Chapter 11 - Marcus
Mine.
Christine Parker, with her honey-blonde hair and soft curves and heart big enough to forgive a broken man his sins… She's mine. My mate. My salvation.
And she's a virgin.
The knowledge nearly breaks me. This incredible woman has never been touched, never been claimed, and I'll be the first and only man to know her body. It makes the bear roar with satisfaction even as the man in me trembles with the responsibility.
"Marc?" Her voice pulls me back to the present, to the vision of her spread before me in the back seat of my truck, half-naked and waiting. "Is something wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong," I manage, my voice so rough I barely recognize it. "You're perfect. So fucking perfect."
Her panties are the last barrier between us, and my patience is gone. I hook my fingers in the waistband and tug, but my control is slipping. The fabric tears with a sharp ripping sound that makes her gasp.
"Sorry," I pant, staring at the ruined cotton. "I'll buy you new ones."
"It's okay," she laughs, breathless and beautiful. "Those were my cheap ones anyway."
"I'd have ripped them no matter what they cost." The confession spills out, raw and honest. "Can't control myself around you."
The bear is clawing at my control, demanding I claim what's mine. I can feel it just beneath my skin, fur rippling beneath thesurface, claws straining to emerge. But I can't shift. Not now. Not when she's finally mine.
"Take off your pants," she says, her blue eyes dark with desire. "I want to see all of you."
I comply immediately, standing as much as the truck cab allows to unbutton my pants. Her eyes follow every movement, her breath coming faster as I push the fabric down my legs. When I straighten, still in my boxer briefs, she reaches out to trace the hard line of my erection through the cotton.
"Oh," she whispers, her fingers exploring with a hesitant curiosity that makes my cock throb painfully against her touch. "You're so big."
"All for you, sweetheart."
I push my boxers down, freeing myself, and her eyes widen at the sight. I know I'm larger than average—another gift from my bear genetics—and for a moment, I worry that I'll hurt her. That her first time will be painful instead of pleasurable.
But then she spreads her legs wider, an invitation that breaks the last threads of my restraint.
I'm on her in an instant, positioning myself between her thighs, the tip of my cock nudging against her entrance. She's so wet, so ready, but I force myself to go slow. To be gentle with this gift she's giving me.
"Look at me," I command, needing to see her eyes as I claim her. "I want to watch you take me."
She obeys, those blue eyes locking with mine as I begin to push inside. Her warm pussy makes me grit my teeth against the urge to thrust deep. I can feel resistance, the physical proof of her virginity, and I pause.
"This might hurt," I warn her, brushing hair from her forehead with a tenderness that surprises even me. "Just for a moment."
"It's okay," she whispers, her hands gripping my biceps. "I trust you."
I push forward, breaking through the barrier that marks her as untouched. She gasps, her body tensing, and I freeze, letting her adjust to my throbbing cock.
"Breathe, sweetheart," I murmur, pressing kisses to her face, her neck, anywhere I can reach. "The pain will pass."
"It's not bad," she says after a moment, her body relaxing beneath mine. "Just... different. Full."
I start to move then, small, shallow thrusts that gradually deepen as her body accepts me. The sensation is unlike anything I've ever experienced, not just the physical pleasure, which is intense enough to make my vision blur, but the emotional connection. The knowledge that I'm the first man to see her like this, to feel her like this.
The last man who ever will.
"You feel so good," I groan, increasing my pace as her discomfort gives way to pleasure. "So perfect around me. Like you were made for me."
"Marc," she moans, her hips lifting to meet my thrusts. "It feels... oh God... it feels amazing."
