I want to go forward with you, Oli.”

  The smell of her blossoming arousal had me clenching my jaw and praying like hell I could control myself enough to get us to a bed. If she wanted me, she’d have every raw, bear-shifting inch of me.

  Chapter Eight

  India

  We crashed through the front door of my apartment in a tangle of limbs, heavy panting, and sexual groans. I had no doubt the neighbors had heard us, maybe even peeked out a crack in their front doors to see what was going on. But I didn’t care if they saw. Let them look, let them see how much I was wanted, that I was with this gorgeous man and he was mine.

  Oli slammed the door shut with his foot and stood there a moment, his head slightly downcast but his gaze locked right on me. He looked so primal in this moment, like the animal he truly was.

  He was in front of me a second later, and instinctively I knew what to do, what he wanted.

  I tilted my head back as far as it would go, and then he latched his mouth onto my throat. The sound that left him was distorted, animal-like, and filled with as much desire as I felt.

  The way he looked at me, the way his gaze tracked me when I moved the slightest inch, had my breath hitching.

  “India,” he whispered. “My India. I could devour you until there wasn’t anything left, until you were crying out my name, writhing for me as I fuck you.”

  I opened my mouth slightly, the air leaving me. He moved a step toward me and the air stalled in my lungs.

  “I’d push your hair aside and bare your slender throat. My mouth is already watering, India. I’m so fucking hungry for you.” And then he had his hand on my nape, his fingers curled into my flesh.

  He leaned in and I was frozen in place, the feel of his warm breath on my skin having me close my eyes, moaning softly. “The things I want to do to you…” He growled low against my throat, and I felt the vibrations all the way between my thighs.

  I was wet now, so wet that my panties were soaked.

  My mind and body were screaming for this man to claim me in the way a shifter male did with their mate. I wanted to let his powerful body slide inside of mine, to take me in any way he saw fit. God, I wanted that.

  Any. Way. He. Saw. Fit.

  I noticed the way his breathing changed, how it was more ragged, broken, his chest brushing against mine, my nipples hard and pressed against the raw masculine power of his body. With the scent of him filling my head, and the raw animal sexuality he threw off, I didn’t want to stop anything he wanted to do to me, anything I wanted him to do to me.

  With his hand on my nape, he pulled me forward until our bodies were impossibly closer, my chest to his, the stiff outline of his hard, massive cock digging into the softness of my belly. And then he leaned back and looked down at me, stared in my eyes. For long seconds, all he did was stare at me, his eyes flashing yellow. Was he close to shifting? The low sounds that came from him, the way he seemed harder, his body bigger, led me to believe he might be more animal than human right now.

  And I don’t know why that turned me on the way it did.

  “You are so fucking beautiful. You’re mine, only mine…” He shook his head, as if he couldn’t believe I was standing right here.

  Oli was rough around the edges, brutal in his strength, in his personality, and I knew he was the type of male that didn’t apologize for these traits.

  He lifted his hand and ran his finger along my cheek. The act was gentle, yet it wasn’t at the same time. The scent of Oli, of the salt water that seemed to perpetually cling to him, of the underlying aroma of woods, freedom from his other life, filled my head and made me drunk with lust.

  The growl that came from him had me opening my eyes and staring up at him. I hadn’t realized I’d even closed them, the atmosphere so thick and arousing that I couldn’t even breathe.

  He started to lower his head to mine until his lips were a hairsbreadth away. “The very scent of you drives me crazy,” he whispered, his mouth almost touching mine when he spoke. “I didn’t even know you until a few days ago, but you’re the first thing I think about when I wake, and the last thing to fill my head before I fall asleep.”

  My heart was beating so hard and fast.

  “You tease my animal the likes of which you’ll never really understand, India. You’ll never know how much I want you, how I’ll always need you, that desire rising every day.” He leaned back and stared right into my eyes once more.

  I wanted to lean in and kiss him again, but I stayed still, looking into his eyes, waiting for him to make another move, to take control.

  He closed his eyes and growled. “Your scent drives me fucking crazy.” He took my hand and moved it between our bodies, placing it right over his hard erection. A gasp left me at his size, at his hardness. His warm breath slid along my face and I moaned.

  “Tell me what you want,” he growled.

  The words were lodged in my throat, what I wanted to say, how I wanted to have him … “Claim me, Oli.”

  I could hear my heart beating in my ears, feel it in my throat. He was my mate, and it was ingrained in me that we were to be together in every way possible.

  And I wanted that now. I wasn’t going to fight it. I wasn’t going to pretend that I could fight this.

  “I want to taste you, to run my tongue over every part of you, to memorize the taste of you, the flavor … the way you feel under me.”

  I licked my suddenly dry lips, my tongue moving over the soft flesh, a tingling sensation settling under the skin.

  “Do you want that, India, baby?” He ran his tongue along the arch of my throat.

  I nodded, unable to stop myself.

  “Oli.” I breathed out his name so softly, I wouldn’t be surprised if he hadn’t heard me.

  “Fuck. My mate.” Oli pressed his lower half into my belly, and the feel of his huge erection reminded me that he was so large I wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t even fit.

  A fresh gush of moisture left me at the feel of that hard, thick length. I had to clench my thighs together to stem of the flow of wetness.

  And thank God he didn’t say anything else, just slammed his lips on mine once more.

  “I can scent your need for me, India. And I’m about to give you exactly what you desire. I’m about to claim you, mate with you. I’m going to mark you so all males know you’re mine.” He cupped my cheek and stared into my eyes. “And you want that, don’t you?”

  I inhaled deeply, nodded. It was all I could do right now.

  I needed what he offered, all of it, like I needed to breathe.

  Chapter Nine

  Oli

  She blossomed for me, like a flower opening under the sun.

  I was a definite fiend for India, the mating taking charge, wreaking havoc on my control. My bear was also a brutal bastard, clawing to get out, pissed at me for not letting him have a go at her.

  I was too far gone to stop this now, and even if I had the strength, I wouldn’t have.
I needed her in every single way, and the scent of her arousal told me she needed this, too.

  “Mate,” I said low, my voice serrated.

  I was the one that was in control, would take this as far as my mate could handle, and give her all that she needed. Because I needed this, too, needed it like I needed to shift to find release.

  I gently wrapped my hand around her throat, feeling her pulse jump under my fingers.

  Her cheeks were flushed, dotted red from her lust. The sweet smell of her wet pussy filled my nose and made me groan, my bear a wild bastard for her. As I kissed her, taking in her flavor, her very essence, I ground myself against her belly. Her mouth was hot and sweet, and my cock jerked painfully, the fucker needing out and buried deep in her body.

  I swept my tongue into the wet cavern of her mouth and stroked it along hers, eliciting a moan from her. I swallowed that sound, wanting more of it to come from her. Sliding my hands down her back, I gripped her full, round ass and brought her closer to me, which was almost an impossible act, given the fact we were pressed tightly together. My cock jerked at the feel of her softness, at the scent of her all but submitting to me.

  The sound of her lightly moaning told me she was finding pleasure in this, and the way her nails dug into my arms let me know she needed more.

  India slid her hands up my chest and dug those little nails into my skin. The clothes I wore abraded my flesh, but that was because I was on the verge of shifting from how potent my arousal was.

  I was about to finally claim my mate.

  I wanted to feel her body shaking beneath my hands and mouth. I wanted her losing control and coming undone for me. I was working purely on instinct now, and there wasn’t anything or anyone on this fucking planet that could stop me from claiming India.