Page 12 of Cowboy Bear’s Hope (Motley Crewd Shifters #3)

I didn’t remember going to bed, but I woke up in the middle of a king-sized one, covered in soft sheets and feeling deliciously sore.

The floor to ceiling window overlooking the yard showed a world covered in white. I smiled at the picturesque winter wonderland and allowed myself a moment to simply enjoy it before the weight of reality settled in.

Last night, I’d slept with Dante. More than that. I allowed him to claim me.

Butterflies went wild inside my stomach and I bit my bottom lip, trying to remember everything Penny told me about mating bites and all those paranormal romance novels we’d been reading.

Shit.

With all the boinking going on last night, I forgot to ask one pretty big question. Was I gonna turn into a Bear?

Fear and insecurity filled me, and I was halfway to hyperventilating when Dante came in with a mug of coffee in his hands.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, placing the steaming mug on the side table and sitting down next to me.

“Am I going to turn into a Bear now?”

“What? No,” he scoffed, then he nodded. “I see. You’re thinking about Penny. Um, her situation is different. See, Max isn’t a regular Shifter. Jersey Devils were created with a different kind of magic.”

“Oh,” I said, not really understanding.

“Good morning,” he whispered, and dipped his head.

I didn’t know why I should feel shy with him. After all, he’d kissed, nibbled, and worshipped every inch of me the night before. But my cheeks were burning.

I held the sheet to my breasts as he pressed his lips to mine in a sweet, chaste kiss. But that only lasted a moment. I moaned as he wrapped his hands around my neck, tilting my head and deepening our kiss.

“Rosalie?”

“We made pancakes for breakfast, then Kian and Jed came to take her to feed the goats on their 4-wheelers a little while ago. I figured it was okay.”

“Oh, nice. She loves goats. So, we’re alone?”

“We’re alone,” he confirmed.

“Good,” I said, dropping the sheet.

I wasn’t normally such a physical person, but with Dante, I was insatiable. I grabbed his shirt, tugging on it until he whipped it off, and I moaned as his big, warm body crushed mine into the mattress.

“Too heavy?” he asked, rearing up.

I shook my head, loving the way his eyes bled to black as he looked me over from head to toe.

“Fuck, Honey. You look so good in the morning. I gotta have you,” he said.

“Please,” I begged, eyes crossing as he closed his mouth over one beaded nipple.

Dante sucked and tugged on each one, doing impossible things with his lips and mouth. I couldn’t even comprehend it.

“Bears have prehensile lips,” he said, and I realized I must have blurted that aloud.

Prehensile lips? Good to know.

But that was just about all the thinking I was capable of. Especially when Dante moved down my body and settled himself between my thighs.

“Good morning. You miss me,” he said to my pussy, and I leaned up on my elbows, watching him like the lunatic he was.

“Are you seriously talking to my pussy right now?

“Hey, you said she was mine, and she is. No take backs now,” Dante said, grinning.

Before I could offer him some smartass reply, he snaked his tongue out of his mouth and licked into me. Stars exploded behind my eyes as pleasure so intense, I thought I might die from it, skyrocketed through me.

“Mine,” he growled, feasting on me.

I clutched at his head, pulling his hair. But that didn’t stop him. He just kept on licking me until I exploded.

Then he was moving over me, his big dick in his hand, Dante gripped his shaft and jerked it. But I needed more. I leaned up, capturing his head with my lips.

“Fuck. Want me to feed you my cock, Honey?”

I nodded, with my lips still around his dick.

“Fuck. Okay.”

Dante moved to all fours, and I laid back on the bed. His big dick was hard and long, bopping against my cheek as he got into position. I wrapped my hands around his juicy thighs, and I licked his cock from root to tip.

“That’s it, Honey. Get me nice and wet, then open your mouth and take me deep as you can,” he growled.

I moaned and did exactly as he asked, choking myself on his incredible length. I could barely fit half of his length down my throat.

But that didn’t stop me. I found my rhythm. Moving my hands to his base, I gripped him and started moving up and down. Jerking him while I sucked, it wasn’t long before his whole body started trembling.

“Fuck. I’m gonna come, Avery. Move now if you don’t want it in your mouth.”

But I did want it. Pride and power sizzled through me. I never felt so damn sexy in my life as I did when I swallowed the salty sweetness of Dante’s cum as it hit the back of my throat.

His bellow was loud and so damn sexy. I was so turned on I was already touching myself when he rolled off me.

“Fuck, Honey. That was so good.”

“Dante,” I whimpered.

“What is it, mate? Do you need to come?” he asked, noticing my maneuvers.

I whimpered and nodded. His eyes heated, and when I glanced down, I saw his still hard cock straining towards me.

“Come here. Get on,” he growled, and I rolled over, climbing him like a tree.

We both moaned as he filled me, and nothing ever felt so right.

I moved my body a few times, but it wasn’t enough. Dante growled, grabbing my hips. He flipped us over and rolled me until I was chest down on the bed with my ass pressed up and back.

“Fuck,” I yelled as he filled me from behind.

“Goddamn,” he grunted, flexing that big dick in and out of my pussy.

His big hands had my cheeks spread and even though I’d never done anything like that, I didn’t hate it when he circled my hole with his thumb, pressing lightly against it.

“Dante!” I screamed.

“Easy, I got you,” he growled, reaching around and flicking my clit with his other hand.

Something warm and wet slid between my cheeks and I could barely comprehend what it was before I felt even more pressure back there.

“Let me in, Honey.”

Dante held nothing back. He was everywhere, filling every inch of me, and I’d never felt so alive, so wanted and cared for.

“Good girl. That’s it,” he growled, and I gasped at the fulness of it all.

His thumb was seated in my ass, and his cock was hitting me at just the right angle. That and his fingers strumming my clit meant I was coming before his next stroke.

I almost collapsed beneath him from the strength of my orgasm, but Dante would never allow that.

He held on to me.

He provided for me.

Took care of me.

And I trusted him wholly to do just that. His movements slowed down, and I could barely breathe for all the pressure building up around my heart.

I love him.

“I’m coming, Honey. Fuck,” he moaned, the rush of his cum flooding my womb happened just as the realization crashed into me.

I want to tell him.

But I managed to bite my tongue. Holding myself still as I tried to regain my breath. Dante lifted off me a few minutes later. Then he picked me up and carried me to the bathroom where he had an enormous shower and a separate tub.

“Here. You get washed. Kian and Jed are almost back with Rosie,” he said, dropping a kiss on my temple.

“How can you tell?”

“I can hear the 4-wheelers,” he said with a lopsided grin that made my heart squeeze.

Then he winked and walked to the bedroom to redress and, holy shit, I really was in love with him.

Now what am I gonna do?