Page 21 of Marked By the Guardian
“I’ve never…No one…” Her voice was tentative, but he heard every word. “You really do love that.”
Language. Words. They came slowly, but hidden from sight, he could shape his mouth as a human. He could beat the bear back enough to stay a man. “I do,” he said. “I love. Your taste.”
He heard her shift on the bed. “Are you getting the condom? It’s right?—”
“Stay there!” The words were more of a bark, and he heard her still. “I’m trying not to explode. Just give me a minute.” He closed his eyes and breathed deep. Her musk continued to fog his mind, but it was muted in the bathroom. His joints settled. The fur receded. His paws settled into hands.
“Mark?”
Talk to her. Keep human. “Can we…” He swallowed. “There’s a position I really like.”
“Yeah?” There was curiosity in her tone. Maybe even delight.
“I like being able to touch you while I’m in you.”
“Um, okay.” She clearly didn’t understand, and he didn’t have the mental capacity to explain.
Instead, he focused on stripping out of his clothes. He found the condoms and suited up with shaking hands. And when he returned to her, she was still in that boneless, dreamy place. So pretty. So lush. What he wouldn’t give to see her like this every morning, year after year.
She smiled at him and pushed herself upright. “Mark,” she said, and there were layers of meaning in his name that he hadn’t the brainpower to understand. He heard tenderness and longing, maybe. Or maybe he just needed to hear it.
Swallowing, he stepped into the sunlight. Her eyes widened when she saw him. No part of him was small.
“I’ll go slow.”
She blushed a fiery red. “Don’t hold back for my sake.”
He grinned as he stepped to the edge of the bed. And when they kissed, he felt an urgency from her that startled him. As much as his blood thrummed in his ears, demanding faster, harder—now—she seemed to want it, too. And now. And…
Wow.
His hands were shaking when they separated. And when he looked in her eyes, they were dark with hunger, the air spicy with lust.
“Don’t be gentle, Mark. I don’t want gentle.”
Thank God because at that moment, his bear broke free. He kept his body human, but only barely as he flipped her on the mattress and lifted her to all fours. Then he pushed his hand between her thighs. She was slick as she opened for his penetration.
“Cant. Go. Slow,” he panted.
She arched her spine, offering herself to him.
He impaled her. A single deep thrust and her silken heat surrounded him. Her passage squeezed him—gloriously tight—and he leaned down to scrape his teeth across her shoulder.
“Mine,” he growled.
She keened, high and tight. Not in pain, but in that prelude to orgasm he’d learned a few minutes ago. He wanted to touch her as he had before, but the bear was in charge. It was pounding into her, thick and hard. His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place.
So good. The slide and the pull. Squeezing inside. Drawing deep. All to the sound of her gasps. Shorter. Tighter. Higher.
She bucked beneath him, writhing in pleasure. He rammed as deep as he could before doing it again and again.
And then she did it.
A high squeak that became a scream.
She convulsed around him.
He exploded inside her. All of him pouring into her.
