Page 29 of Luke: The Bears

“Because we’re having burgers tonight, if that’s okay? I talked to Sigh earlier and asked if we could get a small table on the deck for dinner tonight and he said he’d reserve one.”

“Oh, how cool! That works for me.”

Luke stepped close and drew her against him, his brown eyes ringed with amber. “Good. We’ve got a few hours until then.”

“A few hours for what?” she asked.

He took her hands and walked backward and she followed him into the house. He pushed the sliding door shut, then swung her up into his arms.

“You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, Valley.”

She loved how he said her name, with a growl like his bear was also saying it. “I feel the same way.”

He carried her into the bedroom and laid her on the bed, lowering himself over her.

“I want my fangs in your neck, sweetheart,” he said, his voice rough and rumbling with his bear. “I want you to be mine in truth.”

Heat rushed through her so fast that her breath caught.

He kissed her, tenderly at first and then slowly deepening, their tongues dancing together. He pushed up her shirt, his rough fingers grazing her skin. In between kisses, they stripped each other, clothes flying, and then he cupped her cheek.

His eyes were bright amber and she could see the hint of fangs between his parted lips. “If I mark you, that means you’re mine forever, Valley. Marking is like marriage for shifters.”

She shivered under his intense gaze. “Will we still get married?”

“I will absolutely ask you to be my wife too, I just want you to know that to my bear you’ll be mine forever once you’re wearing my marks.”

“And you’ll be mine?”

He nodded. “One thousand percent.”

“Then I want it. I want to be yours forever.”

She curled her fingers into his hair and drew him to her lips for another kiss. He settled over her, sliding one arm under her and drawing her close as his cock nudged her pussy. She wrapped her legs around his waist with a soft moan.

He kissed her like they had all the time in the world, and it felt like they did. She’d be perfectly happy if they never had to get dressed or leave the house. She was crazy about him. No one else had ever made her feel the way he did.

His hand moved up to her breast, his thumb circling her nipple until it tightened. She groaned and clenched her knees against his hips.

He kissed along her jaw and down the column of her throat. He licked across her collarbone as he slid his hand down her belly and between her legs. She arched up under him when he simultaneously took her nipple into his mouth and rubbed his fingers over her clit.

She trailed her fingers down his neck and shoulders. He was all thick muscle and heat, strong and solid above her.

He rubbed her clit and sucked on her nipples, alternating between them until she was writhing in his hold, her heels digging into the backs of his thighs, her body pulsing on the edge of pleasure.

He kissed his way down the center of her body, roughly pushing her thighs apart. He stared at her for a heartbeat, his gaze so intense she thought she might combust, and then he lowered his head and licked her clit. She nearly rocketed off the bed!

Laying his arm across her belly, he held her in place as he flicked his tongue over her clit and slipped two fingers into her heat. She spiraled to the height of pleasure so fast it was dizzying. Her whole body clenched hard, her stomach flipping as he fingered her hard and fast, laying his tongue over her clit and growling deeply. She fell into white hot pleasure so fast she barely had time to cry out his name before he was over her, in her, thrusting home over and over. His hands curled over her shoulders and held her against him as he kissed her throat and her jaw and her cheeks before settling on her lips and kissing her.

She wrapped her legs around him again, locking her ankles at his lower back.

He buried himself deep inside her and froze. “Mine,” he said with a snarl.

“Yes,” she gasped.

He kissed her once more, and then he drew out slowly, making her moan at the loss. He pressed back in with a powerful, deep stroke that made her arch up under him. She tilted her hips to take him deeper, and the rough sound he made as his cock went impossibly deep inside her sent heat spiraling through her all over again.

Each stroke felt like a claim.