Mated to the Wilde Bear

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.
Xavier slowed the pace and pushed into her slowly the first time, but Laurel bucked, encouraging him. “Please,” she whimpered,
her desire giving her courage. “I want all of you, too.”
Xavier slammed into her, and she bent her knees, hooking her ankles around him to hang on. She lost herself in the fast pace,
the wildness of it. With each new thrust, she inched closer to the edge. She could feel the freefall waiting for her on the other
side, and she sprinted for it. Desperate to fly.

Xavier hovered just above her, whispering encouragement as he drove into her. His broad shoulders practically shone in the
moonlight, and she ran her hands over them to his back, hanging on as he took her higher and higher. She’d never felt more
beautiful, more wanted, than here and now. Completely accepted. And he was completely hers.
She reached up, running her teeth over the smooth skin of his shoulder. Unmarred. Unmated. But not for long. Her fox urged her
to do it, to give him the bite she knew his bear would consider a mating mark.
“I’m going to come,” Xavier said, his voice ragged, and she eased back. She didn’t need to bite him to know her fox already
thought of him as hers. Instead, she dug her fingernails into his hips and squeezed her ankles, riding the tension as it built inside
her. Just knowing he was close was enough to send her up and over.
“Come with me,” he said as the first shot of warmth spread inside her.
Laurel flung herself off the edge, her body soaring as the orgasm rocketed through her. Xavier bucked over her, his thrusts
slowing as he held himself taut, shuddering with each new wave. Laurel heard herself cry out with the intensity, and when the
last of it had ebbed, she let her hips fall back to the grass. Full of him. Full of Xavier Wilde.
She’d barely caught her breath when his lips found hers again, trailing tiny kisses across her mouth and over her cheeks and
nose. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, dipping low to nibble on her earlobe.
She smiled as his breath and teeth tickled her skin, edging away until he found a spot on her shoulder instead. He planted warm
kisses everywhere he could reach, and she lay there, floating on a buzz of happiness.
She couldn’t believe it. He’d seen all of her, and he’d wanted her even more afterward, red fox and all. She closed her eyes, a
happy smile spreading over her face. This was what it was like to be accepted completely.