Chapter 10: Love Me
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"Look at me, baby," Marcus stared as her lust glazed eyes slowly opened.
He made sure she was watching as he cupped both her fabulous breasts in his hands. His Leya's eyes widened as sensation registered and her swollen lips parted on a moan.
Marcus growled out loud then and seized her mouth like a pirate plundering the richest of treasures. She tasted of the wine they shared at dinner and something sweeter, headier, that made him groan.
"Oh God," she moaned as his hands travelled south. He cupped her throbbing s*x over her clothes. Heat seeped into his skin.
Her panties were thin and damp and more than anything he wanted to rip them off. Roarrr. She dropped her head, allowing him access to her long neck and that soft dip just below her collarbone. He grazed her flesh with his teeth, tracing the hollow with his tongue.
She whimpered as he lifted the hem of her dress. He rubbed her mound with the heel of his hand. Loving the tremble that coursed through her body.
She made a deep, mewling sound. Marcus groaned in response. He wanted to make a meal of her right there.
The ding of the elevator sounded, and the doors opened. He swung her up into his arms. Thank God, the hall was empty. He hated the idea of anyone else seeing her like this. All soft and unguarded. And his.
She was so sweet, his mate. Sweet and sexy. Hot as f**k. Marcus wanted nothing more than to take her right there. To bury his c**k so deep in her tight, wet heat that he'd need a f*****g map to get out again. Mine. Mate.
The roar in his head was so loud he could hardly hear her moan as she struggled to press closer to him. Her lips found his neck and he growled as she sucked on the skin there.
She wants you, take her. He'd never experienced such desire, never thought the promise of such pleasure was possible. She slid down his body and opened the room to her suite.
Her soft hands travelled tentatively over his chest and stomach, tracing the outline of him through his shorts. He growled and tossed his head back, loving the feel of her as she touched his body.
He wanted her more than he wanted air. Which was why it shocked the s**t out of him when Marcus found himself standing just inside her hotel room with the door propped open.
"Aren't you coming in?" her lust filled eyes met his, a questioning look that made his heart squeeze.
"Not yet, baby."
"But-"
"Honey, I don't know what kind of f*****g idiots you used to date, but right now I'm thanking God for them. You were cheated, but I'm not going to cheat you, I want you-"
"I want you too-"
"And I am so f*****g happy to hear you say that, but not like this, not in a mad frenzy. When we make love, and have no f*****g doubt that we will, I want you to be sure. I want you to be ready."
"But I am-"
"What you are, baby is too damn hot for words. You're killing me," he said when she pressed into him and dropped a kiss on his throat.
"I thought you were going to show me what the fuss was about, Marcus? Changed your mind?" She looked up at him with her heart in her eyes, and he could have roared aloud.
"Never that, baby," he rubbed his fingertips along her throat and up to cup her face, he needed her to focus, to hear him.
"You're mine, Leya Tremayne," he growled and pressed his lips to hers.
"Marcus?"
"I'm looking forward to showing you what the fuss is all about, baby. I'm gonna f*****g dream about it all night."
"Then why are you leaving?" Her frown was so damned adorable he wanted to nibble on her lower lip.
She didn't know it yet, but he had no intention of leaving her anywhere. She was his. For good. He just had to convince her of that.
"Baby, I want to do this right. Will you let me?" he nibbled her ear and kissed her jaw, nearly forgetting his decision to slow it down a bit when she moaned.
"Oh f**k," he groaned. Maybe he could leave her with something more. It might just kill him, but what better way to go?
He pressed his mouth over hers, walking her backwards to the wall. Marcus growled, delving his tongue inside her hot mouth as his hands found her again under the skirt of her dress.
The little scrap of silk she wore did nothing to disguise her heat. He gripped the fabric and tugged, tearing it from her lush body.
Fuck yes. She was wet and hot. Needy for him. Only me. Mine. He slipped his fingers over her lips, parting them. He traced her moist softness, swallowing her moans as she whimpered and turned boneless in his arms.
Leya gasped as he slipped one digit inside her tight heat and stroked slowly. Oh f**k. He circled her swollen bud causing her to grind against his hand.
She moaned, and he increased his pace, f*****g her with one finger while toying with her swollen clit with the other. In and out, swirl and tug, again and again until he felt her shiver and grip his neck in a tight embrace.
Her back arched and she cried out. Marcus growled, his c**k instantly hardening, responding to her soft cries. His fingertips itched as his bear pushed to release his claws.
Biting wasn't the only way Werebears claimed their mate. No, they scratched, bit, f****d, coating their mates in their scents. It was primal and instinctive. His Bear wanted nothing more than to mark her. MINE!
His entire body thrummed with desire. His human side fought his Bear to remain in control. Fur can't bring her pleasure, he reasoned with the Beast. The Bear was only too happy to let his human half see to her needs. He just wanted to claim her already. A sentiment the man echoed.
Marcus nearly caved into the demands when her soft hands gripped his wrist, urging him on. He shook like a boy, almost breaking the promise he made to himself. He wanted to plunge right into her moist heat, barely stopping in time.
This is for her. All for her. And it was worth every bit of torture as her breathing grew frantic and her cries more desperate. He felt the instant she shattered beneath him and his Bear roared in triumph! Pleased to give his mate such pleasure.
"Marcus," she moaned, and he let her ride out her orgasm. Promising himself there would be more soon. Very soon.
He slowed the kiss. Coaxing her shivering body back down to Earth with soft, soothing touches. The scent of her musk mixed with his scent filled his nostrils. So f*****g good. Grrr.
"But you didn't?" She was gasping for breath, confusion marring her azure gaze.
Marcus kissed her softly, savoring her flavor on his lips. She was perfect for him.
"Baby, that was all for you."
"Marcus, I told you, I'm ready-"
"Sweet, you have no idea how difficult it is for me to walk out that door," he started.
"Then don't, stay with me," she pushed into him. Her soft body tempting him beyond reason.
"Leya, I promise, we're going to do this together, sweet. Just let me set the pace, you won't regret it."
"How can I after what you just showed me? Never before, Marcus," she looked down and bit her lip.
"Was that your first time, baby?" he whispered in reverence.
"No man has ever made me feel like that," a blush crept across her cheeks, but he'd be damned if she was gonna be embarrassed.
"You're a treasure, love."
"You mean you're not, turned off by that?"
"No f*****g way. If the assholes who knew you were too selfish to see to your needs, they never deserved you. I'm so honored, baby, you picked me. Thank you so much for giving me this here and now. I promise you; this is just the beginning."
"Are you sure I can't?"
"Not tonight, sweet. Trust me."
Doubt filled her blue eyes. Marcus frowned. He wanted to rake his claws against the idiots who'd made her feel insecure. The ones who passed up the chance to be with her. At the same time, he wanted to thank them for saving her just for him.
Possessive much? Hell yeah! Still, he wanted her to see herself as he did, a beautiful, sexy, and vibrant woman, someone who deserved to be loved for who she was.
A "vacation romance"? Hardly. She was f*****g his. Forever. Fated mates.
What about your big furry secret? That was a separate issue. Leya had to accept that he truly wanted her as a woman first, then he'd work out when to introduce his Bear.
"Okay," she said, and he saw the moment she decided to trust him. He exhaled and squeezed her waist, thanking God she said yes.
"I'll be here first thing in the morning to take you out on our second official date."
"Second?"
"Well, yeah."
"Okay," she conceded, "dinner counts, even if we didn't eat."
"Oh, baby, I ate. I devoured that sweet mouth of yours, little one," he grinned and nipped her lip making her smile and shiver in return. Good. She should always smile.
"We'll go swimming, then I'd love to take you hiking to this little spot I found last time I was here."
"Does this hike end with a nice view?"
"Breathtaking," he answered, but he wasn't talking about the hike.
"Sounds good," her lips tilted up in a smile that stole the breath from his body.
Dazzling. He pressed his mouth to her lips and kissed her softly before nudging her further inside and closing the door. Marcus groaned.
Fuck. Time for another cold shower.
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