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Chapter 16

Horace

S he’s kissing me.

The woman of my dreams.

The object of my complete and total affection is rocking my world with the absolute best kiss of my life.

And suddenly, I realize I am standing there like a buffoon.

Move , my Bear commands.

So, I do.

I swallow her moan as I crush her to me. Her soft, plush body molds to mine and fuck, she is so damn sexy.

“You feel so good, Carina. So soft,” I murmur, kissing her earlobe and her neck.

Her hands are busy, and I move to accommodate her as she unbuttons my shirt and tugs the material out of my pants.

Fuck me.

“Is this too fast?” I ask, hating that I am even giving her an out.

“Not for me. You?”

“Not at all, Sweetheart. I’ve wanted you since the first time I laid eyes on you.”

Her pupils are blown as she looks up at me. Then she bites her bottom lip and nudges me until I feel the couch hit the back of my legs.

I sit, and she’s there, climbing onto my lap. And holy fuck, I think I could die a happy man right about now.

My hands reach for her plump ass, and I squeeze as she grinds her hot pussy against my hard as steel cock.

“So fucking sexy,” I say as I tug her close and drive my tongue into her mouth.

She flexes her hips, rocking that perfect, ripe cunt against my cock, and I swear I go cross-eyed.

I have her dress rucked up to her waist now and the feel of her is so good. So perfect. But it isn’t enough.

I need to see her. All of her.

My Bear agrees, as he paws at the ground inside the metaphysical plane where he waits.

I am looking for a way to get the damn thing open, but I’m so turned on I can hardly think.

“Sweetheart, how partial are you to this dress?” I ask, growling when she licks my neck and nibbles my ear.

“What?” she whimpers against my skin before sitting up to look at me with that lust-drunk expression on her gorgeous face.

“Fuck. I’ll buy you another one,” I tell her, and grip the material in my hands.

My chest is rumbling nonstop as I tear the dress from her hot as fuck body. And beneath it?

Fuck me.

Beneath it, my sweet Carina is incomparable.

Lush curves enveloped in scraps of silk and lace. Her breasts are so full, they spill over the delicate cups of her bra and leave my mouth watering.

I reach for the front clasp and fumble with it at first. Then it clicks open, and she is bare to me.

“Fucking perfect,” I growl and suck one plump bud into my mouth.

“Oh my,” she moans, clutching my shoulders and arching her back.

I pay attention to her every response, and my need for her grows by leaps and bounds.

Cupping her tits, I squeeze and mold, licking from one to the other. Her natural fragrance increases with her arousal, and I am so there for it. For her.

Sweet basil and sunshine .

I switch our positions so her fine ass is seated on the couch as I slide to the floor.

The fact she’s practically naked and I’m still wearing most of my clothes isn’t lost on me.

I take off my shirt, noting the ways her eyes widen as she takes me in.

I’m a big man. A Shifter. Mostly, we are all pretty fit. But I’m a Bear, so I am thick and don’t have all those clever little cuts and definition other Shifters have.

Carina doesn’t seem to mind. Her gaze is rapt and her tiny hands reach for me. But I am on a mission of my own.

“Lay back. Scoot your hips forward. Good girl,” I rumble.

I am licking my lips as I tug her panties down. Then I press my hands against her knees, opening her legs wide.

Fuck.

She smells so good.

Looks even better.

Her pussy is topped with neatly trimmed brown curls, and I am glad she isn’t bare.

My woman looks like a woman. I know instinctually that I will never get enough of her.

“Mine,” I growl, eyes on her as I lean forward and lick her from her glistening slit to that needy little bundle of nerves that seems hard and ripe, just begging for my attention.

“Oh fuck! Horace,” she moans, and opens her mouth.

Encouraged by her reaction. I do it again. I lick into her, using my prehensile lips to curve around her clit. I tug and rub and drink her down.

My Carina is all sweetness and fire.

She tastes like mine .

It’s all I can do not to come in my pants as I make a feast of her.

As it is, my cock is leaking precum all over the place. I flex my hips against the couch, trying to relieve some of the pressure.

I am dying to get inside of her, but I am not stopping.

Not for anything.

Not until I taste her orgasm on my lips.

Mine. Mine. MINE.

“You taste so good, Carina, Are you gonna be my good girl and come on my tongue?” I ask, shoving two fingers inside her tight little slit.

“Horace,” she gasps my name, and my Bear is rumbling with excitement.

I curve my fingers, searching for that special spot deep inside her.

I know when I hit it because she almost flies off the couch, but I have my other hand on her hip, keeping her right where I need her.

I fuck her on my hand, using the flat of my tongue to lave at her bud. Eating her like this is like a dream come true.

My woman tastes like the perfect combination of sin and heaven. I can’t get enough.

“Oh my god! I’m c-coming,” she yells and arches, pressing her sweet pussy into my face.

Driven by need, I push down my pants and fit my dick to her entrance.

“Can I have you, Sweetheart? If the answer is no, tell me now,” I say, and my voice is rough with my animal.

Please don’t tell me no.

But she deserves a choice, so I am going to give her one.

“I haven’t been with anyone in almost two years. But if you want me to, I mean, shit, I actually don’t have any condoms,” I admit and falter, but she keeps her eyes on me and runs her hands up my arms and onto my shoulders.

“I’m clean and I’m on birth control. It’s been a—a while. But if you want me, you can have me, Horace. You can have me any way at all,” she says, and pulls me down to her.

“Oh, I want you, Carina. So fucking much,” I growl and slam my hips forward, driving into her with more force than I meant to.

But this woman is made for me. She doesn’t shudder or push at me.

No. She wraps herself around me. Pulls me closer. Opens those thick fucking legs that drive me wild even wider.

And she takes it.

She takes me.

All of me.

And I know I am in love with her before I bottom out.

I catch her cries with my mouth, then I move. And it’s like nothing I ever felt.

Being inside Carina is the single best experience of my life. She cries and pants, the sexiest little sounds. And I love knowing that I am the one drawing them out of her.

My position is awkward. I am still on my knees, and she is hanging off the couch.

I grab her hips and drag her completely off, so she is basically sitting on my dick, which is fucking perfect.

“I’m too heavy,” she says, eyes wide.

I growl and narrow my eyes, flexing my hips. Then I stroke against her clit and all worry leaves her face, replaced by something else. Something needy and primal.

Carina moans and allows herself to fall more heavily onto me, and fuck, the flood of her arousal coats the tops of my thighs.

“So wet for me, aren’t you, Sweetheart?” I groan as I grab her ass, pumping her up and down on my cock.

“Yes. Feels so full. So good,” she says, and just like that my dick gets even harder.

“That’s it. Come for me,” I growl as her pussy tightens, squeezing me so good.

Her eyes meet mine. Beautiful, velvet orbs that are so trusting, so damn sweet as she opens herself up and gives me everything.

She is so gorgeous as she comes undone.

Carina’s pleasure is contagious. I chase mine while she is still in the throes of hers, and it is better than anything.

Before I know what I’m even doing, I have her wrapped in my arms and my fangs are embedded in her flesh.

I should be panicking, but I’m not. Because this feels so right.

Claiming her as my mate is what I was born to do. But I didn’t tell her. And I have to.

“Oh, wow. That was so good,” she whispers, and I can sense her shyness returning.

Her hands press against my shoulders, but I can’t speak yet. I just grunt and squeeze her tighter.

She thinks she’s too heavy, but she isn’t.

She’s just right. Soft in all the ways that make me crave her, strong in the ways that matter, and completely unaware that she’s been mine since the moment I first saw her.

I’m built to protect and cherish her. To worship her with my body and covet the perfection of hers. Every single curve, every inch of her, was made for me. She just doesn’t see it yet.

Now, I just have to convince her of that fact.

Oh, and there’s the small matter of my secret.

Probably should have told her already.

Definitely should have told her before she said I could have her.

Before I touched her, kissed her, let her skin warm beneath my hands like she was meant to be mine forever. But she is.

Mine. All mine.

Before I get into that. Before I tell her about the claws and fur and fated mates—I’m going to make her see stars for the rest of the night.

Then, when she’s breathless and wrecked and finally starting to believe she’s everything, I’ll explain it all to her.

That I’m hers.

That I’ve always been hers.

That I turn into a nine-foot-tall Bear when my mood is right.

And that she is my one true and fated mate.

If nothing else, I have Uncle Uzzi’s app to prove it.

I just can’t fuck this up.