Chapter Sixteen

Brock couldn’t stop touching Jemma. He washed her from head to toe, dropping kisses along her soft skin as he rinsed away the suds. He inspected her side closely, exhaling in relief as he took in the way the wound was healing. Walking up and seeing her covered in blood had taken him right back to when she’d been badly injured. He’d been desperate to touch her, hold her, to ascertain for himself that she was whole and safe.

“Brock.”

He glanced up at her, drinking in her beauty.

“I can feel my bear.”

“What?” he asked.

“When I was out there, when I heard the gunshots, I felt my bear.”

“Fuck. That’s fantastic. We’ll have to let Jensen know. I thought I’d go crazy when I saw you covered in blood. I was terrified you were hurt again.”

“I’m fine, but if you don’t make love to me, I might go crazy.”

“We can’t have that.” He stood, easing a hand behind her to shut off the water before stepping out onto the bathmat and reaching for her. He lifted her into his arms, her full breasts pressed against his chest, her lips on his, and carried her to the bed. He lowered her to the mattress then followed her down, nudging her thighs wide and sinking into her. Her moan caressed his ears while her hands did his arms and shoulders. Never enough. It was never enough with her. He always wanted more. He’d keep her in his bed permanently if he could. Neither of them leaving. It was unbearable to have her out of sight, not to feel her against him, not to breathe in her scent.

He took her hard and fast with a rough edge that had them both reaching completion quickly. The taste of her blood rested on his tongue, making him aware he’d bitten her shoulder when he’d orgasmed. Though other shifter species had a tendency to bite their mates to form bonds, bears didn’t. Bears marked with scent. Their females nuzzling the chosen males and marking them with the pheromones that increased during mating. Usually, they rubbed a male where the skin tended to be thinnest, at his neck and groin. Jemma had been doing that. Marking his clothes before she’d ever begun marking him.

“You bit me,” she whispered, running her fingers through his hair while he licked over the wound he’d left.

“Sorry,” he muttered, though his bear was anything but.

“I liked it,” she admitted, and he glanced up to meet her gaze.

“Yeah?”

She nodded. “Maybe, you can do it again.”

He licked over her again, a rumble of satisfaction rolling through his chest. He’d definitely do it again. Pulling himself away from the mark, he rolled to her side, tugging her so she lay on his chest. He couldn’t stop touching her. Not yet. Maybe, never.

“My heart stopped when I saw you,” he confessed as he brushed his fingers over her skin.

“I know. I felt it.”

Their bond was growing, strengthening more and more every day.

“I worried you’d be angry when you saw me,” she confessed, and Brock paused his fingers, glancing down at her.

“Why would I be angry?”

“I was straddling another man.”

He growled. “Maybe, we don’t word it that way. You were working to save a shifter’s life.”

She smiled. “That sounds better, and it’s true.”

“Matheus said you were the one who spotted the gun. That your shout saved Titus Walker’s life.”

She shrugged as if it were no big deal.

“You’re incredible,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss her again. “And mine.”

“Mmm,” she agreed. “I’m all yours.” She pushed up, fisting her hand on his chest and resting her chin on it. “Incredible? Does that mean you won’t try to keep me hidden?”

“When I heard about the shooter, I wanted you at my side,” he told her. “The thought of you anywhere I wasn’t drove me mad with panic. I don’t want you anywhere I’m not, whether it’s in the heart of battle or in this room. I want you with me. Always.”

Happiness flooded her, so thick he felt it as if it were his own emotion. She’d told him she wouldn’t be hidden, begged him not to lock her away, but until that moment, he hadn’t realized how deep her need ran. Then her hand slipped over his stomach, her fingers curling around his girth and giving him a squeeze that had him rock hard and ready to go again.

“Let me love you,” she whispered when he would have rolled her under him again.

It took all his control to lie still while she kissed and licked his skin, rubbing her cheek over his flesh and coating him in her scent. Her sharp, little teeth tugged at his nipples, making him groan in surprise at how good it felt. She didn’t stop there, though. She continued lower, licking over the ridged muscles of his abdomen, tracing them with her tongue and driving him a little insane as her breasts rubbed along his shaft.

“Jemma,” spilled from his lips. He’d meant it to be a command, but it came out as more of a plea. “Don’t tease me.”

“You taste so good,” she murmured when she finally reached where he wanted to feel her mouth tasting him. She rubbed her cheek along his length before flicking her tongue lower, rubbing it over the taut sac below. She moaned with pleasure, sucking one ball into her mouth and teasing it in a way that had him flexing up into her.

“Christ!” he grunted, reaching for her. He gripped her hair in his fist and urged her up. She licked and sucked her way along his shaft until she reached the crown, rubbing her tongue over him and making more precum spill from the tip. “Fuck, Jemma! Suck it.”

She licked again before taking the very tip into her mouth and tightening her lips.

“Jemma,” he warned, but she ignored him, teasing with soft, wet kisses.

He growled, guiding her until she took the head in her mouth again. This time, he seized control, holding her head firmly in place and thrusting until his cock hit her throat. She swallowed around him and took him even deeper, not stopping until her lips hit his skin and every inch was consumed. His control broke. He fucked her throat until he came with a roar, his mate drinking every drop then probing the tip for more.

“Fuck.” A shudder worked through him when she popped up, licking her swollen lips. She looked rejuvenated while he was as drained as if she’d taken his energy along with his seed. He saw the need in her eyes though, and knew she needed another release.

“Did sucking my cock make you hot?” he teased.

“Yes,” she moaned, fingers dipping to her clit and giving it a rub.

“Fuck.” He cupped her hips and pulled her toward him. “Straddle my face.”

She complied quickly, lowering herself, so he could use his mouth on her. He didn’t tease. He thrust his tongue in and out of her channel while he cupped and squeezed her buttocks. He worked her into a frenzy, until she rode his tongue with abandon. He moved his mouth to her clit, thrusting two fingers into her.

“Yes!” she screamed. “God, yes! Don’t stop. Oh, God, don’t stop!”

He flicked the swollen bud with his tongue, driving her higher and higher. He switched hands, taking the digits already lubed in her juices and pressing against her anus while he worked her with his other hand. She gave a keening cry as he breached her ass, pushing deep in her virgin hole. She came hard, juices dripping to coat his lips and chin. Her ass squeezed around the fingers he had buried inside her. He fucked her through it, working her through the pleasure and taking it higher. He didn’t stop until she collapsed against the headboard, incoherent words tumbling from her lips.

He slid from between her thighs before moving in behind her. He spread her rear cheeks wide, spitting onto his cock and running it over her before reaching down to press the head against her tight pucker. He rubbed her back as he pressed, forcing the head through the tight ring of muscle with a groan.

“Brock.”

“You feel so good, love. Such a good girl taking my cock in your ass. So fucking good.”

She moaned as he eased more of his length inside, rocking his hips as he worked deeper. He wrapped one arm around her waist, holding her to him. He slid the other up her body, forearm snuggled between her firm breast while his fingers held her throat.

“That’s my girl,” he whispered at her ear. “Feel me inside you. You’re taking all of me, love. Every inch. Such a good girl.” He trailed kisses along her neck. “You like that?”

“Mmm,” she moaned, nodding as she pressed her ass back into his thrusts.

“I want to feel you come with my cock in your ass.”

“Yes,” she hissed, panting as they moved together faster.

“You want to come?”

“Yes! Please!”

He slid his hand down her stomach, fingers plucking her clit briefly before he pinched the bud. Jemma screamed, her ass fisting his length as she contracted around him. He pressed his thumb over her clit, rubbing tight circles as she came, her ass milking his cock of every drop as he joined her with a yell. This time, when they collapsed to the bed, neither of them moved. It was long moments before he could even tug free of her grip.

Jemma whimpered, turning to burrow against his side, lips pressing over his heart.

“Oh, my God,” she moaned. “That was incredible.”

“You liked that, huh?” He knew she did. She’d damn near killed him with how good it had been.

“I know we need to clean up then go check in with the others,” she murmured as she nuzzled closer, throwing her leg over his, her knee brushing his cock as she pressed her pussy against his thigh. “Can we lie here for just a moment?”

She was asleep almost as soon as she finished the question. He reached down and tugged the blanket over them. He’d give her all the moments she needed. Everything else could wait.