Chastain’s fingers dug into her thighs and spun her up around his hips; he pivoted, walking her to their kitchen and setting her on the counter beside the fridge. Her fingers clung to the bare muscles of his shoulders, taking in his scent, his animal pheromones. Everything inside of her shook as his hands popped the button of her jeans.
How could he still make her feel this way?
Shanna’s nails tore down his chest as her jeans peeled down her hips. Chastain growled for her, that deep rumbling that could only come from a real animal—a bear. She stole a glance at his eyes.
Deep chestnut flashed at her, possessive and hungry.
And he popped her up before her bare cheeks dropped against the cold counter. His growl redoubled as he nuzzled Shanna. Rough scrapes of his new beard prickled along her jaw and throat, his wide mouth easing the sting on her skin. The fabric of her loose shirt lifted with the sweeping of his hands up her body, his jean-clad cock pressing into her.
Imitating his growl, her nails dug into his ass, forcing him to rub against her.
God, his teeth nipped at her flesh, making her convulse under him.
And then Chastain reached behind her, opening the cupboard and pulling the miniature honey-filled bear out in his hand. The top flipped open with a flick of his thumb.
Shanna swallowed, chest heaving as he drizzled it along the tops of her breasts, sending a cascade of honey over her hardened nipples.
His thumb caught a dollop and smeared it over her lip before popping it into her mouth. Sweetness melted across her tongue as she sucked on his thumb, licking the pad with the curve of her tongue.
The grumbling growl of his vibrated against her as his chest met hers, spreading the stickiness between them, and his mouth came down onto hers.
Hot pleasure overwhelmed her, and then his hands were at her hips, pulling her forward to the edge of the counter, against his newly bared cock.
Yes. She’d been waiting for this all day; dreaming about him busting into work and pulling her into an empty office, claiming her on the company letterheads. Not bothering to be quiet because she’d never be able to.
The head of his cock slipped between her folds, just barely entering her. Chastain’s broad fingers wrapped in her red hair, yanking her head back as his mouth found the smear of honey across her flesh, his cock finding the honey at her center, filling her completely and then some.
God, he was so big. The whole of him, bear-sized even in his human form.
Her fingertips trailed the long slope of his spine, over his round ass and hips as he thrust into her, as his mouth dissolved the honey coating her right breast.
Heat ricochet through her body, tightening and twisting her insides.
Moans gushed from her as he pulled her knees up, sharpening the angle of her core around him so that he could penetrate her more deeply. He knew how to play her body with expertise, rubbing that knot of pleasure inside of her until she popped.
Towering over her again, his body flexed and rolled, calling to her like a search light in the haze. She leaned into him, tongue peeking out tentatively to capture some of the honey still smeared across his chest. Her mouth skated over his skin, teeth finding his nipple.
His inhuman groan rattled the livewire inside of her.
Chastain always seemed on the brink of transformation, like she drew the animal out of him or barely kept him at bay.
One of these days she’d break him loose, and he’d make her like him.
Her thighs spread wider; trembling in preparation, ready to come at his command.
God, the jerk of his cock meant soon. She whimpered in submission as he whispered the command into her ear, heavy across her skin, restricting around her until she burst, clamping and grabbing him as he worked through her, ravaging her pleasure.
His final burst inside of her flung her against him, barely able to breathe.
Shanna stroked her back. The residue between them a promise for more. His fingers reaffirming her thoughts.