Page 18 of Guard Bear (Return To Fate Mountain #5)

Chapter

Sixteen

Andre backed Joy toward the bed, his hands framing her face as he kissed her deeply. Her fingers found his shirt buttons, working them free.

"I want you to sit on my face," he said against her throat, the words rough with need.

Joy's breath hitched, a small sound that shot straight through him.

Her hands stilled on his chest for a moment, fingers spreading wide against his skin before pushing his shirt off his shoulders.

The fabric pooled on the floor, forgotten.

She ran her palms over his bare chest, her touch possessive, claiming.

Each pass of her hands left trails of fire across his skin.

"Lie down," she commanded. “Dirty boy.”

Andre obeyed immediately, his bear rumbling approval at her tone.

He stretched out on the bed, the cool sheets a contrast to his heated skin.

He watched through heavy-lidded eyes as she began to undress.

Each movement was deliberate, calculated to drive him wild.

The blue dress slipped from her shoulders like water, revealing smooth tanned skin that gleamed in the lamplight.

His hands gripped the sheets, knuckles white with the effort of not reaching for her.

She stood before him in nothing but moonlight and shadow, completely comfortable in her power.

The sight of her stole his breath. Every curve, every line of her body was perfect.

The bed dipped as she climbed up, her movements fluid and graceful.

When she positioned herself above him, her thighs bracketing his head, her scent flooded his senses.

Andre pulled her down onto his mouth with a groan that vibrated through them both.

She was already wet, already ready, and the taste of her made his cock throb painfully.

His tongue explored her folds slowly at first, learning the landscape of her pleasure.

The way she gasped when he circled her clit.

The way her thighs trembled when he pressed his tongue inside her.

She rolled her hips against his face. “More.”

He slipped two fingers inside her while his tongue circled her clit, feeling the way her body welcomed him.

The combination made her cry out, her hands tightening in his hair hard enough to sting.

She rode his face without shame, grinding down against his mouth, taking exactly what she needed.

Andre watched her above him, mesmerized by the way her head tipped back, exposing the elegant line of her throat.

The way her breasts rose and fell with each harsh breath.

The way her olive skin flushed rose-pink in the lamplight.

He could feel her orgasm building in the way her inner muscles fluttered around his fingers, the way her breathing went ragged. He found her G-spot and her whole body jerked as he sucked her clit between his lips.

Her first orgasm hit like a wave breaking. She shuddered, thighs clamping around his head as she ground down against his mouth. Andre worked her through it, his tongue gentling but never stopping, drawing out every aftershock until she pulled away, oversensitive and gasping.

The pride that filled his chest was fierce and primal. He'd done that. He'd given her that pleasure.

Joy climbed down his body, still trembling from her release.

She kissed a path down his chest, each press of her lips making his muscles jump.

Down his stomach, her hair tickling his skin and making him squirm.

When she reached his waistband, she made quick work of his pants and boxers, freeing him to the cool air.

Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock before taking him deeper.

Her mouth was hot and wet when she took him in, and Andre's hips bucked involuntarily.

A groan tore from his throat as she established a rhythm that had him seeing stars.

His hands tangled in her hair, not guiding, just needing the connection, needing to touch her.

"Joy, you're driving me insane." The words came out strangled, his control hanging by a thread.

She pulled back with a final swirl of her tongue that made his whole body shudder, leaving him aching and desperate.

Her hand disappeared into the nightstand drawer, emerging with a condom.

She rolled it on with maddening slowness, her fingers teasing, drawing out the moment until he thought he might die from want.

She straddled him, positioning herself above his cock.

Andre watched, transfixed, as she lowered herself on top of him.

The first inch nearly undid him. She sank down slowly, torturously, her body stretching to accommodate him.

He could feel every flutter of her inner muscles, every pulse of her heartbeat through their connection.

When she was fully seated, the wet heat of her made his vision blur.

Joy set the pace, riding him with a rhythm that kept him on edge but never let him fall over.

His hands found her hips, following her movement without trying to control it, learning the roll and grind that made her breath catch.

He watched her above him, captivated by the sight of her taking her pleasure.

Her breasts bounced with each roll of her hips, dusky rose-colored nipples tight and begging for his mouth.

Her skin flushed from chest to cheeks, a map of her arousal he was learning to read.

She leaned forward, changing the angle, and he felt her inner muscles flutter.

Another orgasm was building. He could tell by the way her movements became more urgent, less controlled.

The way her breathing went shallow and quick.

Andre thrust up to meet her, unable to stay passive any longer, and she cried out at the deeper penetration.

The sound of her pleasure, the knowledge that he was giving her what she needed, filled him with deep satisfaction. Joy was his mate. His to pleasure, his to worship, his to satisfy.

Then she slowed, looking down at him with eyes gone dark with desire. The shift in her expression made his breath catch.

"I want you to fuck me like you mean it," she said.

The words hit him like a physical blow. His bear surged forward, recognizing the permission in her voice, the challenge. She climbed off him, the loss of her heat making him growl. When she got on all fours, looking back over her shoulder, her cougar in her eyes, something inside Andre snapped.

The careful control he'd maintained since their first time together cracked and fell away like shed skin. She didn't want gentle. She didn't want careful. She wanted the beast in him.

He moved behind her, gripping her hips firmly. His hands looked so large against her skin. When he slid inside with one brutal thrust, they both groaned. The new angle let him go deeper, and he could feel her body adjusting, welcoming him.

"Is this what you want?" His voice came out more growl than words.

"Yes. Fuck me. Give me your cock." Her words were breathless, desperate, and they shattered the last of his restraint.

Andre let go completely. He fucked her with a primal rhythm that had their bodies slapping together, the sound filling the room along with their harsh breathing.

His bear partially emerged, careful claws pricking at her hips without breaking skin.

He growled her name as he pounded into her, feeling her push back to meet each thrust.

The sight of her beneath him, the curve of her spine, the way her hair spilled across her shoulders, it all combined to drive him wild. But it was the sounds she made that threatened his control. Soft cries and desperate moans, his name on her lips like a prayer.

Joy came again with a wail that made his cock throb. Her inner muscles clenched around him, rippling along his length. And again, another orgasm crashing over her before the first had fully faded. And again, her body shaking with the force of them.

"Oh fuck. Andre. Oh my god." She moaned like a cat in heat, the sound driving him wild.

The knowledge that he was doing this to her, that his body was giving her this much pleasure, filled him with a pride so fierce it took his breath away. He'd never felt so powerful, so necessary. Every thrust drew another sound from her, another shudder, another wave of pleasure.

His control shredded completely. The urge to bite, to claim, rose so strongly he had to grit his teeth against it.

His canines lengthened, his bear demanding he mark what was his.

Instead, he fucked her harder, deeper, chasing his own release now.

His hand found her clit, circling the swollen bundle of nerves, determined to wring one more orgasm from her before he lost himself.

She came with a scream, her whole body convulsing.

The rhythmic squeeze of her muscles around him was too much.

His vision whited out as his own orgasm crashed over him.

He roared her name as he came, his hips jerking against her as he emptied himself into the condom.

The pleasure was so intense it bordered on pain, every nerve ending firing at once.

They collapsed together, both breathing like they'd run for miles.

Andre's heart hammered against his ribs as reason slowly returned.

He pulled out carefully, immediately checking her hips for damage.

Small crescent marks showed where his claws had pressed, but no blood.

The sight of his marks on her skin sent a confusing mix of satisfaction and worry through him.

"Are you okay?” The words tumbled out, his hands ghosting over her skin, checking for damage.

Joy's laugh was rich and satisfied. She rolled onto her back, stretching like a content cat. "That was so fucking good."

"I hope I didn't hurt you," he repeated, still worried despite the clear satisfaction in her voice.

She rolled over to face him properly, her expression soft despite the wildness they'd just shared. One hand came up to cup his cheek, thumb stroking over his jaw. "I'm not fragile, Andre. I needed to see that side of you. Needed to know you could let go with me."

She laughed again, the sound pure joy that made his chest tight with emotion. He couldn't help but smile in response, some of his worry easing.

Andre disposed of the condom and grabbed a warm washcloth from the bathroom, cleaning them both with tender care. Such a contrast to moments before. She hummed with pleasure at his gentle ministrations, boneless and pliant. They curled together under the sheets, skin cooling in the aftermath.

"I've never..." Andre started, then stopped, searching for words. "The way you make me feel. It's like I can't control myself. But also like I'm more in control than I've ever been. Does that make sense?"

"Perfect sense." Joy traced patterns on his chest, her touch light but grounding. "I want you, Andre. The real you. The one who reads my body like a map. Who knows exactly what I need."

They lay in comfortable silence for a moment, hands roaming lazily. The room smelled of sex and satisfaction, of them together.

"I wanted to claim you so badly," she admitted, pressing her face against his chest. "When you were laying under me. God, Andre. I almost couldn't stop myself."

"I know." Andre pulled her closer, burying his nose in her hair.

"Me too. My bear was screaming for it. When you came that last time, when you said my name like that.

.." He had to stop, the memory alone making his cock stir with interest. "I love you, Joy.

" The words escaped before Andre could second-guess them.

His heart hammered against his ribs, but he couldn't take them back. Didn't want to. “I love you so much.”

Joy's hand stilled on his chest. She pushed up on one elbow to look at him, her eyes wide and vulnerable in the dim light. For a moment that stretched like eternity, she just stared at him.

"I love you too." Her voice came out whisper-soft, but the words hit him like thunder. "God, Andre, I love you so much it scares me sometimes."

He pulled her down for a kiss that was different from all the others. Tender. Reverent. A promise sealed between their lips. When they broke apart, both of them were breathing shakily.

"I've never said that to anyone before," Andre admitted, his thumb tracing her cheekbone. "Never felt it. Not like this."

"I know." Joy pressed her forehead to his, their breath mingling in the small space between them. "Me either. This is... everything."

But even without the claiming bite, he felt claimed.

Marked by her pleasure, by her trust, by the way she'd demanded all of him and then given herself just as completely.

Sleep pulled at them both, their bodies exhausted from the intensity.

Andre's last conscious thought was wonder at this woman who could command him so completely, then demand he command her in return. His mate. His match in every way.

The pride of making her come apart so thoroughly, of reading her body's signals and giving her exactly what she needed, settled warm in his chest. He'd never felt so necessary, so perfectly suited to another person.