He laughed inwardly, realizing Fate had a sense of humor, giving him a woman named Liberty and repeated signs about America. Every harsh thought he’d had about the country faded from existence as he soaked in the sight of his woman.
Mine.
The thought of an immortally long commitment didn’t send him running with his tail between his legs. It turned him on more.
She bit her lower lip as she raked her gaze over him. “I cannot believe I’m about to do this with you.”
“Me either,” he said, leaning over her, his fingers going for the clasp in the front of her bra. He stared into her brown eyes, looking for any sign that she’d changed her mind. He found none. He unhooked her bra and her breasts spilled out.
His bear side stopped pushing for freedom and froze within him, as if it was as swept up with the sight of her gorgeous tits as he was.
Not a shock.
It had a thing for berries, and her deep pink nipples were very berry-like.
Rurik was tempted to sample them, but he wanted to finish unwrapping his prize first. He touched her panties and lifted his gaze slowly, meeting hers.
She nodded, and he eased them down her with deliberate slowness, wanting to keep his shifter side in check. He stopped mid-thigh.
He grabbed his cock, which was still partially out of his open jeans, and swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry at the sight of her sex. She kept a small strip of deep brown, neatly trimmed hair there.
His bear side felt as if it was close to breaking free from him in a way that would leave the human side of him nothing more than a husk of torn flesh on the floor when it was done, never to be seen or heard from again.
Rurik glanced at the ceiling and began thinking of something—anything that would keep him from shoving his face in her pussy and feasting upon her. If he didn’t get a handle on himself, the entire event would be over before it started. That, or he’d end up standing in her bedroom as a fully shifted bear.
That would go over great.
If you want this to happen, knock it the fuck off, he scolded, directing it at his bear side.
Instantly, it stopped, choosing instead to hover just below the surface, enjoying the show nearly as much as the man.
Liberty spread her legs more, and his hard-fought control shattered. Rurik gave up trying to stay in control and gave in to his baser needs. He moved onto the bed partially, bending and putting his face to her sex. He inhaled, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as her scent washed over him once more.
He tugged her panties down her body with slow deliberation when all he really wanted to do was shred them and get to the good stuff. Tossing the panties aside, he focused on her center, already slick with wetness.
A smile tugged at the edges of his lips a second before he lowered his face and licked her slit. She jerked on the bed, nearly coming up and off it. Rurik slid his arms around her thighs, effectively locking her hips in place as he continued. With his tongue, he traced small circles over her clit, eliciting moans from her. He released her thighs and then speared her with a finger, quickly marveling at her tightness.
Feeling how tight, hot, and wet she was confirmed what he already knew. He wouldn’t last long once he was in her.
Hell, he was barely hanging on as it was.
Liberty bucked as her inner thighs began to quiver. He smiled against the pad of her pussy and then licked a line to her entrance. As the taste of her sex coated his tongue, Rurik growled, fighting the urge to not only ram himself deep in her but to shout “mine” while doing so.
The animalistic need to mark the woman as his, to brand her for any other supernatural male to know and understand who she belonged to, was nearly overpowering.
Not until she understands fully, he reminded himself.
They needed to have a long talk before he went and did something irreversible like claiming her, but there was no fucking way he could stop to concentrate on the best way to reveal the total truth of it all. Not when his face was quite literally buried in his version of heaven.
He pushed his tongue into her and used his thumb to massage her clit.
Liberty jerked more on the bed, her dark gaze centering on him. Looking up the length of Liberty as she watched him pleasure her orally painted an erotically stimulating picture. One Rurik wanted to freeze in his mind to draw on later. There was a hell of a lot of chicken-choking milage he could get out of such a memory.
“Rurik,” she whispered, her breaths coming in shallow pants, as her hands found the sides of his head. She ran her fingers into his hair, holding his face to her mound.
If he had to pick a way to die, it would be just as he was—mouth to her core.
He increased his actions, darting his tongue in and out of her as he kept rubbing her sweet spot—kept drawing moans of encouragement from her.
She cried out, arching her back, her legs clamping onto the sides of his head as her orgasm struck. Her body shook and her core tightened around his tongue.
He swallowed down the torrent of her cream, growling as he did. His cock sprang free fully from his jeans. Reaching down, he adjusted to keep the open fly area from scraping the underside of his shaft. With a frustrated growl, he stood, kicked off his boots and socks before shucking off his jeans. He kicked them aside and stood there, staring at his mate as she lay fully naked on the
