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“Yet you’re wet, my little one,” he rumbled.

She felt heat light up her cheeks. Sorscha tried to step away from him. Snarling, Tethur scooped her up behind her legs and tossed her over his shoulder.

“I can walk, you big ole’ bear!” she shouted.

“Yes, but I have a better path to your ass this way,” he growled.

A firm swat to her ass forced a squeal from her. He stomped quickly out the doors and down the hall. He didn’t walk light. Every one of Tethur’s steps were heavy. She heard more than felt him kick a door open, and then closed. Sorscha swallowed hard as he slowly lowered her to the ground. His large hands wrapped around her waist. Keeping her gaze locked to his, she tried to move away, but his grip tightened.

This was it.

No turning back.

No escaping
.

Tethur, the metaphorical man of her dreams, was going to pop her cherry right and proper.

“Um...” She tried to speak.

Words didn’t like her at the moment. But judging by the thick length poking into her belly, Tethur liked her a lot.

Tethur was kneading her flesh. Sorscha’s heart throbbed in her chest. Parting her lips, she whimpered and a wicked smirk shaped his lips. She hesitated before trying to take a step back. Those strong fingers gripped her tighter before yanking her back roughly against his body. Sorscha opened her mouth, the protest right on her tongue when Tethur’s mouth crashed against hers.

He didn’t take it slow. Sorscha knew deep down inside that this was going to be fierce, rough, and demanding.

Do I have this in me?

To be the mate of a—bear?

Her doubts were dashed from her mind as his hot, thick tongue traced the seam of her lips. One of his hands fisted her hair, pulling, angling her head and forcing her mouth open on a sigh. He took advantage and shoved his tongue into her waiting oral cave. His plunged in and out at first, mimicking what his hips were doing as he ground his cock against her stomach. It was erotic and demanding. He ate away all her nerves. Tethur’s free hand roamed down the curve of her back. His fingers teased the exposed flesh of her lower back before he took a handfull of her ass into his grip and, snarling, pulled her tighter against him.

“Mine,” he snarled.

And she was lost to him.

“Yes,” she whimpered.

He chuckled against her lips before backing her slowly to the bed. Her knees hit and she cried out. Looking behind her, she realized the bed was actually more suited to Tethur’s size. The edge of it came to her mid-back. Turning her gaze back to Tethur, she saw the playful glint before he pressed his hand between her breasts. Sorscha fell back into the bed, the soft sheets engulfing her small frame. She inched up to the center of the massive sea of pillows and soft velvet blankets.

Rising up on her elbows, she watched him. He did nothing slow or half-assed. Just like the shift, he tore the clothes from his body, ripping at thick leather and bindings until he stood before her fully nude. Sorscha realized she would never get used to this sight. Not just his dick. Boy, what a dick it was. Thick, long, proud, it stood erect, bouncing against his belly button as he moved. Her tongue flicked out over her lips.

His laughter drew her gaze and she felt her eyes widen as his knees hit the bed and he started to prowl towards her.

Survival instinct alone lifted her up on her elbows as she started to crawl backwards, away from him. The snarl that followed her quick retreat soon turned into his hot body pinning her to the bed.

“Now, now, little one, you’re not afraid of the big grumpy bear, are you?”

His breath fanned over her face as he totally violated her personal space bubble. Sorscha opened her mouth, her lips flapping like a fish out of water.

“No, I mean, well, Teth...”

She didn’t get time to argue; his mouth was on hers again, demanding her submission as his tongue took over her mouth. Sorscha cried out as one of his hot hands slithered under her leather vest and pinched a nipple between two fingers. Hot spikes of arousal shot straight to her clit and she ground back against him.

His nude body and her fully clothed form tormented her. She admitted it. She wanted him. His flesh against hers. Sorscha wasn’t delusional; she knew her pussy would stretch for his imposing cock. Her hands came up and she stabbed her fingers into his hair. Pulling him tighter against her, she matched his kiss, meeting his dominance head-on with her own willing desires.

His harsh growl split the air as he ripped from the kiss. Sorscha, desperate, reached out for him. Swatting her hands away, he gripped the center V of her vest and rent it in two. Her full, oversized breasts spilled free. There were no bras in The Realm, allowing him instant access to her swollen, impressive mounds. He grabbed both tits from the bottom, pressing them together as his mouth descended on her. He worked on the nipples, his teeth scraping against the tender little pebbles. Sorscha’s reached for the headboard. She needed something, anything to cling to.

His mouth moved quickly, flicking his tongue from one pink berry to the other. She watched him work. His gaze fixed on her breasts. He cupped them harder and brushed his thumbs quickly. Arousal shot to the wet flesh between her legs.

“Holyfuckingshit!” she screamed.

Sorscha’s back arched. Her hips thrust wildly, trying to make contact with his pulsing piece of meat. Her mind went dirty and wrong in that moment. Nothing had ever felt so good. Seeing her respond, feeling her writhe beneath him must have spurred him on. He lowered once more, his teeth taking hold on one tender nipple. Sorscha cried out, grabbing at his shoulders as he tugged. She watched as the nipple pulled up, stretching, and the pain and pleasure ricocheted through her violently. Something hot spread through her body. Her mind got lost in the sensations. Her tummy fluttered in response and she felt a wet rush between her legs.

“Yes, yes, God, keep it...”

She lit up like a Christmas tree. The orgasm wove through her slowly at first, then took hold. Her hips thrust quickly, her whimpers and moans mixed with laughter as she scoured her nails down his back. Being so high, and then coming down slowly was exhausting. Her body collapsed onto the bed.

However, Tethur wasn’t letting her off that easy.

Nope.

His tongue lazily spun circles over her tender nips. The nipple not receiving his tongue was being brushed by the nail on his thumb.

Sorscha jerked against him, her mind a melted mess of sex. She was all body. All orgasm. And all HIS.

“So sensitive here. I’m gonna make you come in places so inappropriate I’ll have you blushing to your toes as I melt honey from your little pussy,” he promised.

Holy fuck.

His rumbled laughter drew her gaze as she watched him slither away from her breasts. Her nipples were a deep red and pointed sharp at the ceiling. Awed, she watched him move down her body, stopping at her belly button and flicking his tongue in a circle. Sorscha sucked in a breath and he kept going. His tongue was halted by the waistline of her pants.

“These are in my way,” he roared, before turning them to ribbons around her.

Sorscha panted, watching him through heavy-lidded eyes. He snarled as she unconsciously clamped her legs shut. His fingers dug into the flesh in that tender curve just under the buttock. She sighed, melting back into the soft bedding as he lifted her legs back, pressing them to her chest. The feel of his hot breath against her swollen pussy lips made her wet folds tingle.

Smack.

Pain and pleasure lit up her brain.

Smack.

He was...

Spanking her pussy.

He held her legs against her chest with one powerful hand. The ground under them started to rumble and he scoffed.

“This is mine,” he growled.

His palm smacked a quick, wet rhythm against her tender, silky lips. She writhed and fought to get away and closer at the same time. His fingers brushed over her exposed swollen clit.

“Tell me, Sorscha,” he demanded.

“Wh...what...” she moaned.

He gave her another round of smacks, spanking her pussy relentlessly.

“Tell me who this wet little cunt belongs to,” he rumbled against her thigh.

The harsh spanks were in deep contrast to his wandering lips that kissed down the backs of her thighs. Her brain couldn’t keep up; her body fought and submitted. Too much all at once—she was a mess. Then he wanted her to answer a question. The man was insane.

“I’ve waited a fucking hell of a long time to eat this weeping little hole. I’ve waited even longer to bury myself balls deep into your cunt.” He paused.

Sorscha tried to see over her legs as silence and anticipation filled the room. Then it happened. One more firm smack and she snapped. Her orgasm tore through her body and she arched violently off the bed. The earth shattered under them both and rumbled through the castle walls. The bastard had pinched her clit and it was her undoing. She felt the honey leak from her tight slit as she cried out for him.

“Tell me who owns your pussy, sweet little one, and I will eat you real good,” he nearly purred. “Tell me now, or I’ll keep spanking your cunt.”

The man acted like this was a bad thing.

Trying to catch her breath, her fingers unclenching from the bedding, she whimpered out, “You do.”

“I what?” he flicked his tongue over the sensitive button.

She cried out and struggled. He still held her firm in the position he wanted, giving him unhindered access to her sensitive pink flesh.

“You own my pussy.”

Smack.

Sorscha screamed and jerked.

“It is a cunt, love. This,” he stopped talking and pressed a finger against her folds, rubbing up and down the length before shoving into her hard and fast. He pumped her, hitting a spot deep inside that nearly undid her. “This is a pussy. I own the cunt. That is the whole deal. Tell me, and I’ll let you come again. Tell me I own your cunt. And say my fucking name,” he snarled.

Breathless and boneless, she moaned with each hard thrust of his finger.

“You own my cunt, Tethur,” she cried out on an inward thrust of two fingers.

“Good girl,” he growled.

Tethur released her legs without warning. The rubbery limbs fell to the bed, spread eagle and open to his view. His fingers lazily dragged in and out of her. His gaze locked on hers. They watched one another. He watched her wanton grin with little mewls slipping out. And she watched his satisfied gaze. His thumb fluttered over her engorged clit, just a tease to keep her high on his sex.

His fingers stopped moving and slowly pulled from her body. She whimpered and reached down to cup her aching sex. Tethur snatched her hand and pinned it above her head. His face came down, his nose pressed against hers.

“What did I say, little one?” he rumbled against her lips.

“My cunt is yours,” she whispered.

He huffed and nipped at her bottom lip, pulling hard before letting it go. Sorscha watched as he lifted his hand to his mouth. Two fingers still glistened with her juices. Tethur opened his mouth. Her heart raced as a fresh wave of heat engulfed her, bringing a new aftershock to the land of Malandria. Tethur sucked his fingers into his mouth and slowly pumped it as if mimicking what was to come. He made a wet, sloppy sound as he pulled his fingers out.

“Sweet, just like I thought.”

Sorscha whimpered as he grabbed her ankles and started to drag her to the edge of the bed. He dropped to his feet and pulled until her ass hung off the edge. He didn’t stop, even as she struggled to push back. He simply positioned her where he wanted her. Tethur rested her heels on the bed. He bent her knees and parted the folds of her sex, opening her up to him fully. A blaze of heat filled her cheeks and he winked.

“Still shy, little one? Don’t worry, I’ll devour that right out of you,” he promised.

Without another warning he dropped to his knees and buried his face between her legs. Grabbing her thighs, she screamed as his tongue swirled around her cunt. Desperate mewls spilled from her parted lips as his tongue took control. He parted her sex further and thrust inside of her open, sopping cunt.

“Mmm. So wet and tight around my tongue. Just perfect,” he mumbled with a mouth full of her pussy.

He didn’t take it easy on her. In moments he had her screaming his name, her hips thrusting to the point that she fucked his face. Soon, fingers joined. He mumbled profanities as he brought a new wave of erotic bliss. His tongue like liquid fire against her swollen clit, he took over, wringing orgasms from her until the earth stilled and all that was left was sex and his tongue.

For a moment she felt lost, swimming in a sea of bright lights and whispers of perfection. The black warmth consumed her and she felt reality rush back at her. She lay, sprawled on her back. Tethur rested next to her, raised up on his elbow looking down at her. He drew circles around her hard nipples with a single finger.

“You big brute,” she mumbled.

His hearty laugh brought a smile to her lips.

“I haven’t even fucked you yet, love.”

His hand ran down her body until it cupped her mound. He growled low and she whimpered.

“Tender still. Perfect.” He spoke to himself.

He didn’t give her a warning before he flipped her onto her stomach. Sorscha yelped against the aggressive act. His palms slapped against her ass cheeks and she wiggled against the bedding and tried to inch away from him.

“No, you don’t,” he snarled.

His big hands gripped her hips and he yanked her ass up. Her face pressed against the bed. Tethur nudged her legs apart with his knees, as she whimpered and tried to get free.

“Tethur, I...”

“NO!” he roared, cutting off her protest. “This is how I want to take you! This is how I will take you the first time. From behind—hot, hard, and rough.”

Another firm smack to her ass hushed her protests. Tethur smoothed his hands up her back. Brushing the hair away from her neck, he leaned over her body. All hot, masculine steel pressed down against her. Sorscha’s mind frantically raced. This was it, the final act. Finally, she was going to fuck Tethur. The man of her dreams, the man of her life! He’d been there for as long as she could remember.