Page 47 of Step Brother Bear

I whimper, ceasing my useless resistance.

“My mate, you’re so wet for me.” His fingers part me, strumming me softly. “God, am I starved.” With one swift yank, he pulls my pants and panties off my body.

I yelp, my ass stinging from the cold beneath me. Derek hangs my legs over his shoulder, falling to his elbows, and licks his lips with an inhumanly long tongue—a bear tongue, in fact. He covers all of me with one swipe, the rough texture of his mouth causing me to cry out before he’s even started.

“So sweet. Like honey,” he murmurs against me. He always says that. I doubt it’s true. I wouldn’t mind if he told me I tasted like fish since he loves the stuff, but he insists my pussy is the barf of bees.

I throw my head back, watching the twirling colors above my bear, who draws sonnets with his tongue through my cunt. It’s wonderful, poetic maybe, and as my orgasm barrels through me as violently and beautifully as the northern sky, I feel as close to heaven as ever before.

Derek doesn’t stop until I still. The moment he releases me, I flip to my front, pants still around my ankles. I attempt to pull them up as I make it to my feet to flee. Of course, the action is futile. In a matter of seconds, Derek swings his arms around my waist and throws me to the ground, settling on top of me. “Now, what do you think you’re doing?”

“I let you have me.”

He chuckles, warm against my neck. “Let me?”

“Okay, maybe you forced me,” I grunt, still attempting to crawl away from underneath him.

“Forced you?” He tsks. “You can’t lie to me, little bee.” He pulls me against him.

I groan as his bear-sized cockhead pushes against my entrance from behind. I should try to fight him more; we both love this game, but I’m a weak, weak woman, and I want his knot stretching me until I’m at the brink of crumbling. I brace for him, just in time for him to thrust inside of me, quick and without mercy. I cry out to the desolate nature around me, birds flapping from their nighttime roosts in the distance.

“Giving up so easily?” He asks, his smile at the lobe of my ear as he drives his way home.

I don’t respond, clutching through the snow beneath me to ground myself.

He halts his thrusts.

I whine. “What the fuck?”

“Tell me I win.”

“No.”

“Then I’ll stop.”

I buck my hips backward, needing him to finish what he started.

He laughs. “Come on, now. Don’t be a sore loser.”

“I let you win.”

He arches his hips away from me, popping free. “But nonetheless?”

Like I said, weak, weak, woman. “Fine! You win!”

He wastes no time, pounding inside of me with built-up momentum. “That’s a good girl,” he croons, his slaps echoing across the snowy world around us. “Fuck!” he cries, his body tightening on top of me. The anticipation of the release shatters my newly-built reserves, and I crumble beneath him, shuddering as he fills me, his knot expanding against my entrance and tying me to him.

He collapses next to me, pulling me into a tight embrace. We catch our breath together, a light snowfall tickling my cheek. I shiver. Derek pulls me tighter, shifting so the bottom half of him is a furry, warm animal. His human face nestles into my curls. “God, I love you,” he whispers.

I chuckle. “What happened to the scary monster that chased me through the forest?”

“You fucked him away.”

“You did most of the fucking. I just took what was given.”

He runs a clawed hand up my arm. “And you did such a good job taking it too.”

I shiver, not from the cold, but from the words. He kisses down my neck, and I squirm, my body still sensitive. He hisses as I accidentally pull myself free. “I wasn’t ready to be separated from you.” He drags me closer.