He pumped his fingers in and out, my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
“I’ll treat you like my little bee, but if you want rough, I’ll give it to you rough. Especially now. With all those damn shifters out there talking about how sweet you are. They need to know you’re mine. I’ll mark you over and over, coat you in my come, let them smell my scent all over.”
This. Bear.
My body trembled. “Please.”
He smiled, fangs descending from his mouth. Bear took two long strides to the desk I had just organized for him yesterday and cleared it off with one swipe of his arm.
He ripped the rest of the leggings free, his dick bobbing as he did so. I could barely control myself, my body shaking in anticipation while I watched the come drip from the angry head.
It was red, dripping, and my mouth instantly watered.
“I think you need a taste first, hmm?”
I nodded, but instead of him lowering my head and putting his cock in my mouth, he gathered the come that was now at a constant drip on two of his fingers.
He growled, letting his arousal sit between us. “Open your mouth, little bee.”
My lips parted, and I sucked his fingers and felt his cock rub against my inner thigh.
“You want it rough, don’t you, baby? You want to feel me when you walk out of this room?”
I hummed around his fingers, letting go with a pop. He tilted me on my side, grabbing my ass cheek and moving my leg so he had the perfect view of watching his dick disappear inside me.
“You are always ready for me, so wet.”
His dirty words were like a drug. I never thought I would like dirty talk, but the way he spoke to me made me mewl for more. I pushed my chest out. He immediately latched onto my breast with his calloused hands.
“I like this position,” he grunted, sheathing himself deep inside me. “I get your ass, your tits, your face, all right here,” he said reverently.
My throat constricted before a voice not of my own growled, “That’s nice and all, but why don’t you hurry and fuck us like we really want?”
I slapped my hand over my mouth and stared at Bear in shock. His eyes widened for a moment before he smirked.
“Seems my mate has a sassy bear inside her.” Bear sank his fingers deep into my skin. I groaned, feeling his possessive hold on my body. I took hold of the edge of the desk, already predicting where this was heading.
I’m going to be thoroughly fucked.
Long, deep, heavy thrusts hit my cervix. I cried out at the stretch of his cock. He must have held back before because now I felt my vagina stretching far more than it ever had before.
My back arched, and Bear’s animalistic snarls and growls only made me wetter. I shattered as the thick mahogany desk moved inch by inch until it hit the wall on the other side of the room. Come was spilling out of me. He’d already come several times, and he wasn’t letting up.
Not that I wanted him to.
“More!” I cried, not caring if I sounded so desperate.
Days before, I would have given up by now, but my body felt stronger with more vigor than I could ever imagine.
Bear flipped me over and gripped the side of the desk, my back arching, accepting his girth. I could feel the droplets of sweat from his brow dripping on my back, and I cried out when he slapped my backside.
“Take all of me, mate. Let me in. Let me breed you. Fill you up until you are bred.”
I felt my fingers tingle, and through the haze of lust, I opened my eyes to see long claws elongate. I dug them into the wood, scraping them down the desk. Hair sprouted on the tops of my hand, and I roared out a cry when he fucked me with newfound vigor.
“Bear!” My pussy was pulsing. It was feeling raw, and my heart was pounding in my chest.
I wasn’t sure how much more I could take. My body was fading from both pleasure and this fresh change in my body. I was confused, aroused, and frightened.
