Boarlander Silverback (Boarlander Bears #3)(26)

But her face fell, along with her heart, because it still didn’t feel finished. Stupid law. It wasn’t right. Wasn’t fair.

“You aren’t like the bear shifters. Your bite won’t Turn me,” she whispered, trying to understand why anyone would take this away from Kirk. From his people.

“No,” he said, his Adam’s apple dipping into his muscular throat with his hard swallow.

Not fair. Not right.

His gaze dipped to the mark she’d made, then to her tattoos. He traced the script in her half-sleeve of ink. Remember. Her reminder to never give into the darkness like Mom had. Eventually, she would tell him the story of every one of the tattoos, because he deserved to know all of her. That was the biggest gift she had to offer, and no one had come close to it before.

Kirk blinked slowly, then lifted an inhuman gold gaze to hers. “Turn around,” he murmured.

The sound of his deep timbre brushed up her spine and gave her a delicious shiver. Slowly, she gave him her back, arching it so she could feel his erection against her sex. Resting her hands on his knees, she looked back over her shoulder so she could watch his face when he saw all of her ink for the first time.

He dragged that sexy gaze down every inch of her tattooed back, then lifted her by the waist to take in the rest that curved around her hips and down one leg. And when he was through, he sighed and settled her entrance right above the head of his cock. She’d never had sex like this, backward and on a lap, but she trembled with the excitement of being with him again.

Positioned over him, she lowered down and took half of his length, then eased off with a moan. Kirk tensed under her and let off a soft, rumbling noise from his chest. He brushed his hand over the outer edge of her tattoos, then gripped her waist hard again and pushed her back over his dick. With his knees, he spread hers wider and slid into her again, deeper.

“Oh, my gosh,” she whispered at the intense sensation. Nothing had ever felt like this before.

Kirk set the pace with one hand, dragging her waist against him as he moved inside of her, and with his other brushed up her ribs and cupped her breast. With a gasp, she closed her eyes and bowed against his touch. Slowly, he pulled her back against his chest, and clamped his teeth over her shoulder, hard enough to burn but not break the skin.

Against the law…

Fuck a law that would strip rights…

Want to be with him…

Only him…

Teeth, teeth, teeth, gentle kiss…

Tease…

“Kirk,” she gasped out breathlessly as he moved within her, pushing her closer to climax with every stroke.

He sucked hard on her skin, and she could feel them now. Sharp teeth. Too sharp. Elongating. Kirk dragged them against her skin, and now the light was too bright, the sound of the waterfall was too loud, the sound of her pounding heartbeat deafening. She clutched onto his hand as he massaged her breast, desperate to keep him tight against her because she was falling. Her stomach dipped into the water, and she arched her neck back and cried out as her ecstasy intensified. “Please,” she whimpered, her skin lifting in chills under his teasing bite. “Claim me.”

The pain was instant, warring with the first pulse of an orgasm that seized her entire body. Deep throbbing pulses of pleasure drummed against resonating fire that sparked at the nerve endings in her shoulder. His teeth drove into her easily, so sharp, four puncture wounds that drew a wince from her.

Kirk released her skin and pulled her against him so hard it left her breathless. He bucked into her fast, and his body was hard as stone. He rested his forehead against the back of her neck and gritted out her name as his dick throbbed inside of her. Warm, so warm. Kirk grunted a sexy, out of control sound as he rammed into her again and shot more heat into her. Powerful legs, abs going rock hard against her back, arm so tight around her, like he never wanted to let go. And now he didn’t have to.

She was claimed.

As her orgasm pulsed on, encouraged by his own release, she smiled in potent relief.

Fuck what she’d been through and where she came from. Fuck all her mistakes. This right here was the moment she would be better, because now she had a reason. Kirk deserved a mate who was whole and strong, not broken and feeble. And what an empowering experience to be picked by a man like him. Strong, capable, dominant silverback shifter who could’ve had anyone in the world. And for whatever reason, he’d sifted through her rough edges and found her good parts. He’d seen his future in her.

Kirk made her feel normal, cared for, and safe.

Safe.

That word had meant nothing to her before she’d met him, and now she understood. It was warmth, security, and confidence. It was walking through the flames of loneliness and being shielded from the burn by the man she adored. It was relaxing into the idea that the other shoe wasn’t going to drop. That the bad was over and done. That she’d paid her dues and now she was bathing in the reward. That if she fell asleep against him, she would wake up whole and shielded from the grit of the outside world.

Caring for the injury he’d caused her, Kirk ran his tongue over the four puncture wounds on her shoulder. It was an animalistic need to take care of her, and she loved it. He hadn’t said it yet, but Kirk loved her too.

Now, neither of them had to be scared because they were bound.

Let the law try to take this away from them.

She would bring hell to earth to protect what she and Kirk had found.