Beast Bear (Return To Fate Mountain #2)

Chapter

Eighteen

Theo lowered Serena onto the bed, the soft duvet cradling her back. She kicked out of her shoes and her pulse throbbed with urgency. Theo’s hands slid around the waist of her jeans and he pulled them down. A flush spread across her cheeks, and a breath caught in her throat. Every nerve ending seemed to be on alert, her inner cougar purring with anticipation.

She caught Theo’s gaze. “Are you sure your beast is under control?” she asked, a sudden fear tightening in her gut.

“I won’t claim you unless you ask for me to. I swear on my life.”

A fresh wave of excitement coursed through Serena as Theo moved between her thighs. His gaze flicked up to her in a final, silent request for permission. She answered by threading her fingers through his hair, guiding him closer to her aching need. Her pulse throbbed in her ears as she felt the first brush of his tongue on her inner thigh.

He continued upward, peppering soft, openmouthed kisses along her skin. A trembling exhale escaped her when his mouth finally found her clit, the press of his lips and tongue an instant jolt of pleasure. Her inner cougar roared. She tilted her hips as he licked her swollen bud. Every languid stroke of his tongue, every gentle suck, kindled the growing desire in her core.

It had been six long years since she had dared to trust anyone like this—six years of keeping walls firmly in place, of never allowing herself to be vulnerable enough to feel the kind of connection she now shared with Theo.

She’d nearly forgotten the potent thrill of allowing someone to give her pleasure. Serena couldn’t hold back the low moan that rolled through her. She bucked her hips in time with Theo’s rhythm, urging him deeper.

When he slipped a careful finger inside her, her head tipped back, and a throaty gasp broke free. She gripped the sheets at her sides, knuckles whitening as a current of sensation spiraled through her. His warm mouth and skillful hands guided her toward the brink.

Then the tension shattered, she gasped his name, pleasure crashing over her in a wave of ecstasy. Her thighs pressed around him, body quivering as she surrendered to the blinding surge of release.

She looked down to find Theo gazing up at her, his own breathing ragged, devotion shining in his eyes. A flush of heat colored her cheeks. But she felt no shame in her climax. Reaching for him, she guided him up so their lips could meet in a slow, grateful kiss. She could taste herself on his lips. And it made her want to feel him inside her even more.

With a slight tilt of her chin, she slid her hands down to the waistband of his pants. Theo stood back and eased his pants down over his hips. Her cheeks heated when he pushed off his pants and underwear, baring his body to her eyes. She drank in the smooth lines of him, the taut muscles of his stomach, and his stiff, throbbing cock.

He reached into the side table drawer and removed a small foil packet. A shared look passed between them. She was on the pill, but she appreciated him putting on a condom. Theo tore the packet open and rolled the sheath down over his length.

His lips curved into a smile, the kind that hinted at the primal hunger simmering beneath his controlled exterior. He hovered above her, his forearms braced beside her shoulders, the heat of his body radiating against her skin like a furnace. Her entire being ached for him. His dark eyes locked onto hers, and she saw the beast lurking just beneath the surface.

The thick head of his cock brushed against her entrance, teasing her with the barest of pressure. She gasped, her body trembling with the promise of what was to come. He lingered there, testing her readiness, the anticipation almost unbearable. Her inner walls clenched, desperate to be filled, to feel him stretch her open.

He pressed forward, the blunt tip of him parting her folds with a delicious, burning ache. She felt every inch as he slid into her. Her breath hitched, and her nails dug into his back as she took him in, feeling every ridge of his cock against her slick walls. Her body instinctively clenched around him, drawing him deeper, reveling in the velvety heat of his length filling her completely.

Theo paused, his hips flush against hers, letting her adjust to the fullness of him. She could feel the throb of his cock inside her, potent and insistent, the heat of him radiating through her core. He kissed her, deep and consuming, their tongues tangling in a dance that left her breathless. His hands roamed over her body, and his lips trailed down her neck.

As he began to move, the first slow thrust pulled a moan from her lips. His cock rubbed against her g-spot. The sound she made spurred him on, his measured pace turning bolder, each deliberate stroke a revelation. Her hands roamed down the sculpted planes of his back, feeling the hard flex of his muscles as he moved above her. The power in each thrust left her gasping for air, her legs wrapping around his waist.

The slick sound of their bodies coming together filled the room, a symphony of lust and desire. Serena’s inner muscles tightened around him in desperate waves, the coil of pleasure in her core winding tighter with every thrust. She clung to him as the ache inside her grew, threatening to consume her entirely.

Her climax crashed over her like a tidal wave, her body convulsing around him as wave after wave of pleasure tore through her. She cried out, her nails scoring his skin as she clung to him, lost in the sheer, blinding ecstasy of it. Theo thrust into her one last time, his own release following hers as he spilled inside her, filling her with the hot rush of heat.

As they came down from the cloud of ecstasy, they held each other in the soft glow of the lamplight. Serena laid her head against Theo’s chest, listening to the wild rhythm of his heart. Her body still pulsed with a wet ache, making her want more.

She’d let herself feel for the first time in so long. With her mate. A man who had his own demons. Tonight, they’d overcome their demons together. He’d maintained his control. She’d let go of hers. As she brushed her hand over his muscled chest, Serena felt her connection to Theo unfurling like a rose. Blooming into something transcendent and timeless. She just hoped she wasn’t making a mistake.