Page 10 of Bearly in Love

I sat down on his lap, straddling him and taking fistfuls of his shirt.

Fire lit in his eyes, and his hands landed on my hips.

“You said we’re stuck in here for at least three more days. I think we should do our best to enjoy them,” I said.

“What are you suggesting?”

He wanted to hear me say it.

“An agreement. Sex, with no strings attached. When the snow melts enough for me to run, I run, and neither of us looks back.”

Bo studied me for a long moment. “I’m in. Conditionally.”

“What are your conditions?”

“First, we don’t talk about your alpha.”

“He’s not mine, but agreed.” I didn’t bat an eye at the request. Shifters were possessive. Talking about my fiancé—even if I hadn’t actually chosen him or agreed to be his—would be a turnoff for Bo.

“Second, while we’re fucking, you’re mine in every way,” he said. “You don’t disagree with that, even though we both know there’s an end date.”

That also fit the possessiveness I expected, so I nodded. “Alright.”

“Lastly, Artie doesn’t find out about this. Ever. No matter what.”

I frowned. “Why does that matter? He hates me. Actually, scratch that. He’s neutral toward me. The bastard doesn’t give a shit what I do. He’d probably congratulate you for using me.”

“I’m not using you.”

“Sure you are. I’m using you too.” I grabbed the hem of Bo’s shirt and pulled it over his head. When my hands slid over his bare chest, he tugged my tank top off too.

My bra followed it.

His gaze was almost worshipful as it moved over my bare chest, taking in my body. He’d seen me naked before, but not like this.

Not when he could touch me.

Not when I’d agreed to be his until the snow melted.

“Artie cares more about you than you think,” Bo said, not looking away from my tits.

“Don’t talk about my brother while you’re stripping me, Ambrose.”

His chest rumbled. “Don’t call me Ambrose.”

“Then don’t call me Madi.”

His hand lifted to my ribcage, his rough fingers gliding smoothly over the dip beneath one of my breasts. “That’s not going to happen.”

“Then don’t expect it from me.”

His fingers finally brushed my nipple, and I inhaled sharply.

“That feel good?” His eyes were on mine when I looked up.

“Incredible.”

His chest rumbled, and his other hand joined in. My eyes closed, my head tipping back as he teased my breasts slowly.

“I thought you’d fuck me hard and fast,” I breathed, as he worked my nipples slowly. His hands were deliriously good, and despite my expectation, he was in no hurry.

“I’ve imagined this moment for most of my life, Madi. I’m not in a rush to make it end.”

“Asshole,” I breathed.

“I’ll play with that too.”

My entire body flushed. “Just how kinky are you?”

“You should’ve asked that question before you agreed to be mine.”

A laugh escaped me, and it became a moan when his mouth covered one of my nipples, sucking lightly.

His lips were hot, but soft. The thumb he had working my other nipple grew rougher, slowly.

I was panting when his mouth moved to the other side, leaving his thumb to tease my swollen, oversensitive skin.

“Think you can come from nipple play alone?” His voice was playful, but I could tell he was serious. The way his lips brushed my nipple when he spoke made me desperate.

“Never have before,” I panted.

“Unzip my jeans. The pressure of my cock against you will help.”

A breathy laugh escaped me, but I wasn’t going to argue with him.

If he thought he could get me off that way, I was inclined to believe him. The man had already proven to know how to work my body better than I did.

I unbuttoned and unzipped him, freeing his erection and lining him up against my slit. He released my breast long enough to push his jeans down further, making sure the open zipper didn’t scratch either of us.

“You have got to start wearing underwear,” I breathed, as I sat against his erection.

“That’s never going to happen.”

“I would’ve said the same thing about this.”

Bo chuckled. “Good point.”

He went back to my nipple, scraping the sensitive bud lightly with his teeth.

A moan escaped me, and I arched against his erection.

He licked.

Sucked.

Nipped.

Every time I started getting too sensitive, he’d switch to the other nipple, leaving me desperate. And needy. Intensely horny, too.

I had no idea how much time passed.

It could’ve been minutes, or hours.

When I was finally close to the edge, he started to pull away.

I grabbed his hair, yanking him closer, and he let out a rumbly laugh.

The sound and sensations set me off.

I came with a cry of pleasure, rocking and bouncing and arching against Bo. He moved me with him, biting and tugging my nipples in a way that dragged my climax out longer.

I panted as I came down from the high, my body flushed and hot. My panties and leggings were embarrassingly wet.

I opened my mouth to tell Bo I needed a minute. Before I got the words out, he’d lifted me onto his desk.

Whatever I’d been about to say died in my throat.

He stripped my pants down my legs in a heartbeat, tossing them aside.

Dragging his hands over my abdomen and down my legs, his chest rumbled in approval. “How are you even fucking hotter than I always pictured?”

“Well you can actually touch this version of me.”

“And see the way I’m affecting you.” He spread my thighs, crouching between them and lowering his nose to my center. He inhaled, making a loud sound of pleasure. “Smell it, too. My own personal dessert.”

“Dessert?”

“Mmhm.” Bo dragged his tongue up my center, rumbling louder as he tasted me.

He slid three fingers inside me, making me arch and swear as he dragged them over my g-spot slowly. Pulling them out, he lifted them to his mouth and licked his fingers. “You’re so fucking delicious. Have you ever tasted yourself?”

“Of course I haven’t.”

His eyes flashed as they met mine, and he stood. His fingers brushed my lips. “Open.”

“Ambrose, I don’t—” He slipped his fingers between my lips, and the salt of my pleasure mixed with the taste of his skin on my tongue. It wasn’t good, exactly, but just the fact that he was doing it was hot.

“We taste damn good together, don’t we?”

I made a noise of agreement, and he freed his fingers. His thumb brushed my clit, and my hips arched. When he gripped the base of his cock, dragging his pierced tip over my hot, swollen skin, I couldn’t suppress my moan.

“I don’t want to see you holding back when I’m inside you,” he said, his hot gaze fixed on mine. “Claw me. Pull my hair. Bite me. Do whatever the fuck you want to me. Take as much pleasure as you possibly can. Got it?”

“Yeah.”

He circled my clit with the head of his cock, his lips curving when the piercing made my body move. “You’re mine now, Madi. You remember that, right?”

“Mmhm. You can’t bite me though.”

Defiance flashed in his gaze. “Sure I can. You belong to me.”

“Right. But biting is mating for bears. So in all seriousness, you’re not going to bite me.”

“You’re a supernatural, so a bite wouldn’t be enough to seal a bond between us. We’d need the vows. Probably.”

Both of us knew what the vows were. Aeternum was the word for forever for supernaturals, and that was what we agreed to when we took a mate. Forever, with that person and that person alone.

All it took to seal a mate bond between most kinds of supernaturals was an exchange of that one word.

Aeternum .

Mating with humans was simpler. They only had to agree vaguely to the concept, out loud.

There were some kinds of shifters—and other supernaturals, most-likely—who didn’t even need the words. Sage had told me phoenixes were one of them. A phoenix and his mate were bound together after having sex during their mating process, vows be damned.

It was similar for bear shifters. A bite, and some sex.

“ Probably isn’t good enough, Ambrose. No biting.”

He growled, “Alright.”

A rougher drag of his cock and piercing over my soaked clit was enough to make me completely forget what we were talking about.

The head of his cock finally lined up with my entrance, and he met my gaze one more time. “You ready, Madi?”

“Enough with the dramatics. Just fuck me.”

His lips curved wickedly, and he thrust his hips. My lips parted as his cock slid inside me, stretching me more than I’d ever stretched before.

One of his piercings dragged over my g-spot slowly as he took me, sending me spiraling into my first climax hard and fast. The other piercings dragged out my pleasure, leaving me rocking and gasping as Bo watched me with satisfaction.

“That feel good?”

“Holy shit, yeah,” I panted, clutching the edge of the desk with one of my hands as I tried like hell not to roll off. Or collapse in a heap of pleasure.

“That’s just the beginning.” He hooked his hands beneath my knees, lifting me higher and changing the angle slightly. He wasn’t even fully sheathed, but he was already pulling out.

The slow movement of his cock and piercings together nearly sent me into another climax.

“What are you doing to me?” I moaned, my body moving of its own volition.

“Making you mine.”

If that was his intention, he’d officially succeeded.

No one else would ever make me feel the way he did. I was already convinced, and I’d barely taken the tip of him.

Ambrose took me deeper, and the pleasure that hit me was a whole new level of intense. A scream tore through my lungs, my back arching and my heels grinding into his ass as I pulled him in deeper.

Harder.

I needed everything.

He grabbed my thighs and pumped into me slowly, snarling his pleasure as he came with me.

The look in his eyes as my climax faded told me he wasn’t done with me.

Not even close.

“There’s no way you’re real,” I said, my chest rising and falling quickly.

His lips stretched in a wicked smile.

“Want more proof?”

“Yes.” I couldn’t even try to convince myself to lie to him at the moment.

His wicked smile became a teasing grin, and he pulled out far enough to make me suck in a breath when his piercing dragged over my g-spot. The expression he wore reminded me so much of the teenage version of him, but it was different, too.

Better.

So much better.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Madi.” He drove into me slowly, making me gasp. “And so fucking mine .”

“I don’t think that’s—grammatically correct,” I had to pause when I took a sharp breath in at the sudden, intense sensations.

“Fuck grammar.”

“You really love to—fuck things.” I stumbled over my words, with another breath in interrupting them. I definitely missed one. Or two.

Oh well.

“The only thing I ever wanted to fuck was you.” His growl caught me off guard, but when I met his gaze, the look in his eyes was one of pure, undiluted honesty.

I cried out as he took me back to the edge.

And when we came together, I grabbed his shoulders, burying my fingers in his skin as he made me scream in pleasure again.

I had no idea what he was doing to me… but I never wanted it to end.