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rock solid. He pushed firmly against her, rocking his fabric-clad dick along her cleft.
Does that feel like I don t want you, Lauren? He flexed his hips. I want you, baby. More than
anything, I want you.
Van, she whispered.
Then her mouth was on his, lips soft and supple while she slid her tongue into him. His bear
reacted in an instant, roaring in approval, reveling in her aggression.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer and he did the same, encircling her
with his arms while pressing their bodies together. Not an inch separated them, her lush breasts
against his chest, her hard nipples teasing him. The seductive flavors of her arousal permeated the air,
covering him with her desire.
He wanted to sate her need, her craving.
He let his touch shift to her ass, cupping what he could and kneading the areas he reached. The
globes were full and soft, begging to be nibbled and maybe someday& spanked. He d love to see her
butt flushed red for him.
His cock pulsed in his jeans, a shudder of need racing down his spine, and he fought back the urge
to come. Damn. He needed to leave those thoughts for after he d taken the edge off with an orgasm.
Lauren tightened her legs, squeezing him while digging her heels into his ass.
Fuck. Maybe ten orgasms.
Van caught the hem of her shirt and dug his hands beneath the fabric. He needed skin, needed to
touch her without a barrier. He wrenched at the garment and finally& ah, his fingers slipped over her
silken flesh. He stroked and petted her as their kiss continued. He refused to give up his prize.
He let his touch wander along her spine, tracing the delicate line until he got to her bra. Damn it.
He didn t want any barriers. He allowed one finger to shift and transform into a sharpened claw. It
took one slice and then the back of that bit of fabric fell away.
Lauren pulled away from him, sucking in a harsh breath. Van. She shuddered, panting against
his lips, imbuing him with her scent. We-we should go inside.
He wanted to say, Fuck yeah. Instead, he simply said, Yes.
No sense in scaring her with his intensity before they were tied together for eternity.
Chapter Twelve
Lauren trembled from head to toe, her legs shaking. She allowed Van to help her down from the
railing, didn t protest as he led her through his home. They passed the familiar walls, decorations
she d traced with her fingers not long ago, and the places that held new, frightening memories.
And yet, with Van at her side, it meant nothing. No matter what, he wouldn t let anything scare her
or allow anyone to hurt her. He was hers, lock, stock, and big scary teeth.
Even knowing about his inner-bear, she wasn t afraid of him. He d already proven he held control
over the animal, that it wouldn t hurt her when it came out. It d taken her petting pretty well.
He was also ready to fight for her, going claw to claw with another bear to keep her, keep her
safe.
So, he got a little furry now and again. So, what?
Van led her into his bedroom. He released her hand and reached around her to softly close the
door. Her gaze drifted over the massive, wood-framed bed and other furniture that matched. She
ignored the discarded clothes and carelessly dropped towel. Considering the state of the room when
she d last seen it, she figured he must have thrown everything aside to hurry to her. Her attention
swayed to the open bathroom door, hints of the gleaming tile visible.
Okay, maybe the so what was a tad premature.
Overwhelmed, she wobbled a little. Van?
He pressed his front to her back, wrapping his arms around her waist, and she took the comfort he
offered. Right here. I ve got you. You re safe.
Oh. Right. That s what she was feeling. The tight chest, thundering heart, blood racing through her
veins. Panic. A panic attack. Air heaved in and out of her lungs. The oxygen was there, but her body
didn t want to absorb it.
We shouldn t do this, Van murmured against her hair before dropping a soft kiss to her head.
You re still
Lauren shook her head. She wasn t a child. She just needed& I m fine. She turned in his arms,
stared into his midnight eyes. It seemed his bear hung out close to the surface more and more. Show
me that you can love me. Take away the fear. I know it s irrational
Baby, there s nothing irrational about being afraid of a predator. Nothing. In a fight between a
human and a bear, even a cub, the human isn t the one winning. You should never look down on
yourself for having a good dose of fear when it comes to us.
She weighed each word, saw the sincerity in his gaze, and nodded. She d felt so stupid for
freaking out over a child. A kid, she was scared of a kid. With super sharp teeth.
Claim me, she whispered, begging.
His skin darkened while a new heat burned in his gaze. Mine.
Van backed her up, forcing her to retreat and shuffled across the room until her legs collided with
the bed. Even then, he nudged her, sending her flopping onto the soft surface.
Mine. He bared his teeth, his canines a hint longer and sharper than before.
A shiver snaked down her spine. Of fear? Desire? Terror? Need?
God, all of the above.
He licked his lips and she recalled his taste, the warmth, sweetness and heat that came from his
mouth. She took him in with her eyes, letting her attention drift over his muscular body. Starting at his
shoulders, she slowly meandered until she got to the bulge between his thighs.
Would his cock be as delicious?
She ached to find out.
Lauren?
A blush stole over her cheeks at being caught staring and she returned her attention to his face.
Huh?
Are you sure? Questions lurked in his gaze, inquiries that stretched beyond. Are you sure you
want to do this?
Are you sure you want me?
Are you sure about belonging to a bear?
Are you sure& ?
Yes. She nodded to punctuate her agreement. She moved her hands to the button of her shorts,
toying with the button for a moment before un-snapping it. She lowered the zipper, easing it down and
then spreading the two flaps. I m sure.
His eyes were pure black, nothing of the human half of Van visible in his gaze. He was all bear.
He fisted his hands, uncurling and curling them, while his body remained still as stone.
Van? She hooked her fingers in the waist of her shorts and nudged them lower. Not a lot, but
enough to expose another inch of skin. She could go this far. She could bare part of herself to him.
She wasn t sure if she was ready for his penis in her vagina.
Oh god, she mentally rolled her eyes. Had that thought really drifted through her mind? Lame.
Lame or not, it didn t remove the hint of fear at exposing herself that way. Hands, mouths, they
were intimate, but him being inside her was so much more.
Lauren. He drew in a ragged breath. I need you. Crave you.
She got her hands beneath her and wiggled toward the center of the bed. Sitting there, she reached
down and grasped the hem of her top. She whipped it over her head, her destroyed bra going along
with it. Then claim me.
Breasts bare to the room, the cool air caused her nipples to pebble and harden in preparation of
his lips.
Damn, baby. He whipped his thin, worn shirt off as well, exposing his body to her gaze. Muscle
after muscle drew her attention, the rippling strength holding her captive. She counted his abs, gaze
sliding farther south with each rise and fall of his muscles.
Carved lines at his hips disappeared beneath his jeans. That had her wondering what else lurked
underneath the fabric. The bulge at the juncture of his thighs was large, hinting at the size of his cock,
but that didn t tell her if he was cut or uncut. Whether he was long and thick or long and thin. Fuck it,
she didn t care.
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