Page 45 of Mated to the Mountain Bear (Bear Protector #1)
ZARA
L ooking back over my shoulder, I see it happen. The last trace of the man I know disappears completely. His eyes are pure, glowing amber now, and his features have sharpened into something more primal. Ben is gone. Only the beast remains.
Adrenaline courses through my veins, but not from fear. I want to see him lose control. I want to know what this strong man really wants to do with my body, what he’s been holding back.
“Mine,” he rumbles against my skin, dark and possessive.
Nodding eagerly, I push back against him. If I’m his, then he’s mine.
Curling my hips up, I pull him deeper and gasp, his size stretching me wide and lighting up every nerve ending.
The growl that bursts from his chest sends vibrations through my entire body, including where we’re connected, and I cry out at the intensity, my arms trembling as I try to hold myself up.
“More.” I demand, and my bear gives me what I want, rocking his hips forward and pushing, inch by inch, inside my yielding body.
His massive bulk keeps me pinned, even as I writhe under him, struggling to adjust to being so completely filled. It’s like he’s everywhere, taking over my body, owning me.
“That’s it, Zara. Take it all.” His voice is strained, barely human.
Ben holds me steady, one hand sliding around to circle my clit, while he pulses in and out in slight movements, so I can adjust. His hungry gaze stays fixed on where my body’s stretching around him.
“You’re doing so well.” He praises, his movements gathering momentum, his thrusts becoming deeper and faster. My breathing turns to sharp pants, each one punctuated by the drive of his hips.
“Yes, Ben, yes.”
Bucking back to meet his thrusts, I need him to take me harder. I reach back, trying to touch him, and he catches my wrist, pinning it to the small of my back. The position forces me down onto one shoulder, changing the angle, and I cry out at how deep he reaches.
“Harder. Show me it’s you, only you.”
His grip on my wrist tightens as his other hand finds my hip. A roar shakes the cabin walls, primal and possessive, and turns my insides molten.
He releases my wrist only to slide his arms under me, pulling me up and back against his chest. I’m on my knees now, completely impaled on him, my back to his front, as he holds me in place. One arm bands across my chest while the other hand grips my throat loosely.
“This is what mates have.” He growls directly into my ear, his beard tickling my neck, his breath, hot on my cheek, punctuating each word with a thrust. “Every night. Every morning. This connection, this need.”
The angle has him hitting spots inside me I didn’t know existed, and I can only hold on as he takes what he wants. My head falls back against his shoulder, completely surrendering to his control.
“Mine to take whenever I want.” He rumbles, his amber eyes meeting mine in the mirror across from the bed. “However I want.”
The sight of us together, him so large and powerful behind me, controlling my every movement, sends me spiraling toward release.
Just when I’m about to shatter, he stills, pressing deep, as he finds his own release.
The feeling of him pulsing inside me, marking me from within, finally sends me over the edge.
Content and trembling, I slump forward, but he’s not done. Still hard inside me, he lowers us both to the bed, arranging me on my stomach with a pillow beneath my hips. His solid chest blankets my back as he moves again, slower this time, but no less intense.
“Mine,” he says again, as he sets a steady rhythm. Everything is tighter in this position, and with his weight behind me, I feel completely surrounded and thoroughly claimed.
“Yes, yours.” I agree, moaning into the mattress.
He shifts suddenly, gathering my wrists in one large hand and pinning them above my head. His free hand palms my breast, then slides down to where we’re joined.
“My mate. My everything. Mine to worship.” He growls, his voice rough with emotion. His fingers find my clit, and I shatter again, only his weight keeping me in place.
“That’s it.” He praises, never stopping his rhythm. He covers me completely, surrounding me with his warmth and strength, as he chases another release. “So perfect for me. Made for me.”
He comes with my name on his lips, pressing kisses to my spine, as he empties himself inside me again. We collapse together, his arms banding around me like steel.
“Ben,” I whisper as he curls around me, brushing my hair aside. “That was...”
He says nothing, but his hand slips between my legs, gently pushing his seed back inside me each time it threatens to escape. The gesture is so primal, so possessive, that it makes me shiver.
“The city’s going to be hell,” he mutters after a long moment, his voice more human now. “Too many people. Too much noise. Can’t protect you properly there.”
I turn in his arms, pressing my face to his chest. His heart pounds steadily beneath my cheek.
“It’s just for a few days,” I remind him softly. “We’ll handle what we need to and come back.”
“My bear hates it.” His hand cups the back of my head, fingers tangling possessively in my hair. “But where you go, I go.”
His grip tightens, and I feel him hardening against me again. Bear shifters and their stamina. Something tells me he’s not nearly done showing me exactly what it means to be his.