Page 64 of Bearly Hanging On


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I sat back on my heels, pulling free of her grasp and temptation, but right as disappointment registered in her expression, I spread her thighs wide, revealing the wet little secret between her legs.

“When you’re ready,” I replied.

“I’m ready.” She huffed that out. “Can’t you smell that?”

I could, her scent complex. Sweet, so sweet, but with a faint acrid undertone. Was that from fear, frustration, or reluctance? I didn’t know, but I wouldn’t make the mistake of mating her until I did.

“I smell this,” I said, right as my thumbs brushed her external labia. As I stared down, it was like watching a tight bulb slowly open into a flower. My fingers slipped through her slick, then used that lubrication to slide one thumb over the hood of her clit. “That you need a release.”

“Uh huh…”

Some savage part of me was pleased that she could barely breathe that out, so I moved my thumb faster.

“Let all the tension inside you go.”

“Mm hmm…”

When her hips started to move in time with my strokes, I knew I had it right. My other hand moved, sliding between her folds, then finding the core of her, tracing the shape of that opening I longed to shove myself inside. Instead, my fingers eased in, the process made so much easier by her copious slick.

“I want to pull my fingers free.”

She made a frantic sound, reaching to stop me, but I rewarded her by pushing them in deeper, then crooking them upwards. When I raked over that sensitive spot inside her, her hips bucked up off the bed.

“I want to replace them with my cock.”

“Yes…” she panted. “Yes…”

“You’d be full of me.” I pulled my fingers free just long enough to push another in, forcing her to stretch around me. A little mewl made clear how she felt about that. “More than just my dick. Harper.” I growled her name and her eyes met mine, all hazy. “You can’t just have my baculum.” I was raking across that spot with every thrust, my thumb stroking her clit faster and faster now. “There’s no way to have only a part of me. If I locked down inside you, I wouldn’t be able to stop.”

“Don’t stop…” she whined, her breaths coming faster and faster.

“My teeth will be in your neck, marking you as mine for now and forever.”

Her eyes went wide, focussing for a moment, right as I felt her clamp down. I wanted to tell myself that her body knew. That I was endgame for her, me and my sleuth. That she’d never want another man after us, but she wasn’t there yet. I couldn’t mate Harper when she was scared, angry, or just trying to pretend really hard she didn’t feel anything other than lust. I wanted, needed, all of her and wouldn’t be satisfied until I had it.

“You’re not ready,” I growled, my hands moving faster and faster, using shifter strength to pull feelings out of her no human could match. Her cunt fluttered around my fingers, searching for what she needed and forced to be satisfied with what I gave her. “Not yet, but right now, you’re going to come for me. Come, Harper.”

“Uh…!”

There was something almost sad about the sound, as if she’d lost something, right before realising what she’d gained. Her ragged sounds of ecstasy were the only song I wanted to hear going forward, music to my ears. I pushed through every wave of ecstasy, provoking more and more until finally she fell still. I eased my fingers free, feeling her shudder, then sat there,licking them clean, relishing the tangy sweetness, expecting her to collapse onto the bed with relief. Instead, she rolled into a seated position, moving towards me.

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten what I promised you,” she said in a fair approximation of a growl. That’s when I remembered the stakes of the race.

“Harper, you don’t…”

Whatever noble feelings I had were driven out of me the moment her lips touched the crown of my dick.

“Oh fuck… You don’t…” Words failed me as that golden pleasure I’d replayed over and over in my head since the night we all ended up in bed happened again. “OK, yes, you do.”

My hand went to the back of her head as if scared she’d pull off, but my mate needed no guiding. I heard her muffled gag, felt a pang of concern, right before her throat closed around me. This, I’d never forget this. If she rejected me, decided that becoming my mate wasn’t what she wanted, I’d remember this moment until I was old and ready to join the ancestors on the other side of the veil. Pleasure, indescribable, had every muscle locking down, right as I panted like a cub.

“Fuck, love…” My brows screwed up as my mouth fell open. “I’ve waited my whole fucking life for this and…” Her hand wrapped around the base, the firm pressure threatening to unravel me. “Still nothing prepared me for it. Making me… feel so… good…”

Her hand swivelled, following the path of her mouth as she pulled back, and right when I feared she was done, she’d swallow me back down again. Then her thumb had to move and press down on the baculum. The elders said we couldn’t eject it during a blow job, but right now, I was beginning to wonder. It ached, throbbed in time with my heartbeat, dying to jut out. Only the knowledge of how much it would hurt Harper kept it back.

“Harper…!”

I wanted to warn her, to protect her, and yet my hips moved in time with her bobbing head, matching her every thrust. My hands caressed her head, combed through her hair, trying my best to give her a tiny bit of the pleasure she was making me feel. My throat went dry as I felt it. Pleasure prickling in every cell as it felt like my whole body came alive. The way it felt when I took fur and went loping across the plains in bear form.