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“Okay.” She works her hand over the top of my dick, coating her palm in my fluid, then sliding it against my shaft.

I buck my hips up into her grip because fuck me that feels good. I’m gonna blow soon because her touch is too perfect. Her hands are impossibly soft, but her pressure is perfectly firm.

“So good, Sweetness.” The scent of her arousal hits my nose and I inhale deeply. Nothing has ever smelled better. “I’m going to come,” I growl. And then I do. A ridiculous amount of come shoots on my belly and all over her hands.

“Wow,” she says. But it sounds more like a moan.

I want to spread her out and lick the wetness from between her thighs. I know it’s there; I can smell it. Makes me wonder if she’s got a wet spot on the front of her panties.

Finally my coming stops. Then a sharp pain rocks through me. I double over.

“It didn’t work, did it?” she asks.

“I don’t think so. Still hurting and still hard.”

She stands and goes to the sink to wash her hands and wets some paper towels to clean me up.

While she’s cleaning the come off my stomach and dick, she bites down on her lip.

“I can smell your arousal,” I say.

Her eyes flick to mine. “You can?”

I nod. “How wet are you?”

She takes a shuddering breath. “Very.”

I wince and ride out the next wave of pain. “Would have been nice if anyone would have told me about mating heats and what to do about them,” I grit.

“Give your bear what he wants,” she says. She stands and removes her leggings and panties in one motion.

“You don’t have to do this, Aspen. I’ll be fine.”

“It’s my fault you’re in this condition. I shot you.”

“You shot a bear that was charging you. It was the right thing to do.” I stare at her bare legs, then glance over at her discarded clothes. “Hand me your panties.”

She turns to pick them up and that’s when I see the bear tattoo on the meaty part where her hip joins her butt.

“Bear tattoo.” It’s the shape of a bear but filled with the outlines of trees. It’s elegant, beautiful. Seeing a bear mark her skin sends a growl up my throat.

She turns to face me, panties held in her hand. Then she holds up her right leg. “On this ankle too.”

That one is just an outline of a bear; inside though is the Ursa Major constellation.

She lowers herself to the ground. “It’s really sexy when you growl.” She hands me her panties.

Immediately I bring the damp cloth to my nose and inhale. “Honey. You smell like honey.”

She straddles my legs, bringing her bare, drenched pussy right over my aching cock. I grip her hips.

“You really don’t have to do this,” I say again.

“I really kinda do,” she says, meeting my gaze head on. “I’ve never been this turned on and I really need a climax.”

“Let me taste you, Sweetness. Let me lick all the cream from between your juicy thighs.”

“No. This.” She rubs herself against me, our fluids combining and further lubing me up. She whimpers when my cock brushes against her clit. Then she’s positioning me at her entrance and slowly lowering herself onto my dick.