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He’s magnificent. Tall and broad with inked up muscles and the longest, thickest, most tempting cock on the planet hanging low between his powerful thighs.

I feel my cheeks getting hot as I stare at it in wonder.

I’d be embarrassed if he wasn’t checking me out just as hard. I revealed my lower half to him at the shop, but he hasn’t seen the rest. Those heated blue eyes are busy taking in every exposed inch of me.

We both linger too long for naked people on a public street, but when we hear voices leaving the bar, we grab our shredded clothes and quickly put them on.

I moan in disappointment when that big glorious cock is covered up with his torn-up jeans. But I know I’ll be seeing it again. Soon.

“Let’s go to my place,” I say as I take his hand and pull him back to the closed restaurant where Magnus’ truck is parked.

We slip inside and Adrian starts driving.

There’s so much I want to talk to him about—our bears meeting, seeing each other naked, wondering if liked what he saw, but we should get the serious stuff out of the way first.

“Who were those guys?”

Adrian lets out a long exasperated breath as he runs a hand through his messy hair. “They’re the reason I left.”

They’re the reason my mate was taken away from me for so long? I want to kill them myself.

“That there was Knox Rourke. Ever heard of him?”

I shake my head.

“He’s the younger brother of Mace Rourke, and second in command of the Rourke’s Warhounds. When I was younger, I walked in on something I wasn’t supposed to see.”

“What was it?”

He twists his hands around the steering wheel, his knuckles squeezed so tight they turn white. “I was called to the Warhounds headquarters to tattoo one of the bikers. Little did I know, I’d be walking into a nightmare. I went through the wrong door and…”

I get shivers all over as he can’t even finish the thought. “What?”

He takes a deep breath and exhales long and hard. “Knox and Mace were running a brutal underground fighting ring. They forced wolf shifters to fight each other to the death.”

“Oh my god,” I whisper. “And you saw it?”

He nods as he keeps those beautiful eyes focused on the dark road.

“The Warhounds ran it and made a fortune, taking a profit from all of the betting. Sick fuckers.”

I picture a young Adrian with his carefree smile and innocent nature walking in and seeing that. It would have been enough to traumatize anyone.

“I tried to leave,” he continues, “but Mace got a hold of me. He forced me into the ring to fight two wolf shifters at the same time. He said if I didn’t kill them, he’d skin me alive and kill everyone I ever loved.”

The air goes still and silent in the truck, just the quiet humming of the engine as we roll down the dark mountain road.

“My polar bear beat the wolf shifters, but I refused to kill them,” he says. “Mace didn’t take it too well. He sent his biker dogs after me and I managed to escape, taking a few of them down in the process. I embarrassed him in front of everyone. Not a good thing to do to a sadistic psychopath.”

“That’s when they burned your house down?”

“Yeah,” he says with a sigh. “My parents were visiting my aunt in Florida. They ended up staying there after I told them what happened.”

“That’s horrible,” I whisper as I drop my eyes to my fidgeting hands. “I’m so sorry.”

“I was so worried about you,” he says, looking at me with all that love and possession I’m starting to get addicted to. “And your brothers.”

I reach over and take his hand. He holds it and gives my fingers a gentle squeeze.

“Mace and his dogs didn’t really know who I was, so we figured that you, Magnus, and Julian would be safest if I left. I didn’t want to leave you, Vic. I was worried they’d find you if I stayed and…”

He drops his head and squeezes his eyes shut.

“I don’t even want to think about it.”

“It’s okay,” I whisper as I run my hand over his arm, soothing him. “I’m okay. They never found me. You did the right thing.”

“Magnus and Julian said they’d watch over you,” he finally says after another deep breath.

“I thought it would be best for everyone if I just disappeared for a while. I figured that Mace and Knox would eventually piss off the wrong people and end up in jail or six feet underground. But it never happened.”

His big chest is moving up and down. I can hear his heart pounding.

“I never wanted to leave you, Vic,” he says. “I hate that we wasted all this time.”

I pull his big hand to my mouth and kiss the back of it, letting my lips linger on his warm skin.

“We’re here now,” I say as I loosen my seatbelt and shift closer to him. “We won’t waste anymore time.”

I slide my hand along his big muscular thigh and he groans like he’s been dying for my touch. My pussy reacts, tingling and throbbing as I slide my palm up. His jeans are ripped from when he phased into his polar bear, so it’s easy to slip my hand in and touch his skin.

“ Fuck ,” he hisses under his breath as I slide my hand up dangerously close. “You’re everything to me, Victoria. Everything .”

My mouth waters when I see the big long outline of his massive erection pressing against his pants. I want it inside me. I want to taste it, to stroke it, to feel it sliding in and out of me. I need him. So badly, it’s all I can think about.

“Just sit back and relax,” I whisper as I pull his shredded jeans to the side until I can see his long thick cock.

My pulse races as I stare at it up close in all of its raw beauty. It’s rock hard and longer than I thought a man could be.

“Oh, Vic,” he hisses in a deep sexy voice as I wrap my hand around it, my eyes locked on it in awe.

It’s a beautiful dick. Thick and powerful and oh so tempting.

A large vein runs along the underside, pulsing against my palm.

The head is broad, swollen, and glistening with precum that leaks out in slow, teasing drops.

I watch them slide down the length of him, catching in the crease where my fingers are tightening their grip.

Adrian groans deep in his chest, like the sound’s been punched out of him. His hips twitch, but he holds still, every cord of muscle in his stomach pulled tight like he’s one second away from losing it.

“Don’t run us off the road,” I say as I pull back my hair and lick my lips.

“I would never hurt you,” he moans.

God, he’s huge . Long. Hard. It’s the kind of cock that makes you forget your own name.

“Fuck, Vic,” he grits out through clenched teeth. “You look so sexy with your hand wrapped around me like that. Put it in your mouth before my heart gives out.”

I glance up at him, and the look in his eyes—feral, hungry, barely restrained—sends a shiver down my spine. He’s watching me like he didn’t expect his innocent little mate to be so damn naughty.

Wait until he gets a load of this…

I open my mouth wide and take him in with a moan.

God, he’s so big . My jaw stretches out as I push him in deeper, feeling his hard shaft sliding along my tongue.

I grip the wide base as I wrap my lips around him, moving my head up and down as he hisses out breaths. I keep moving along his thick length until I have to catch my breath and I pull him out with a gasp.

I look up, wanting to see if he’s enjoying it, and holy fuck. He’s watching me with a wild, feral look in his eyes. One that tells me he’s about five seconds from losing every shred of control.

“Don’t stop,” he growls, begging me to continue as he squeezes the steering wheel with those big hands. “Put that pretty mouth back on me.”

I drag my thumb through the slick drop of pre-cum beading at the tip and then take him back into my mouth. I love how he tastes, how he fills me up, how he’s making those sexy grunts and groans like he can’t quite believe what my mouth is doing to him.

“You’re killin’ me, Vic. It feels so good.”

I pull him back out and am stunned once again by the sight of his huge cock in my hand. He’s so damn large. So powerful. So utterly Adrian. I didn’t expect anything less.

I drag my tongue down that hard, velvety length until I feel him pulse under my grip. My whole body is throbbing, my core clenching with need.

He moans as I lick every inch of him from his round swollen head to his thick base to his sexy balls that I know are ready to unload into the back of my throat.

I want to feel it and taste it. I want him to cum in me. I want him to lose all control.

I take him back in, sucking him harder and deeper, my tongue swirling, my cheeks hollowing around him.

His hand slides into my hair and tightens around it, not rough, but commanding—like he needs something to hold on to or he’s going to fly apart. His muscular thighs flex as I take him in deep, every muscle in his body pulled tight like a bowstring.

I can tell he’s close to unraveling.

“ Vic ,” he rasps, his voice shaking now. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me…”

I pull back slightly, just far enough to swirl my tongue around his head, tasting his salty, masculine seed. I moan, low and needy, and the sound rips a curse from his lips.

“You’re my girl,” he growls. “There will never be anyone but you.”

I glance up at him through my lashes, lips wet, cheeks flushed. And the second our eyes meet, something snaps between us—like the last thread holding his control in place just burned away.

He shakes his head like he can’t quite believe this is happening. I can’t believe it either.

The tension in his body is so tight. Every muscle is flexed. It tells me how close he is. His breathing is ragged too. His jaw is clenched. He’s trying not to cum. He’s trying to draw it out.

But I don’t want him to.

I want him to lose it. For me.

“Don’t hold back,” I say as I pull him out and take a deep breath. “Give it to me. Please .”

I shove him back into my mouth and start sucking and stroking him with everything I’ve got. When I moan on his cock, it does it. It’s the last straw.

He growls low in his chest—raw and animalistic—while he shudders hard , his grip tightening in my hair, his whole body jerking violently.

And then he lets go.

I gasp when I feel it—hot and powerful, surging into my mouth. The pulse, the rush, the rawness of it all. It’s so fucking hot. My pussy aches as I swallow every bit of hot cum he gives me, feeling the warmth sliding down my throat and into my chest.

I love it. I love him. I love that I’m finally with my mate and this whole new world of experiences is now open to me. To us.

I can’t believe I get to experience it all with my lifelong crush. With Adrian.

I moan as I suck on his hard cock, trying to get every last drop out as he sinks into the seat, the tension releasing from his body like an open valve.

When we’re finally done, I reluctantly release him and sit back in my seat, wiping the corner of my lips as I sneak a peek at my man.

His eyes are on me—wild and dark and looking at me like I’ve just ruined him.

I can’t help but grin knowing I was the one who made this big powerful shifter tremble and moan.

It makes me wonder what else I can do.

And how fast we can get back to my place.