Betray the Bear (Bear Valley Shifters #4)(30)

“Anya,” he rasped, as the first warm, salty shot ran down the back of her throat. Throbbing, he stilled and yelled out as he found his release, and she reveled in her newfound confidence.

She climbed into his lap and curled against him, content that she’d finally been able to touch and taste him. His strong arms wrapped around her and held her so tightly, like he never wanted to let go. Nuzzling his chest, she smiled against the warm skin there.

“You’re feeling pretty proud of yourself, aren’t you?” Chase asked. The sound of his rich, baritone voice vibrated through his sternum and against her cheek.

“Yes,” she gushed. “I’ve wanted to do that for a while.”

“Mmm. What else have you wanted to do?”

She eased back to get a better view of his lips as he formed his tantalizing words. “You know what else.”

“Well, I can’t play just now, woman. You drained me.” He chuckled, but then his eyes darkened and the smile fell away. “Anya, is there anything you don’t want to do?”

The question drew her up short, and she frowned at the sudden change in his mood. She didn’t understand.

“Did Nathan do anything you didn’t like, that you wouldn’t enjoy with me?”

Oh, that. Chase should know her history and her heart. As scary as it was to let him in on her secrets, she wanted him to know all of her. “He liked to take me on my hands and knees while he watched other women. They would kiss, fondle, or sometimes just sit there, and he liked to use me to empty himself into. It usually hurt and I could never finish like that.”

Chase’s jaw clenched and he looked away. As seconds passed, and the shaking in his breath settled, he turned a careful gaze back to her. “Do you want to try that with me?”

“Will it hurt?”

“I wouldn’t ever hurt you, Anya.”

He’d asked if there was anything she didn’t want to do, and she’d told him, so why was he up for trying it with her? She obviously didn’t do it right and she wasn’t looking forward to the pain. But he seemed resolved to try for some unknown reason, and she trusted him. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad with a man she loved. “Okay.”

He lay back, pulling her on top of him until she straddled his hips. With a strong grip, he placed her open palms on either side of his face and arched up to kiss her. She wanted to lay against him, to feel his skin against her, but he repositioned her on her palms and knees again with patient hands. Then he kissed her again, slowly. Biting her bottom lip, he adjusted his hips until his erection, now rising again, rested on the opening of her sex.

He was so close, so warm and she rocked until the head of his shaft dipped inside of her. His hands gripped her waist and stilled her movement. He slid down the bed under her, trailing kisses along her neck until he reached her breasts. Sucking one into his mouth and flicking the hardened nipple with his tongue, he massaged the other with gentle affection. She groaned at the sensation and bucked forward longingly, pressing him inside her again. He allowed it, and his fingers dug into her hips like he couldn’t help himself. Just as she thought she couldn’t stay on her hands and knees anymore, he slid down further until his mouth reached her slick folds, and he thrust his tongue inside of her.

Her arms were beginning to shake and her legs, bent at ninety degree angles, were numbing with every minute of his affectionate attention that passed. A needy noise wrenched from her chest and he slid out from under her completely. When he was positioned behind her, he rubbed her backside and trailed biting kisses down her neck. A swell of anticipation filled her. Fear and excitement rolled into one mass of churning emotion inside of her.

This was already different. He was taking his time, making sure she was ready for him. She could feel him now, the tip of his warm cock pressed between her legs, and she shuddered hard enough to shake her shoulders. She wanted this.

Softly, against the back of her neck, he whispered, “Down on your elbows.”

She was already swaying forward and back with him, but kept her mind enough to do as he asked. Lowering herself down, her breath hitched as he slid into her slowly, filling her until she felt engorged with him. He pulled out and filled her again, but this time, the palm of his hand slid between her legs, and he pressed his fingers against her clit.

She groaned again as the sensation filled her, spreading until it took her stomach and warmed her arms.

“Look at me,” he rumbled against the sensitive edge of her ear.

“How?” she asked, turning her face.

Oh, there. The dresser mirror reflected them, and oh-my-damn, he was so hot she stopped rocking.

“I’m not looking at anyone else because I don’t need anyone else. Only you, Anya.” He rubbed a slow circle against her clit and she gasped. “You’re more than enough for me.”

Her eyes flew wide as he pulled out of her and she watched his shaft plunge back inside of her. It didn’t hurt. Not even close. It felt so good this way that the pressure of orgasm was already building.

“Harder,” she pleaded, watching his back flex with every thrust. She couldn’t take her eyes away from the lithe power of his contracting body.

He crashed into her and eased back slowly, then bucked into her again, over and over, and she was gone, completely lost in the stars somewhere. Release was ripping through her as she panted his name over and over to the rhythm of her pulsing release.