Page 11 of Cowboy Bear’s Hope (Motley Crewd Shifters #3)

M y mate’s sweet pussy was definitely number one in my top five favorite things to eat.

No question.

Seeing her naked and on her back with my cum decorating her pretty pale skin was number one on my top favorite sights.

Hell, it was just about the best damn thing I’d ever seen.

Having her return my kiss and pulling me down on top of her sweet body, despite or maybe because of the mess clinging to the two of us, well, that was just my favorite thing of all.

“You’re hard again,” she pointed out, opening her legs wide and sliding her wet pussy against my rock hard dick.

“I’m always hard around you,” I told her.

Hell, it was only the truth.

My Bear was growling nonstop, and my chest rumbled with it. As if she understood, Avery stroked me there, trying to soothe the monster inside me.

But she couldn’t really understand.

She didn’t know how desperate he was to claim her.

“We should stop now, Honey. Bear’s feeling possessive,” I said, even though it was killing me to even suggest it.

“Don’t you want to do it?” she asked.

The vulnerability I saw in her eyes cut me like a knife. She was so damn wonderful, but for some reason, Avery didn’t see it.

I hated that for her. It was part of the reason I knew I’d be a good mate. I could show her how perfect she was. Help build up what the world tried to break down.

Avery deserved that. She deserved it all.

For now, I simply nodded. I pressed my forehead to hers, hardly able to comprehend the gift that was her. But I knew just how lucky I was to have her there with me.

Being in the moment with her was better than I had dreamed.

Can you even imagine that?

How could someone surpass even your wildest expectations?

I was a fairly simple man, I supposed. But Avery was something else. She was better than me. I knew that. But I would work every day for the rest of my life to earn a shot at keeping her here.

“Yes,” I answered her previous question. “Fuck, yes, I want to. But the Bear wants to claim you, and I don’t know if I can stop him once we get started.”

Grrr.

Avery was looking at me with her pretty amber eyes, all big and sparkling. Christ, she was beautiful. And I wanted her more than anything in this whole world.

“Would that be so bad? If you claimed me?” she asked, ducking her head like she was shy with me all of a sudden.

If it wasn’t for that slight hesitancy, I would have bitten her right then. My Bear chuffed, the animal was already decided. But it was more complicated than that.

Claiming bites weren’t like human marriages. If I tethered myself anymore to this woman, I would never be able to walk away.

What she’d already given me was so precious, so perfect. I didn’t think I could give her up as it was.

But if I claimed her, I knew I’d never walk away. I couldn’t.

Did she know what she was saying?

“Look, I’m sorry. It’s okay if you didn’t mean what you said about claiming me before?—”

I stopped her with a hard kiss. I just couldn’t let her finish that sentence.

“Look at me, Honey. Hear my truth,” I said, testing the softness of her skin with my hands on her face and throat.

“Claiming you would be the honor of my life, Avery Brown.”

I tilted her head, kissing away the frown that had marred her pretty features.

I felt Avery’s smile then, and it was like pure sunshine.

Her hands slid up my arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake, as she clutched my shoulders.

I moved us both, sitting up with her in my arms. She wiggled her fantastic body, and I loosened my hold, allowing her to nudge me where she wanted me to go, which was sitting up with the sofa at my back and my legs straight in front of me.

“What are you doing?” I asked, my heart pounding like the entire Giants' drum line.

Fucking Giants. They really needed to do better at the draft this year.

But those thoughts left as suddenly as they appeared. Right then, football could go fuck itself.

All I ever wanted was finally within reach.

“I’m taking what I want, Dante,” Avery said.

And just like that, everything else faded away. Everything except her.

Mate.

She bit her lip, and straightened her shoulders, thrusting those gorgeous tits out as she placed herself pertly on my lap.

Saucy little minx.

I was powerless to stop her, even if I’d been so inclined—which I wasn’t.

Far as I was concerned, Avery could have anything and everything she wanted. If it was in my power to give it to her, I would. Period.

I was hers. Utterly and completely.

Mine.

My Bear growled. The beast was already wholly dedicated to her.

I saw our matebond every time I closed my eyes. It was already there.

I could feel it wrapping tightly around my heart, binding me to her for all eternity. But it wasn’t cloying or strangling me. Quite the opposite, actually.

Being with her put everything to rights. All the difficulties of my past. The problems I’ve had anchoring my Grizzly. They all faded around Avery.

She was my life, my reason for being. Denying it was futile.

Hell, at this point, biting her was a formality.

I moaned as she leaned forward, kissing my chest and teasing my nipple with her tongue. She licked her way to my ear, nibbling on the lobe and fuck, my cock leaked precum at the sensations running through me.

When she had me where she wanted me, Avery slid her hips against mine and rubbed her slick pussy along my aching cock.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” I moaned, gasping at how hot, how wet, and warm my sweet mate felt.

“You feel good, too. Want you inside me, Dante. I’m clean and I have an IUD.”

“I’m clean, too. I told you, I never did this before, but what’s an IUD?”

“Birth control. I-I won’t get pregnant. I just need to feel you.”

“Fuck. Honey, are you gonna let me inside you without a condom?” I asked, my voice rough with my Bear.

“Yes, please,” she begged.

“Show me what to do.”

She nodded and lifted her body, grabbing my cock at the base and positioning me at her entrance.

Avery licked her lips, her pupils blown with desire. She whimpered, taking just the tip inside her tight heat.

My whole body rumbled in response, my Bear present in the moment when I would finally fill my woman.

“You’re so big.”

“You can take me, Honey. You were made for me. Fuuckk,” I growled as she moved fast.

Avery sank down on my cock, and fuck, I never felt anything like it.

One. Inch. At a time.

She enveloped me.

And. She. Was. Everything.

Every nerve ending was ablaze with sensation. Her pussy squeezed my cock, and I pulsed in response. She fit me like a glove.

Perfect, sexy mate.

I squeezed her ass, fitting one hand inside the crack as she rocked her body, taking me even deeper.

I damn near lost my mind.

When I was fully seated, Avery’s entire body seemed to quiver and shake. She cupped my face and pulled me to her, claiming my mouth with a ferocity I never dreamed she’d reciprocate.

“Oh God,” she moaned.

“Am I hurting you?”

“No. I feel full. So full, Dante.”

“Feels good to me too, Honey. But I need to move or I’m gonna come right now,” I groaned, my cock pulsating inside of her.

“Mmm, yes.”

She grinned then and started flexing her hips, keeping her thrusts shallow, and oh fuck, did she know what she was doing!

Her tight, hot sex gripped me. The sounds of our bodies sliding and slapping against each other were lewd and loud, and so fucking sexy.

The slippery mess between us made it easy for her to glide her pussy up and down my shaft. Every move has me on edge, ready to come, but the Bear won’t let me.

He waited quietly in the back of my mind for the perfect moment to claim her.

I was there for that. I needed to bind her to me. Instinct, the primal kind, was an unyielding beast.

It rode me hard. My mouth salivated and my gums ached. Sooner than later, my canines would descend, and the need to strike would be overwhelming.

“Dante, you feel incredible.”

“So do you. You look so fucking gorgeous, Honey, riding my body like a goddamn Valkyrie,” I told her, grabbing her hips and pumping her up and down.

“Is it what you thought it would be? Fucking me?” she asked, tossing her head back and letting me take over.

I was new to sex, but I knew the mechanics well. Everything else was pure instinct.

“No. It’s more,” I growled, and doubled my efforts.

Driven by the need to pleasure my mate, I allowed the words in my head to spill from my lips. Told her all the things I wanted to do.

“You’re such a dirty little girl, aren’t you, Honey? Sitting on my lap with your wet pussy, grinding it all over me,” I growled, and was rewarded with a gush of wetness flooding between us.

The way she fit me could only be destiny. I was a big man, but Avery was made for me.

“That’s it. Let me feel how slick I make this pussy. S’perfect. I wanna stay buried in it forever. Tell me I can. Tell me it’s mine,” I demanded as I fucked her harder.

Her eyes and lips were wide open. And Avery nodded.

“Words, Honey. Tell. Me.”

“Yours. I’m yours,” she mewled, clutching at my shoulders as her walls tightened around me like a vise.

“That’s right. Mine,” I grunted, and picked her up by her ass as I rose to my knees.

Never once did I stop fucking her. I pressed my hand to her chest, so she had no choice but to lay back as I worked my cock deeper, searching for that special place inside her. The one alluded to in magazines and the dirty novels Penny liked to read.

I’d borrowed a couple myself on the off chance I’d have the opportunity to be with Avery like this.

All I could say was every man should read a romance book or two. I adjusted the angle, pressing my pubis against her slippery little clit.

“Oh, God!” she cried out, and I knew I’d succeeded.

She felt so tight, so hot and wet. It was pure heaven. I watched her like a hawk, waiting for the precise moment she started to come.

Then I shifted our positions, laying her down, caging her in with my body so I could pound into her. On my knees, I had all the leverage I needed. The sound of my balls slapping against her ass was so damn hot.

I couldn’t stop myself from letting go. Oh, I should have been sweet and soft for her. But this was momentous, and I couldn’t hold back if I wanted to.

“Oh my God. I’m still coming. Dante, I’m still,” Avery cried.

I felt her body clench around me and knew her orgasm was still spiraling.

Holy. Fuck.

She was divine. I slammed my lips to hers, needing to taste her pleasure.

Our kiss grew deeper, hotter, and I licked into her mouth, savoring her honey sweetness on my tongue.

My cock was so primed. Any second, I was going to explode.

I lifted my head, searching her eyes for a sign. Avery met my gaze and gave the slightest nod before tilting her head to the side.

“Do it. Make me yours.”

Thunder roared in my head, or maybe that was the Bear. Either way, I knew I was going to take what she offered.

No way I could resist claiming this woman as my mate.

Her body squeezed mine even tighter, and the wave of her pleasure grew and grew until it was so big it threatened to pull me under. I didn’t bother resisting.

In fact, that was when I struck.

I pierced the skin between her shoulder and neck with my canines, marking Avery as my own at the very same moment we both came undone.

My Grizzly roared in victory as I swallowed her life’s force, binding us together in a Shifter ritual as old as time.

When we finally stopped moving, and the pleasure began to ebb, I fell forward, careful not to crush Avery with my weight.

I’d never felt like that before—so completely consumed and yet utterly at peace.

My body hummed with the aftershocks of pleasure, every nerve alive, every muscle loose and sated in a way I’d never imagined possible.

This wasn’t just carnal bliss. It was something deeper, something that struck at the very core of me.

Still caught in the warmth of her, I cupped her face with both hands, unable to stop myself from leaning in to pepper kisses across her sweet, impossibly soft skin.

She chuckled sweetly. Her laughter, light and breathy, bubbled up, and I felt it like a balm over wounds I hadn’t even known I carried.

Avery finally picked me. This time, she said yes.

It wasn’t just about the physical. Though she did give me something I never had before.

It was more than that. Avery gave me peace.

A quiet, soothing calm that wrapped itself around me, filling spaces that had always felt hollow. For the first time in my life, I wasn’t fighting my beast.

My Bear, usually a restless, wild force within me, was actually silent.

Not because he was subdued or restrained, but because he didn’t need to be anything else.

With her in my arms, I had everything I ever wanted.

My Grizzly wasn’t stomping around or pushing against the edges of my control. He wasn’t champing at the bit, desperate to take charge.

Instead, he was still. The animal quietly observing with a presence that felt as vast as the mountains. And in his stillness, I felt his emotions rolling through me much like my own—pure adoration, unshakable devotion, and an overwhelming sense of rightness.

The Bear’s feelings mirrored mine. He was fixed on her. Our beautiful mate.

Her hair was deliciously tousled. Her skin was flushed in places where my beard had scratched her.

The claiming bite I’d given her had already started to heal, but I knew she would bear the scar forever, which was exactly as it should be.

Oh, thank the Fates. She is finally mine.

The way her lips curved into a soft smile, the sleepy contentment in her eyes as she met my gaze—she was everything I’d never dared hope for.

Everything I hadn’t realized I needed.

I rested my forehead against hers, closing my eyes for a moment and letting the quiet settle over us.

My Bear, my soul, and my heart all agreed on the same thing for once.

Avery is mine.

And for the first time ever, I knew what it felt like to truly be at ease.

“That was so,” she murmured, lifting her sleepy eyes to mine.

“Yeah, it was, Honey. S’Perfect.”