Mated to the Wilde Bear novel Chapter 13

It had been too long since she’d offered herself and never like this. She felt like a volcano ready to erupt.

“I need to feel all of you,” Xavier said in a ragged breath. His hand ran down the length of her, stopping to brush her already hardened nipple, and she moaned. He dipped his head and captured it in his mouth instead, and she closed her eyes, floating as he licked and sucked.

His hand wandered lower, fingertips trailing over her hips and thigh until he found her wet center. His thumb brushed over her clit. Laurel could only writhe against him in anticipation.

It wasn’t enough. Everywhere he touched left a trail of tingles, a promise to please, and still, it wasn’t enough. She gripped his hips and yanked him close, bucking her hips to his even as his finger pushed inside her. “This is what I want,” he told her, his breath hot against her ear.

“It’s yours,” she promised him, her breathing just as ragged as she began climbing toward the peak.

His rhythm stalled and she could have cried. “Can we—?” he began.

“I’m on the pill,” she managed to get out, already knowing what he meant, and Xavier stole her breath with another kiss. He went back to work on her with his hands and Laurel sank even further into the cool relief of the grass at her back as the fire continued to build inside her.

Like an answer to prayer, Xavier repositioned himself so that he was directly over top of her and she closed her eyes, breath hitching in anticipation. “God, you’re so fucking wet. Where have you been hiding, woman?” he grumbled. But instead of the usual shame and fear, she felt at living in hiding, Laurel grinned.

“I’m right here,” she said, drawing him down for another kiss. When the head of his cock brushed her folds, she almost cried out in release. Years’ worth of sexual frustration already had her at the brink.