Page 34 of Grumpy Special Ops Bear: Ep. 3

“Please.”

He froze, peering up at my face, before kneeling between my legs, gripping my hips, and positioning his erection at my folds. “Please what?”

“Please fuck me.”

As if my plea splintered his self-control, he wrapped his fingers around his shaft poised at my entrance. He was breathing hard as he looked into my eyes while gently pushing against me, giving me time to get used to his wide girth.

He leaned down and breathed against my lips, “You are mine.” His nostrils flared as he worked his thick length into me.

Wrapping my legs around his waist, I drove my hips up to meet him as he slammed into me. My muscles clamped around his massive fullness. Then he took me.

Letting go, I surrendered to Fergus completely.

This man was mine, and I was totally his.

Pressing his forehead against mine, he moved hard and fast. Squeezing my thighs tight around his hips, I clung to him for dear life, riding the wave of lust and love coiling through me. He brought his hands up to my breasts, cupping them gently, his thumbs sliding over the aching peaks. He pulled me wider, lifting my legs so my ankles were resting on his shoulders as he thrust deeper. I gripped his ass with my fingers, my nails digging deep.

“All of you. Mine.” He nibbled his way down my throat before settling in the juncture of my neck and shoulder. He scraped his teeth over the spot, signaling to me what was to come. When he sensed my climax was near, he bit down, breaking the skin.

Instantly, I shattered, groaning and shuddering. He sucked strongly on the patch of skin he’d bitten, as if determined to leave a distinctive mark that couldn’t be considered as anything other than what it was.

A claiming.

As quick as that, a powerful force swept through my body before I sensed him through the clan link—not his thoughts, but his loving and confident presence.

It was done. I was his to protect as his mate and as part of his clan.

Fergus growled his approval as he pulled back. He admired his work and then swiped his tongue over the mark. My back arched with the explosion of pure bliss that ripped through me.

“Fergus!” His name escaped my mouth in a scream so loud it hurt my ears.

“Trinity,” he groaned my name as his own release hit while his hardness pulsed deep inside me.

Panting and quivering with aftershocks, we stayed glued to each other, him draped over me, his face buried in the crook of my neck.

Moving ever so slightly, he whispered into my ear, “I love you, baby.”

His words had my eyes snapping open. Curling all my limbs around him, I whispered into his ear, “And I love you, Fergus.”

The shudder that ran through him told me just how much my words affected him.

“Mate.” He pulled back to look at me as a wicked smile took over his face.

“Mine.” I smiled.

I’d finally found what I’d been looking for all my life—family, love, home, and my very own big, bad, grumpy, sexy alpha bear.