Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 23578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
No…
Stop…
My bear is not stopping. He wants his mark on her neck and he doesn’t care what he has to do to get it.
I glance at the long mirror on the other side of the room and gasp when I see golden eyes staring back at me. I’m a fucking monster.
I’m stuck mid-phase—my arms, shoulders, and chest swollen in size. Long brown fur is covering my tattoos. My sharp canines are pressing against my lips, making me look like a beast. I spot my furry hands and curse my bear when I see long black nails torn through my fingertips and resting on my girl’s delicate skin.
Look what you’re doing, I scream at him.
He roars back.
I try to force him back in, but he doesn’t move. It’s like trying to shove a giant boulder. He’s unshakable.
Meanwhile, my girl is still riding me, taking every thick, long inch as she moans and cries and cums on repeat.
Mark her, my bear demands. Mark her. Now!
I don’t want to lose control with my angel. Not like this. Not now.
But my fucking bear doesn’t care what I want.
He wants her marked.
He wants it now.
And I don’t know if I can stop him.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Lainey
His dick keeps getting bigger and thicker and longer as I ride him. I’m taking every inch, feeling more full than I’ve ever felt in my life.
Julian is struggling to control himself, struggling to control the beast inside, but I can’t stop riding this big, perfect cock.
I moan as my pussy pulses and cums on him. I don’t think I’ve stopped cumming this whole time. It’s like one long never-ending orgasm.
His body is half monster—furry arms, hulking frame, eyes shining like gold, but it’s only turning me on more. I slide my pussy up and down his dick, not stopping when I see his teeth growing and sharpening, not stopping when I feel his claws sharp like nails on my bare thighs. I can’t stop. It feels too fucking good.
His face twists up in agony from his bear. I don’t know how to help him, but I want to try.
I cup his stubbly cheeks as I slide my clenched pussy up and down his cock, and look into his golden eyes. “What is it?” I whisper.
His hands tighten on my ass and I moan when I feel his claws close to piercing me.
“What is it, Julian?”
Those sexy golden eyes drop to my neck and I know instinctively what he wants. What he needs. What I need.
The needy spot on my neck tingles more than ever. It vibrates through my whole body, taking over.
I need his mark on me. I need it now.
“Do it,” I beg, kissing his lips. His teeth feel so strange on my mouth, but it’s so hot. It’s so sexy. “Do it. Mark me.”
He’s trying to hold himself back. I can tell by the way his body is getting all tight and rigged.
But I don’t want him to hold back. I’m his mate. I can take anything he gives me. My body was made for this moment.
“Mark me,” I say as I throw my head back, exposing my neck. “Mark your girl. Mark your mate.”
He lunges forward with a possessive growl and sinks his teeth into the tingling spot.
I cry out, instantly cumming on his dick as he latches onto me, marking me as his own.
He thrusts his big cock up, his body shuddering and convulsing as he cums deep in my pussy. I cry out again when I feel his hot cum surging inside me.
The tingling on my neck turns to a warm comforting glowing feeling as he holds on, his teeth buried in my flesh, his cock cumming in my cunt.
He releases my neck with a contented growl and the incredible feeling spreads through my body, mixing with my orgasm and making me feel like I’m floating away. It’s only his big possessive arms wrapped around me that tell me I’m still here with him.
I roll my hips—drowning in the pleasure—as I watch his eyes return back to that beautiful shade of green. His shoulders and arms slink back down, the fur disappearing and his sexy tattoos coming back into view.
I kiss his warm mouth and moan at the familiar feeling now that his teeth are back to normal. His hands slide up my back—his fingertips soft now that his claws are retracted.
I have my Julian back, but it’s better now. It’s more certain. It’s permanent.
His mark is on me. He has my cherry.
We’re one now. We’re mates.
And there’s no going back.
I rest my head on his chest, smiling at the comforting sound of his heart beating for me.
He wraps his arms around me, pulling me into him.
Warmth surrounds me—his scent, his touch, his love.
My eyes grow heavy and my body sinks into his right where it belongs.