Page 17 of Snatching Jackie (Wintermoon Shorts #5)

JABARI

S he tastes so good. So sweet. Fucking delicious.

Her essence coats my tongue, my lips, my beard—the honey-sweet flavor of her arousal still lingers, making my dick throb with need. The scent of her pleasure surrounds me, making my bear claw for control.

I want to go back down there and lick her pussy a little longer, to feel her thighs trembling against my face again, to hear those beautiful sounds she makes when she comes apart for me.

But I force myself to stay on top of her, my body hovering over hers, memorizing every curve, every dip, every beautiful inch of her.

Jackie is so beautiful—everything about her captivates me.

The fullness of her breasts rising and falling with each breath.

The softness of her stomach, a perfect pillow for my head.

Those thick, powerful thighs that I want wrapped around me every night for the rest of my life.

The way her soft brown skin rests against the sheets, like she’s made of the richest earth, fertile and life-giving.

But it’s not just her body. It’s her confidence, her spirit, her gentleness, her beauty, the way she accepts herself completely.

The way she’s staring into my eyes right now, so vulnerable and open, stirs emotions within me that I can barely contain.

My bear and I are in perfect agreement—we would die for this woman.

I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure she’s the happiest woman in the world. She deserves nothing less than total devotion, total worship.

I lick my lips, savoring the lingering taste of her essence. Her flavor bursts across my tongue again—tangy, sweet. It makes me even more ravenous for her. My bear agrees, urging me to take, claim, and possess.

Her chest heaves, nipples still hard from my attention earlier. A light sheen of sweat covers her body, making her skin glisten. Mine. Our bedroom. The thought makes something primal stir within me.

She reaches out and strokes my cheek, her fingers brushing through my messy beard, tracing my jawline with a tenderness that makes my heart ache. Her touch is soft, almost reverential, and I lean into it like a starving man.

“I want more,” I say, my voice deeper than usual, rough with need. “I want more of you.”

She smiles at me weakly, clearly tired from her orgasms, but her eyes shine with desire, pupils dilated, showing me that she wants this as much as I do. Her lips, swollen from my kisses, part slightly.

“I’m yours,” she whispers, and the words sink into my skin, branding me from the inside out.

Those two simple words send a surge of possessiveness through me. Mine. She’s finally acknowledging what my bear has known since the moment we first caught her scent on that cruise ship. She belongs with us, to us, and we to her.

I reach down between our bodies, gripping my dick, feeling its weight and hardness in my palm.

I slide the swollen head along her slick heat, coating myself in her wetness.

She’s so ready for me, still trembling from her orgasms. She’s swollen with need, slick and inviting.

I tease her opening, circling slowly, watching as her breath catches each time I brush against her clit.

Then, slowly, gently, I begin to slide inside her.

I take my time, inch by careful inch, watching her face for any sign of discomfort.

The warmth of her body welcomes me, her pussy stretching to accommodate my size.

I’m not small, and she’s so tight around me that the pleasure is almost painful.

I have to grit my teeth to keep from slamming into her, to keep from letting the beast take complete control.

The instant I fully enter her, my bear wakes completely. The headache that’s been plaguing me vanishes—all that matters now is Jackie. Just Jackie. The feel of her around me, the scent of our combined arousal, the sight of her beautiful face contorted in pleasure.

I watch her face carefully as I push deeper, nervous that my size might hurt her.

She tilts her head back, exposing the smooth column of her throat, her eyes closed in concentration.

Her full lips part on a silent moan, and she moves her hand from my face to grip my arm.

Her nails dig into my skin, leaving half-moon impressions that my bear celebrates. Marked by our mate.

“Are you okay?” I ask, pausing my movements, buried deep inside her heat. I’m trembling with the effort it takes to remain still.

“Yes,” she breathes, her voice barely audible. Her eyelids flutter open, meeting mine. “I’m fine. Don’t stop.”

The sensation of being inside her is beyond anything I’ve ever experienced in my existence.

Her warmth surrounds me, accepting me, claiming me just as surely as I’m claiming her.

Each tiny movement sends sparks of pleasure racing through me.

My bear wants to breed her, make cubs with her, ensure our lineage continues through this perfect woman who has ended our long loneliness.

I start sliding in and out of her, creating a steady rhythm that rocks the bed beneath us.

The wooden frame creaks with each thrust, a primitive percussion to accompany our lovemaking.

Jackie is quiet at first, her eyes closed, breathing heavily with each stroke.

I watch the way her breasts bounce slightly with the force of my movements, how her body accepts mine again and again.

Every exhale feels like a gift—evidence that she’s here with me, that this is real, that Fate has finally blessed me with my mate after so long.

Gradually, little sounds begin to escape her—small whimpers and gasps that drive me wild. Each noise is like fuel to my desire, proof that I’m pleasing her. Her hands roam across my chest, mapping the hard muscle beneath her palms.

I press my forehead to hers, my breathing coming out ragged as I pump in and out of her.

My rhythm intensifies, becoming more urgent.

Moans escape me, primal sounds I can’t control—deep growls and grunts that echo in our bedroom.

My hands begin to shift slightly, the transformation triggered by my heightened emotions.

Claws emerge to dig into the mattress on either side of her, tearing through the fabric.

I’m careful to keep them away from her skin—I would never forgive myself if I hurt her.

The pressure builds inside me, a coiling tension at the base, in my balls, throughout my entire body.

I can feel my dick swelling even more inside her, preparing for release.

And then I feel it—Jackie climaxes around me, her inner muscles tightening in waves, milking me, drawing me deeper.

Her back arches off the bed, pressing her soft breasts against my chest. Her thighs tremble around my hips, and she lets out a cry that’s music to my ears.

The sensation nearly destroys me. Her pussy squeezes me impossibly tight, the wet heat of her pulsing around me in perfect rhythm.

Pressure builds in my balls, the urge to release becoming overwhelming.

When I finally let go, the explosion of pleasure is so intense that my vision blurs at the edges, sparks of white light dancing across my field of vision.

I pump my seed deep inside her, my hips jerking with each pulse, my growls becoming louder as I mark her from the inside.

But I don’t stop. I keep stroking in and out of her, riding the waves of my orgasm.

“Jackie,” I say her name, a benediction, a promise.

She lets out a whimper, her body shaking, legs trembling, hands quivering against my skin. But it’s not enough. I want more. Need more.

I pull out of her and grab her legs, lifting them in the air. I position them against me, pushing them back slightly, then slide my dick back inside her. Her pussy is thick and slick now, coated with her come and mine.

I press my palms on either side of her, positioning myself over her with her legs pushed back.

Then I start slamming myself in and out of her, deeper, harder, faster than before.

She begins to scream, her voice rising with each powerful thrust. The sound echoes off the walls of our cabin into the open night.

I don’t care who hears—let the entire clan know I’m claiming my mate.

“Oh God! Oh yes! God!” Her cries are like fuel to my desire, pushing me harder, faster, deeper.

Her hands scramble for grip, first clutching the sheets, then reaching for my arms, anything to anchor her as I drill into her.

The sound of our bodies meeting mixes with her cries and my grunts into something primal and raw.

I’m consumed by the need to claim her, to mark her as mine in every possible way.

Each thrust is a declaration: Mine. Mine.

Mine. My hips snap forward with bruising force, but her body takes it all, accepts all of me.

Her breasts bounce with each impact, her stomach trembles, her thighs quiver against my chest.

The bed creaks dangerously beneath us with each powerful thrust. I’m like a man possessed, a feral beast unleashed. My bear claws at the surface of my consciousness, demanding more, pushing me to stake our claim completely.

I drive myself toward another release, feeling it build in my balls, throughout my entire body.

The pressure is almost unbearable, a delicious torture that makes me growl with each breath.

When it finally breaks, my orgasm crashes over me in waves of blinding pleasure.

I roar with the force of it, my hips still pounding into her as I fill her once more with my seed.

But still, I don’t stop. I keep pumping into her, even after coming twice.

The pleasure is so good, I don’t want to stop—can’t stop.

It’s like a hunger that can’t be satisfied, a thirst that can’t be quenched.

Jackie spreads her legs, moving them from my shoulders back to the mattress on either side of my hips.

She grips my arms tightly as I continue pouring myself into her.