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She wasn’t wearing a bra, because she hadn’t had time in the storm to find it in her bag and had just put on her leggings and top. When his fingers closed around her nipples and pressed lightly, she was thankful there wasn’t a barrier between them.

She gasped when he bent slightly, grasped the back of her knees and lifted, landing her on her back on the bed. He made quick work of her boots and leggings and stood between her spread legs, the rough material of his jeans against her skin.

There was a click and an electric candle illuminated on a side table, lending just enough light to bathe them in gold and shadows. “I like the darkness,” he said, “but I want to see you.”

“Me too.”

He brushed his fingers up her thighs and she shivered, biting her lip at the sensation.

“You’re so sexy,” he said, his voice low and laced with his bear’s rumble.

She was about to tell him he was sexy too, when he leaned over, planting one hand next to her hip. He stroked up the inside of her thigh, holding her gaze as his fingers lightly touched her heated folds.

Everything she’d been thinking fled her mind except for one thought on repeat: Yes.

He hummed in approval as he lightly ran his fingers up and down, sinking slowly deeper with each pass, until he grazed her clit, circling it lightly, before pressing down and in, sinking two fingers deep.

She lifted her hips with a sigh at the sweet feeling of his fingers inside her. He stroked her over and over, until her body was humming and she was on the edge of coming. Just as she was sure one more stroke would do it, he drew his hand away and sucked his fingers while he held her gaze.

Then he lowered to his knees and grabbed her hips, pulling her to his mouth. He licked her fully in one slow stroke, and then he tongued her core. She put her knee over his shoulder, and her toes curled against his back as he worked her with his tongue, stroking her clit until her spine tingled and her vision blurred.

Heat poured over her like a waterfall as she fell over into the pleasure, but he didn’t stop. He held her tight against his mouth as she writhed through the climax, driving her forward once more. She slapped the bedding with her hands as he pushed her roughly to another height of pleasure.

This time she didn’t just writhe on the bed and moan, she screamed his name as tears of the purest kind of pleasure leaked from her eyes.

He rolled her to her belly, her legs hanging off the bed, and grabbed her knee, lifting her leg high and sliding it up the bed to spread her open for him. She was dimly aware of his zipper lowering and then the thick head of him was pushing into her. Her body was still rolling through her second climax and she could only lie on the bed as he rode her, loving the way he moved her just where he wanted her so he could take her hard. His hips pressed to hers as he moved, deep and fast, over and over, his hands slipping up under her to play with her sensitive breasts until she was very sure she was going to come again.

He snarled and fit his mouth at the crux of her neck and she felt his fangs, but they only pressed against her skin without biting.

She reached a hand back and sank her fingers into his hair, fisting the soft strands with a deep, “Yes!” as he took her harder and faster. She could feel his cock swelling, knew he was close to coming too, and she was trembling with how close to the edge she was.

She felt herself draw infinitely closer, her skin slick with sweat, her lips dry and her throat sore from the moans and cries of pleasure. She managed to tilt her hips slightly more and he moved a little deeper and they both groaned.

And then his hand was cupping her pussy, his fingers bracketed on either side of her clit and pressed against the bed, so that each thrust made her clit rub against his fingers and push her closer to the end. She closed her eyes and sank down into herself, into the sweet feelings that being with her mate brought her.

He was fucking her.

Hard. Fast.

And he was determined she’d come again, oh… she wanted to. Her body ached for it. Demanded it.

She bucked her hips back and wiggled herself a little more until his deep thrust lit up something inside her and that was the moment her vision went white and the center of her body turned to lava. As heat filled her, spiraling with deep pleasure, his fangs punctured her neck and he marked her.

She cried out his name and shuddered in his hold as he followed her into bliss, roaring with the sound of his polar bear, until she was pretty sure they were both going to lose their hearing for a little while.

He pulled himself free and moved them both to the head of the bed, where they collapsed in a sweaty, sated pile together.

Chests heaving. Beasts blissed-out. Pleasure still rolling through them.

“Sated,” she whispered, managing to rise over him and smile. “Deeply. Sated.”

She kissed him and his bear let out a growly purr. “Me too.” He cupped her face and smiled, then kissed her. “Save your strength, you’re going to need it in a minute.”

Hell-freaking-yes.

Thank you, Jack Frost, you belligerent jackass.

After another round of driving her positively wild, they showered together, then snuggled on the couch, naked and wrapped in thick blankets, and talked for a long time. Winter brought out the electric candle to give them some light and found another one in a kitchen drawer. The low light and flickering candles were a vibe he liked, and True did too.