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  She could make me forgot today. She could help me erase tonight. She could be my escape. My sanctuary.

  My mate.

  My palm landed on the door as it swung open, revealing a view unlike anything I’d seen before. My heart stopped. My cock ached.

  Holy fuck.

  I could make out her silhouette through the steam. I pulled my bears chains, willing him to suppress the roar on my lips.

  “Gillian,” I spoke her name slowly.

  I waited for her to yell at me. To tell me to get the fuck out of the bathroom, but her eyes were locked on mine. She bit her lower lip, and I knew I had my invitation. The one I had been needing all day.

  I peeled the T-shirt over my head and threw it on the counter. I yanked at my belt and pulled it through the loops. Each time I removed a piece of clothing I stopped and looked at her. Her eyes never left my gaze. I shoved my black boxer briefs to the floor and walked toward the shower.

  I opened the door. Whoosh of steam circled my head. Gillian stepped toward me as the door clasped behind my back. I didn’t know if I expected her to be shy, or to try and play her American game of hard-to-get, but she fell into my arms soft and wet.

  I took her lips. Kissing her hard and powerfully.

  Our bodies melted together. Skin against skin, sliding and tangling as I explored her body with my hands.

  Her head fell back. She moaned as her tits perked and hardened beneath my touch. God, was this the first time I had been with a woman who didn’t try to pepper me with questions or excuses? She didn’t put up walls. It was as if we started where that kiss had left off. We had only one mission in mind. We were going to spend the rest of the night burning the sheets to ash.

  Chapter Ten

  Gillian

  Liam’s tongue traced over my collarbone as his head lowered and his kisses moved to my breasts. I inhaled sharply when he pulled one of my nipples between his teeth. It was exquisite torture. Sensual and erotic. He tugged and teased until I thought I would start begging him to do more. To take more.

  I knew I was losing control of my breath. He knelt before me, taking his time to plant himself on the shower floor. I dared to look in his eyes. They smoldered with so much lust and desire. A ripple of naughtiness cut through me when I realized just how quickly this was going. But I didn’t want to stop now. I wanted this. I wanted him to do all the things I knew he was capable of. I wanted an epic orgasm after the shitty day I had. I deserved one. And right now, I deserved to come by a prince.

  He pressed his mouth to my heat and growled.

  My eyes widened. The sound vibrated to my core. How in the hell did he do that?

  “So ready and ripe,” he groaned. “So fuckably sweet, love.”

  His eyes lifted to mine as the water splashed around us. His hair started to get wet and I could picture him the way I did when we first met. He was a soaking sexy mess then and an even sexier one now. The droplets of water dripped from his long beautiful lashes.

  I whimpered, waiting for his fingers. His tongue. Anything he would give me to ease the ache building inside me.

  We might be rushing everything else, but the prince wasn’t going to rush this. He would rather make me wait. Make me beg. Make me call his name.

  “Liam,” I whispered.

  His fingers curled along my velvet lips, spreading me wide and exposing my throbbing nub. My clit hammered with my pulse. Why didn’t he take it in his mouth? Own it? Own me?

  I ran my hands over my nipples, causing more honey to pool at my opening. He groaned just as his tongue ran the full-length of my slit.

  My knees buckled. “Oh shit,” I hissed.

  He held me steady with one hand while his tongue went to work, fucking me relentlessly. He twirled it inside my pussy before circling it around my clit. He sucked and slurped until I was ready to explode in his mouth with hundreds of climatic fireworks.

  “Come, love,” he commanded. I shuddered, giving in to his demands. There was no way to resist the signals his mouth sent my core.

  His tongue dove deep as I clenched and gripped at it with my inner walls, feeling the orgasm take control. Although, Liam was the one in control. He had clear command of my body. He drew the climax from me like a master summoning his genie.

  My toes tingled and my legs became useless as it attacked me in giant swells. Liam held me tighter as I gave in to the consuming light raving me.

  “Ohh,” I moaned. I tugged on his hair, greedy for more. His face was buried between my thighs. There was no shyness. No restraints on my inhibition. I wanted this pleasure.

  I started to catch my breath as Liam’s tongue lapped between my folds and made a trail to my navel. He kissed my hipbones and my waist, before lavishing my breasts with hot kisses. I exhaled. I was dizzy. I was high. I was drunk with the kind of orgasm I’d only prayed existed in this world.

  I slouched against the wall. I felt the hard planes of his body and my hand explored the rigid lines of his abs before dipping lower. Holy shit. His cock was swollen to three times the size it had been. My eyes widened.

  He suddenly scooped me against his chest. “I’m going to carry you out of this shower and fuck you now,” he growled, kissing my throat and along my neck. “I think it’s necessary to fuck you the rest of the night.”

  I nodded. “God, yes.”

  He grinned. “That’s all I needed to hear.” His eyes were dark and fierce.

  He pushed the shower open and yanked a towel from a nearby hook. He threw it across my body.

  “How’s your arm?” he asked, taking me to the guest bed.

  “I haven’t felt it for the past thirty minutes.” I smiled.

  “I’ll be careful.” He grinned, waggling his eyebrows. “It’s the least I can do, right?”

  I bit my lip. “The least,” I echoed.

  He jerked the sheets away from the headboard and lowered me to the bed. He began to drag the towel over my skin, soaking up the water droplets. It was incredibly erotic, watching him take his time to explore my body this way.

  Chapter Eleven

  Liam

  She was like a goddess sprawled across the silk sheets. Gillian was unlike any woman I had known. There was one thing I hadn’t mentioned. One thing I hadn’t been able to tell her. I was too wrapped up in touching her. Kissing her. Pleasing her. How was I supposed to tell her she was my mate? That the intensity between us wasn’t a coincidence. It was something that would be with us the rest of our lives. The shifter inside me was plagued with the need to confess, but the lust for her was winning.

  I gazed into her eyes. Her tits rose and fell. I eyed them hungrily. I wanted them. My fangs wanted to perform the mating ritual. I wanted to drink from her tits. I’d already tasted her honey and it was fucking exquisite. I needed more.

  My cock throbbed to be inside her.

  “Condoms?” she whispered. She looked at me expectantly. “I don’t have anything with me.”

  Damn it. I wanted to fuck her raw. My cock searing into her pussy with nothing between us. I wanted to fill her with my seed. It was the only thing my bear could focus on. This woman was meant to bear my cubs.

  It didn’t have to happen tonight, though. I lunged off the bed. “Let’s take this to my room,” I suggested. “I have everything you want and need, love.”

  She chewed on her lip. “Did I say something wrong? Safe sex is a thing in Galona isn’t it? Because it’s a deal breaker for me.”

  I nodded. “Of course it is. And no, you didn’t say anything wrong. I have plenty for the night and the morning.” I kissed her neck.

  I wasn’t going to stop fucking her until we both fell asleep from complete exhaustion. My bear would have to get over the impulse to fill her with cubs tonight. He’d found his mate. He had to accept where she was in this process. Right now, she was in the dark. She wanted sex, not a life mate. All of that would happen with time.

  I only had to look at my brothers to know that was true. They had found their mates. Women
who had never known bear shifters existed before they came into the Marquis fold. Women who wanted cubs and a life in this family once they learned the truth. It was possible. Gillian needed time.

  We needed tonight.

  I was careful as I carried her to my bed. I didn’t know how much pain she was in with her arm. I got it. She didn’t feel anything now but the adrenaline rush. Her body surged with the orgasm I gave her. It was like an organic shot of anesthesia. Want and need superseded pain.

  I was going to take care of her now, and that included her arm. I wouldn’t let her reinjure it, or make it worse. A bone bruise would take time to heal.

  Her sweet scent surrounded me. She was eager for me. I could smell the honey dripping from her delicious pussy.

  The master bedroom was dark. I folded back the comforter and slid her on her back.

  “This is crazy, isn’t it?” she asked. Her voice was soft and quiet.

  “No, it’s not.” I opened the bedside drawer and revealed an accordion packet of condoms. I grinned. “Is this enough for you, love?” I teased.

  She swallowed. I could see her expression despite the dark shadows. My shifter eyes adjusted quickly to the dimness.

  I ran my fingers between her legs. She closed her eyes and purred. All she needed was a stirring reminder. I pushed a finger inside her and she gasped.

  “Somehow I don’t think for one second you think this is crazy. I think you’ve wanted this as long as I have.”

  She tipped her hips forward, sending my finger deeper. “Maybe,” she taunted.

  I slipped another finger insider her and she hissed. “You want it, love. Just say it.”

  Her hips moved wildly as I began to push my fingers in and out, while I positioned her legs wide. She was spread open on the bed for me, like a gorgeous gift.

  I took my fingers to my lips, licking her honey.

  I groaned and quickly ripped the foil packet open. I rolled the condom over my wide shaft. It was pointed toward her heat. Toward home. Toward the sanctuary I’d sought all day.

  She tilted her pussy toward me, letting her legs fall open.

  I held my cock as I nudged the tip to her swollen pussy. My eyes closed. It was so hot and wet. Even through the stupid condom, I could feel the pull to her. The need to drive into her.

  I wasn’t sure how to convince my bear to savor her body instead of slamming into it. How to tell him to enjoy each inch, instead of devouring it in one gulp.

  “Liam,” she called to me. “I need this. I need to forget this day.”

  “I know you do, love. I know.”

  Her walls stretched around my steel shaft. She was so tight, I was afraid I’d hurt her. I’d cause more pain than pleasure with the first fuck. But maybe this girl was as greedy as my bear. Her good hand gripped my ass, urging me forward.

  “Fuck me, hard,” she moaned. “Please.”

  All restraint was gone. All patience lost. The remnants of my humanity were shattered as I plunged inside her.

  It was like slicing into a crevice of heaven. My cock felt the consuming heat of her pussy as the friction built between us. My feet were anchored to the floor as I began to pump in and out. She matched my pace with a frenzied rhythm of her own.

  She was unbelievable. Everything a mate should be. Sexual. Beautiful. Brave.

  The more we fucked, the harder it was to keep my fangs from growing. They pushed forward as the sweat dripped down my chest, pooling on her belly. Fuck. I wanted to fill her with my seed.

  I wanted to rip this condom to threads and shoot my release deep inside her. I could root and hilt myself so that there was no air between us. No space. Nothing but heat and electricity. A place for our cubs to grow and become strong. I groaned, forcing my fangs to retreat.

  I kept eyeing her tits with an unquenchable thirst. One slice from my bear’s teeth and the honey would flow. Our bond would be completed with my seed and her honey. Fuck this was hard.

  “Oh Liam,” she moaned. “It feels do damn good.”

  I looked into her eyes, and suddenly she brought me back to earth. She restored the strings of my humanity that I had let come untethered.

  “Fuck yes,” I agreed.

  “More,” she begged.

  “Your arm,” I reminded her. It wasn’t like I could flip her on her stomach without hurting her. We were limited on options, that didn’t require her to use some sort of support of balance.

  “Let me ride you, please,” she whispered.

  It was then that I realized this woman was damn near perfect.

  Chapter Twelve

  Gillian

  My body was screaming for release, but I wanted this kind of sex to go on all night. I didn’t know if it was possible, but I was willing to test it. I’d try anything to feel like this until morning. With Liam inside me, I didn’t feel pain. I didn’t feel the worry or anxiety about the series finale. I wasn’t focused on the nerves I had at the hospital. All that mattered was that together our bodies could do incredible things for each other.

  I’d never been so upfront about sex in my life, but I didn’t have nights like this one. And I wasn’t going to screw it up by being meek and shy. I was going to ask for what I wanted, because I knew Liam would give it to me. I could see it in his eyes. Every fantasy I had was mine to take. All I had to do was ask for it.

  He slid his cock from me and I felt a sudden emptiness. It didn’t last long. He crawled on to the bed next to me, drawing me toward him with his irresistible lips. I could still taste my scent on his breath. It was a turn on how much he loved licking my pussy.

  “You want to be an American cowgirl?” he teased.

  “Yes,” I admitted. “Will you let me ride you?”

  “Fuck, yes.”

  He lifted me off the bed as if I was lighter than a piece of luggage and I straddled him. I sank onto his cock as I exhaled a long slow moan. He was so big. Somehow this angle made him feel even thicker. But, damn, he felt good.

  I hated the condom. I knew he did too. I saw the look of disappointment on his face when I asked for it in the guestroom. But I couldn’t go home from Galona knocked up by a prince. That wasn’t happening. I had a career to think about. I wanted to feel his shaft slide inside me without anything between us, but I had to stay a practical girl even when I was having fairytale sex.

  His fingers dug into my waist as I rocked back and forth, taking him deeper each time. He hit my walls and I screamed out with the impact. Holy shit. His cock was enormous. No one had been this deep inside me before.

  I gulped for air. I bit my lips. I needed gravity, but there wasn’t any to find.

  “Keep fucking me,” he ordered.

  My nipples puckered as he twisted them between his fingers. He shot zings of electricity straight to my core. I was going to come fast and hard if he kept this up. With the friction of my clit rubbing him and being entirely filled by him, my tight body had only one option—come hard.

  I started to pant. I moaned, trying to hold it off.

  “Fuck me, Gillian,” he demanded. “Come like this. Show me how much you love fucking me, love.”

  “Oh God,” I cried. There was something in his words. Something dirty, but something real. Truth in how he saw our bodies. How he looked at our connection.

  He reached toward my jaw, and pulled me to his lips. “Fucking come,” he growled. His mouth took mine and the shockwaves hit me.

  I whimpered at the intensity. Our tongues tangled. Our lips moved with fire. My body was alive with the kind of energy I never knew I could possess.

  “Fuck,” he whispered. He gripped my ass, curling his strong fingers into tender skin and I knew he was as lost as I was. Liam jerked and thrust, rolling me on my back. He rocked out of me before slamming into me. One. Two. Three.

  He roared to the ceiling as his climax hit him like a train barreling through the night with no lights.

  I’d never heard a sound like that. It was so primal. So animalistic. And so hot.

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sp; My body was warm and soft. I felt soothed by the orgasm and Liam nuzzled against my breast. Kissing and sucking my nipple.

  “Mmm,” he moaned.

  His cock slid from me, and I knew I’d be sore tomorrow. I giggled. I could blame it on the accident and no one would know the difference. It would be my secret. Mine and the Prince of Galona.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Liam

  I wasn’t prepared when the sun smacked me in the face the next morning. I saw the beautiful girl next to me and I wanted the sun to get the hell out of here. I wanted the night back. More specifically, I wanted last night back.

  I had my first taste of my mate and I was hooked. Like a damn schoolboy, I had dreamed about her even when she was naked on my pillow.

  Gillian rolled toward me with a sleepy smile. “Good morning.”

  “Hi.” I ran my hand over her curves. “How is your arm?” I looked at it. There was definitely some swelling closer to her shoulder.

  “I didn’t notice it last night.” She blushed. “But it hurts like hell now.”

  “I bet. Want me to get the ice pack for you?” I offered, but her hands were on me before I could even throw the sheets back.

  “No,” she purred. “You have something much better than ice.” Her fingers wrapped around my cock.

  “Fuck, love. You need ice for that arm this morning.”

  She shook her head. “No. I need this.”

  I grinned. My perfect mate had no idea how perfect she was.

  I climbed on top of her. I pushed the head of my dick to her pussy.

  We both sighed as we reveled in how it felt to touch this way. She was slick with want. Dripping wet for my cock. She tilted her hips forward, rubbing against me. She started to grind harder.

  “This is dangerous, love,” I warned.

  She nodded. “I know, but for a few minutes it feels so good, doesn’t it?”