Page 17 of Just Right (The Beasts of Blackmoor #3)

My heart stutters.

There it is. The confession I didn’t know I needed until Rowan just uttered it.

He’s still watching my lips when I allow them to curve. “So don’t.”

It’s like letting a wild animal off its leash. All I had to do was give him permission to go and, suddenly, he’s leaning down toward me. I meet him halfway.

Almost as powerfully as the bear and the wolf hit during the fight, our mouths collide.

This first kiss is nothing like the one I shared with Finn. There’s no gentleness. No further hesitation.

Only need .

Rowan cups the back of my head as he uses his impressive strength to pull me up onto my tiptoes again.

His other hand lands on my ass, lifting me up so that we’re on the same level.

All the while our mouths keep finding each other, our breath mingling so completely, I don’t know where I end and Rowan begins.

It’s like the big bear is fucking devouring me, and I’m more than happy to let him.

He’s so strong that he doesn’t need two hands to keep me hoisted up, clinging to him. Releasing the one holding the back of my head, he slips it under my coat, under my shirt, the heat of his palm searing my skin all while begging me to, “Tell me to stop. Just tell me, Goldie, and I’ll do it.”

Stop? Oh, no, big guy. I want to keep going .

It hits me again that, while I’m fully dressed for the late September weather, Rowan is completely naked. I’m not worried about him catching a chill; his built-in fur coat is enough to keep him warm. However, he’s naked… and I’m not.

My bear realizes that at the same time. Though it seems to pain him to lower me to the ground again, I see promise and lust and undeniable desire written openly for the first time on his face as he narrows his gaze on me.

“Take it off,” he orders, rough voice even more guttural than I’ve ever heard it.

I gesture to my coat. “This?”

“ All of it .”

Well, then.

Let’s go.

I shrug off the coat. I guess I’m not fast enough for Rowan because, tapping into his bear, his nails become claws just in time to slash my t-shirt off of me.

As he uses the back of his hand to brush away the tattered remains of my top, I kick off one boot, then the other before making quick work of my linen pants.

As I kick them away, Rowan’s dark gaze lands on my bare chest. His breath hitches as he stares at my tits. I know he’s already seen them. Hell, remembering the bath outside, he’s touched them, too. But this is different, and we both know it.

“I’ve thought about this,” he rumbles, dragging his fingers down my sternum. “Every night you’ve been in Blackmoor. What you’d taste like… what sounds you’d make for me. For me, Goldie. Not Finn. Not Colt. I want you to whimper for me .”

I tilt my head. “I think I can arrange that.”

That dare is all I need before, suddenly, he’s scooping me up in his arms again.

And that’s not all. He’s kissing me wherever he can.

Starting with my lips, his mouth moves to my neck.

My shoulder. He laps there, tracing the curve with his fang before licking the side of my throat.

The whole time, he was moving. Dropping to one knee, falling to the next, he’s still kissing me as he lays me out on the earth.

Not on my back, though. He has me on my knees, just like him. A careful push has me falling forward, landing on my hands.

I should’ve expected this. Neither Colt nor Finn have chosen to take me from behind just yet, but Rowan…

the most animalistic of my mates mounts me like he would if he was his bear.

Thankfully, he’s not—he’s pure man —as he lines his cock up at my entrance, but for the blunt head nudging it’s way inside…

he’s fucking big enough to belong to a beast.

He presses a kiss to my upper back. “Stop me, Goldie,” he says again, “or I’m going to mate you now. I’m going to claim you.” Another kiss, followed by a rumbling growl. “I’m going to fuck you?”

Promise?

I can’t help it. My body is begging for him, and so am I.

“Yes,” I gasp, arching my back, trying to take him in myself. “ Please .”

Finn went slow and deep. Colt fucked fast and hard.

Rowan?

He possesses. He takes his time fitting his length inside of me, and every time I think he’s bottomed out, he has another half-inch for me. I’ve never known the true meaning of stuffed before. He fills me up completely, from the inside out, and when he does? He pulls out and does it again .

It’s like he wants to drive me crazy. Like he wants me to truly beg .

Outside, as night falls over Blackmoor, that’s exactly what I do.

Because when he finally gives in, he fucks me like it’s final.

Each thrust is slow, yet purposeful. At first, it’s like he’s trying to drive me mad.

His fingers dig into my hips, yanking me back so that there’s nowhere else for me to go, as though he’d climb inside of me if he could…

I pant. I plead. I try to quicken the pace, asking for him to take me, to mate me, to make me his—and just as he finally gives me release, reaching around my front and tweaking my clit like pleasuring his mate is an instinctive maneuver, I throw my head back just in time to feel a sudden sharp pain as Rowan sinks his fangs into the curve between my shoulder and my neck.

The same spot that he lapped at earlier.

The same spot that he must’ve already picked out to bite me.

Because that’s exactly what Rowan does.

Just like he promised.