Needing to be inside her, to feel her around him, Beau moved with preternatural speed as he got to his knees and turned Lucy onto her stomach. Positioning his mate on her hands and knees as she fought to catch her breath, he ran the tips of his fingers lovingly down her spine.
Throwing her long mane of curls over her shoulder, Lucy snared him with a look of pure lust. Her eyes aglow with her the power of her lupine alter ego, his sexy mate grinned. “Like what you see?”
“Very much.” Kissing the small of her back, Beau let just the tip of his tongue tease the soft, heated skin. Rolling his eyes upward, still taunting and tasting, he was thrilled to find her eyes half-lidded, and her lips open in a pant. “And I intend to make everything I see mine…forever.”
“Then make me yours, my big bear mate.”
At the sound of Lucy’s sassy retort, something deep within him broke free. Leaning forward, Beau placed his palms on the blanket on either side of her shoulders and caged her in. Licking down her spine, loving her shiver, and the goose bumps that rose over her glistening skin, he couldn’t help but once again pay special attention to the small of her back.
Over and over he kissed and teased, driving them both wild until he couldn’t take it for another second. Grabbing her hips, he slipped the head of his cock into her sleek channel, clenching his teeth at the heavenly feel of her pussy trying to pull him farther inside.
“Oh, my goddess, yes…yes…” Lucy moaned, her head falling forward as her hips pushed back against him.
He couldn’t stop. Didn’t want to. He needed to be inside her, needed to be one with his mate, needed to mark her from the inside out so there would never be any doubt to whom she belonged.
Entering Lucy in one smooth glide, the air rushed from his lungs as her pussy stretched to accommodate him. Plastering his chest to her back, he kissed the nape of her neck, holding perfectly still as her smaller body adjusted to his size.
“Beau, please…”
No sooner had Lucy uttered the words than Beau pulled back as quickly as he could, immediately thrusting forward with all his might. Fire rushed through his veins. He felt the same in his mate’s. Driven by desire, he thrust over and over as his Luna wolf met him stroke for stroke.
Pussy tightening around his cock, her heart racing, he knew Lucy was once again on the edge of incredible pleasure. All-encompassing desire rode both man and grizzly. Hard and fast, he thrust in and out of his mate as she pleaded, “Beau…please…I need…”
“Yes, my love, my Lucy. I know.”
Pants turning to growls as the tips of his fingers dug deeper into her hips, Beau snarled, “Mine.”
Head bouncing to the rhythm he thrust in and out of her. Lucy’s curls danced across the blanket as her nails slashed at the fabric. Her pussy contracted around him. His name fell from her lips in a moaning mantra. Everything about her was made for him. She was perfect, and she was his, and what they had together was forever.
“Say it!” Beau demanded. “Mine! You. Are. Mine.”
Head popping up and snapping to the side, her fiery gaze was a shot to his heart as she answered with a glorious snarl, “I am yours, Beau Sampson. Always yours.”
At the sound of her admission, he lost all control as he claimed his mate the way nature had intended…hard, deep, and completely.
Pleading with him to never stop, he watched the snow-white fur of her wolf pushing through her skin. One final slap of her hips against his and Lucy flew. Her pussy gripped his cock like a vise. Her essence flowed freely, wetting the back of her thighs and the front of his.
He watched the fireworks exploding in her mind and knew the moment her climax was at a peak. Then, at precisely the pinnacle of her orgasm, Beau bit her shoulder. The erotic tension within her, the desire they had built together, shattered into a million pieces as her howl of pleasure filled the barn.
The feel of his teeth sinking into her flesh, the warm flow of her blood across his tongue, and the joy he felt filling his mate’s soul was the most incredible sensation he’d ever experienced.
Answering her howl, Beau roared it again, “Mine!”
With Lucy still quaking with mini orgasms, Beau thrust into her one final time. Balls drawing tightly to his body, his cock thickened. From one second to the next, he was coming. Quick, short bursts bathing his mate with his warm essence as her pussy sucked him even deeper.
Slowly regaining his wits, hardly able to stay upright, Beau slid from Lucy’s body and gently rolled them over. Laying her across his chest as she still struggled to catch her breath, he ran his hands down her back, chuckling as she shivered, opened one eye, and sighed, “Damn, Beau, why again did we wait so long to do this?”
Raising his head, he held his lips to hers and whispered, “It was a serious lapse in judgment.” Kissing her tenderly, he pulled back just long enough to add, “One that won’t happen again.”
Chapter Ten
Bright and early the next morning, leaving Beau was the hardest thing she’d ever had to do, but the ball was tonight, and Lucy refused to be shut out, or worse yet, be seen on the arm of the creepy Terrance Holloway. No, she’d been raised to be a princess, and a princess was what she would be.
Take that, Dad. See, you really should be careful what you wish for…
Of course, Beau told her he would buy her anything she wanted and said they didn’t even have to go. She laughed when he told her that he hated wearing a tuxedo, that he commiserated with the calves and knew what they must feel like when roped and ready for branding.
Just remembering their conversation had her smiling from ear to ear.
“But I bet you look super sexy dressed like a penguin,” she’d teased, kissing her way across his chest. “Just like a big black and white present that I get to unwrap.”
“You can unwrap me anytime you want,” Beau had purred, his voice getting deeper as she worked her way down his body. “Hell, I’ll put the damned tux on, and you can do it right here, right now, as many times as your little heart desires.”
Feeling how much her bear mate wanted to protect her, shield her from her father, Lucy fell deeper in love. Sure, it was early to be throwing around the big L, but she’d been waiting forever, or so it seemed.
However, she had pride. Sometimes way too much and definitely something she inherited from her father.
Lucy wanted the whole shifter community to see her on the arm of the one person in all the world who called to her soul. She wanted to make her father eat his words. To show the old coot that she deserved to love and be loved, to have the same wonderful, fantastic, and amazing life he and her mother had.
“I know, but—”
“But you can’t let your dad win.”
“Well, yeah, and—”
“And you want to make Terrance Holloway eat his words.”
“Yes, and—”
“And you had that dress made especially for this ball. It took years for you to get your asshole of a father to let you have the gown you wanted, to not dress you up like his own little Barbie doll, and now, you want to show it off to everybody who’s anybody.”
Playfully swatting his chest, she giggled like a damn schoolgirl. “Stop reading my mind, Beau Sampson. That’s just not fair.”