Page 26 of Cowboy Bear’s Hope (Motley Crewd Shifters #3)

E xperience didn’t make someone a good lover.

That was something I hadn’t realized until I met Dante.

When I was younger and wild, I thought I needed to be with an experienced man to show me how to make love.

But all Nicky Crowden had to offer me was a rather awkward and short experience. We’d actually only had sex twice, and neither time had been anything to talk about. And that was something I’d only ever done in the safety of Girl Club.

Dante was right, I wouldn’t want to talk about women from his past either, sex or not.

I’d been confused, and maybe a little upset, about his keeping things from me where Rosie was concerned. But now that we talked, I understood a little better.

And now that he was kissing me and touching me like his life depended on it, I knew there would never be another man for me as long as I lived.

Dante had simply wrecked me for anything else.

“You’re mine, Avery. There is no one else can make you feel this way,” he growled, and I felt his claws tearing at my pants.

His Bear black eyes held mine as he gripped the elastic waistband of my panties and sliced through one side then the other.

Then he pulled. The fabric slid across my aching clit, and shit, but I saw stars.

“Your pussy soaked for me, Honey?”

“Y-yes, Dante,” I whimpered, grinding myself on his covered cock.

“Gonna check for myself. Sit on the edge of the bed and lay back,” he commanded.

He slid me off his lap and stood, and my entire body quivered just looking at him.

Somehow, I was completely naked, and he was still in his sweatpants. The blanket felt warm and soft beneath my naked ass, but I was too mesmerized by him to move right away.

Dante stood in front of me, a pillar of a man. A sexy smirk graced his handsome face as he pulled off his sweats, revealing his long, thick erection. His muscles rippled and those thick, juicy thighs I loved so much flexed as he straightened, allowing me to look my fill.

My pussy clenched on air, flooding with arousal, and I licked my lips, desperate for his touch.

“I said lay back, honey. Now scoot down and press your legs together,” he ordered me.

Confused at first by his directions, I did as he said, hissing as he pressed his body to mine, holding my legs up in the air with one big hand.

Then he leaned forward and wrapped his lips around my calf, sucking on my skin as he slid lower and lower until he was kneeling on the floor.

“Dante,” I gasped his name as he continued to kiss, nibble, and lick at the back of my legs, my knees, and my thighs.

Then he was there, his face pressed into my bottom. Dante sucked in a breath and a flash of embarrassment hit me.

Did people really do that?

I groaned when he did it again, breathing me in deep, his chest rumbling with his Bear. His one hand remained on my legs, keeping them locked together as he grabbed my hip with the other, dragging me closer to him until my bottom half was half hanging off the bed.

Sexy, sexy man.

All my bashfulness was soon replaced by need and desire so strong, it blocked everything else out.

“Look so fucking good, Honey. You look like mine,” he said, and I cried out as his tongue flicked across my asshole.

It was impossible to move with his big hands gripping me at the hip and legs. I whined and whimpered, dying for him to fill my aching core. But Dante wouldn’t be rushed.

He licked and nibbled, dropping hot, delicious kisses on parts of me I’d never imagined a man would do. And even more, I fucking loved it.

Finally, he filled my pussy with his thick tongue, wrapping his talented lips around my clit, and I started to come.

“Dante! Fuck!” I shouted, unable to help myself.

“That’s my good girl,” he said, licking into me one more time before standing up.

I felt the fat head of his cock slap against my pussy, And fuck, was that hot.

“Dante, please,” I begged.

“Please what? What do you want, Honey?”

“You know what I want,” I said.

I’d never been a vixen, but this man had me out of my mind.

“You’re gonna have to tell me, Avery,” he said, and the fucker was smiling.

He pressed my closed legs to the side, sliding that big hand across my exposed sex and into the crease of my ass.

“That feels so good. Please. More. I want more,” I said.

“You like it when I make you come, mate?”

I nodded my head, incapable of speech as he teased one hole then the other with his fingertips, warm and wet with my slick.

“Y-yes,” I said when he didn’t reply.

“That’s right you do. And you’re such a good girl, coming for me.”

“Please, make me come again, Dante. Mate. I need you.”

“Fuck. Yes. I’m gonna make you come so many times, you won’t remember your name. Want that?”

“Yes, yes, yes!”

With a deep rumbling growl, Dante shoved his hips forward and slammed into me. And nothing ever felt so right.

I had no idea how he did this or where he learned it, but I was so fucking on board with it. He placed one knee on the bed, fucking me relentlessly as he moved us both up the mattress.

Then he was spread out behind me, lifting one leg up and back over his thigh so he could slide even deeper.

“Oh, God!”

“Not God. Dante. Say it,” he demanded, his fingers finding my clit as he flexed his hips in and out, stroking that special bundle of nerves inside me and making me keen.

“Dante. So good. I-I’m coming. DANTE!” I groaned, turning my face so the mattress could muffle the sound.

He closed his mouth over my shoulder, his fangs piercing my flesh as he filled me with his cum, claiming me as his, and pushing me to another, somehow more intense orgasm than the last.

By the time we stopped moving, I was utterly spent. Exhausted. And so damn happy.

Dante rolled me over to face him. His big hands cupped my cheeks, and he brought his lips to mine.

“Love you, Avery. So damn much.”

“I love you, too.”

He exhaled roughly and pressed his forehead to mine, eyes closed like he couldn’t believe his ears.

Silly Bear.

“I never loved any man before you, Dante. You’re more than I ever hoped for,” I whispered, cradling his face between my hands.

“Say it again,” he demanded, his dark eyes meeting mine.

“I love you,” I replied, my body heating at the promise in his eyes.

“Again,” he said, rolling on top of me.

“I. Love. You!” I moaned the last word, mouth wide as he pressed inside me.

“Fuck, I love you too. Love being inside you. Never wanna stop fucking you,” he grunted and damn, but I loved his filthy mouth.

Dante reared up to his knees, his eyes traveled over my body, followed by his hands. He cupped my breasts, squeezing and molding them, paying attention to the needy little buds at the end.

“Wanna fill you with my cubs, mate. Want to watch you suckle them,” he said, and my pussy quivered and clenched.

“I want that, too,” I said because yeah, I really did.

I was ready to make a home with Dante. A real home, full of love and laughter and children, or cubs.

“Do you mean that?”

“I mean it,” I said as he rolled and rocked, making me feel so good, loving on me with his big, hard body.

“Goddamn it, Avery, you give me so much,” he whispered, and his eyes glistened with unshed tears and filling with promises.

“You give me so much. You’re such a good man, Dante. You’re already a wonderful father. I wanna have more babies with you. I wish you were putting one in me right now. I love you,” I said, arching my back as he hit me in just the right spot.

“Fuck,” he roared, pistoning his hips faster, stroking in deeper.

And I felt him.

Really felt him .

Like a river running through me, his presence rushing into every corner of my being, filling me in ways I hadn’t even known I was empty.

His body moved with mine, perfectly in sync, creating a rhythm that felt primal and eternal.

God, how this man filled me.

It wasn’t just physical, though that was overwhelming in itself. It was more. Every inch of my soul felt alive, alight with awareness of him. Of us.

My mind, my heart, my very essence— all of it was consumed by him.

Dante.

Every moment of every day, he was there, a constant in my thoughts, a steady presence in my heart. He wasn’t just big and strong in the physical sense.

He was important. Vital. He had become the center of my universe without me even realizing it.

Dante’s heartbeat thudded against mine, steady and powerful, setting the tempo for my own.

It was like his body was guiding me, reminding me that I wasn’t alone. That I would never be alone again.

And then, his voice sounded in my head, deep and resonant, the matebond between us stronger than ever.

I love you, Avery. I love you so much. Mate. Mine. Mine. MINE.

The words echoed through me, sending a shiver down my spine as I closed my eyes and gave in to the raw, consuming force of us.

I bucked against him, my body arching into his as his warm, hard form pressed me deep into the mattress.

His strength surrounded me. His gentleness, too.

Dante’s heat seeped into my skin, and together, we found a pleasure so intense it felt like the world was shattering and reforming around us.

This. Right here.

This was beyond anything I had ever experienced.

Dante brought out the best in me. He knew me in a way no one else ever had. Or ever could.

Every secret, every fear, every broken piece of me, he didn’t just accept them. He loved me for them.

And that love? It was like nothing else.

I got it now. Finally, I understood what it meant to be fated mates.

This wasn’t just love. This was destiny.

He loved me with a fierceness that was both exhilarating and terrifying in its intensity. And I loved him, too. So deeply, so completely, that I couldn’t imagine a world where he wasn’t by my side.

We were better together than we could ever be apart.

And right now, in this moment, I knew one thing with absolute certainty.

I never wanted to be apart from him again. Never wanted him to doubt that.

My lips brushed against his ear as I whispered the words that had been building in my heart all along.

“I pick you, Dante. I will always pick you. Mate.”