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Without thinking, he rolled, pushing her to her back and then placing his body atop hers. He
was careful to keep his weight from her body, but he needed the closeness and dominance that came
from their position.
Mine, he snarled. His gums ached as his fangs descended and pushed past the flesh. They
emerged in preparation of what was to come. The bear wasn t taking any chances. The animal wanted
Ty ready when it came time to bite Mia s shoulder. It still grumbled about their interrupted mating at
the clan s gathering place.
Mia spread her legs, and he eased between them. With the juncture of her thighs exposed, the
musky, heady scent of her arousal surrounded him, and his cock somehow hardened further. She
cradled him perfectly, his dick aligning with her fragrant slit and he couldn t wait to possess her.
Memories of the salty sweetness of her cream assaulted him. Those were quickly followed by
thoughts of her slick sheath wrapped around his fingers, milking his digits.
She rocked against him, sliding her heat along his rock hard shaft, and he cursed the presence
of his shorts. He wanted skin on skin, hands exploring, and mouths trailing in their wake. He d seen
pieces of his lush Itana, but he wanted her laid bare before him.
Yours. Forever yours.
The words struck him, delved into his chest and wrapped around his heart. Emotions he d been
holding in check burst free and soared through his body. He met her gaze, taking in every detail of her
expression and cataloging it. They d only have one claiming, one chance to make it perfect and mind-
blowing, and he didn t want to fuck it up. She was his. Forever his. Mia s eyes filled with so much
love and need, the feelings bored into him and swept away the remnants of his hesitation.
Make me yours, Ty. Not because they want you to, but because you can t live without me.
Hope shone in her gaze.
I can t, Itana. Emotion clogged his throat. I could never live without you.
Here he was, big, bad Itan and yet he felt the sting of tears. He d never dreamed he d end up
with a mating like his parent s, never imagined he could find someone who completed him, but he
had.
As the words passed his lips, Ty lowered his head and pressed a gentle kiss to her mouth. His
cock still pounded and throbbed in his boxers, demanding release, but he refused to be rushed by his
bear or his body.
He traced the seam of her lips with his tongue, silently begging her to open for him. And then
she did; she admitted him to a slice of heaven. He delved into her depths, tasted and explored every
inch of her mouth. Her natural flavors, the sweet honeydew that seemed to invade her, burst across his
taste buds. He moaned and pressed deeper, hunted more of her arousing essence.
All the while, Mia s hands explored him, sliding over his arms, clutching his shoulders and
grasping his back. She clung to him, tiny human nails digging into his skin and his bear rumbled in
approval. It wanted to carry their Itana s marks.
Mia sucked on his tongue, and he groaned, imagining her sucking his cock. Slick, hot and wet,
it d be heavenly as she pleasured him. And he imagined her pussy would be even better.
Easing their kiss, he pulled away from her all too tempting lips and moved back until he knelt
between her spread thighs.
She d worn enticing lingerie to bed every night after her father s demand. She had been trying
to tempt him into breaking and tonight s outfit was no different. The silk and lace clung to her
abundant curves. Her breasts spilled over the delicate cups meant to keep her flesh contained.
Instead, it accentuated her lushness, tempting him with their inability to keep her mounds captured.
The smooth fabric that stretched across her stomach enhanced the dip of her waist and flare of
her wide hips. The nightie rose high across her thighs, and when she spread her legs farther, the hem
crept up more. Now her familiar, flimsy panties were revealed to him. She seemed to have a pair in
every color, but one thing remained consistent: they revealed more than they hid.
The lace snaked its way over her hips, across the rounded mound of her stomach and then faded
into a solid, slim panel of silk that hid her treasures from his gaze. The ruby fabric was darkened near
her center. Her cream soaked the delicate weave and teased him with what it concealed.
His cock pulsed, anxious to be buried inside her clutching wetness.
Ty slid his hands along her knees, noting the smoothness of her skin beneath his callused palms.
A tremor danced through her body, and he immediately lifted his hands. Are my palms too rough?
Mia struck lightning fast, rising until she could grasp his wrists, and she forced his hands back
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