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Cedric tried to resist her, but it was impossible, knowing that she wanted him and wasn"t done with him. The scent of her fear had shocked him straight out of his lust, but now that he knew she wanted to stay, wanted the life he was offering, and still wanted a child, he knew that she loved him. She didn"t need to say it. Fuck, he had never said the words either, but she already knew how he felt, of that he was certain. And now that he knew she wouldn"t leave, that she wanted to stay, and that she was his, nothing could keep him from touching her and loving her.

Words were hard, but holding her in his arms and worshiping her was always easy. He would show her in the way he cared for her just how he felt, until all of their pent up energy had been expended, and they could finally fumble their way through their confessions of love, never to be parted again.

He loved her, and she loved him. Everything else was just working out the details.

She smelled so good as he carried her up the stairs, even with the added layers of clothing, and he knew once he had her naked, she would smell divine. With nothing to hold them back any longer, he would take his time with her, until his feelings for her were something she knew for certain, and when he inevitably said something wrong or she cried while trying to talk through her feelings, they would both be secure in the knowledge that they were together, for the rest of their lives.

"We can"t," she gasped against his mouth, even as her fingers ran through his wet hair and she kissed him again, before he could respond.

Fuck, why couldn"t they?

The talk... Right. They...

He could worship her without his cock. He had done that a hundred times over already. If she still needed to talk before he flipped her onto her belly and filled her full of cum, then so be it.

"I have to taste you," he groaned, knowing the dangerous game he was playing with only a towel around himself to keep his cock away from her cunt. "Let me taste you, give you what your body needs, and then we can talk until there"s nothing more to say, and—"

"We need to talk," she whimpered as his mouth went to her throat, sucking and biting at her tender skin. "But I want you inside of me so badly. I need you to fuck me, until everything in my brain makes sense."

He chuckled against her throat before laying her down on the bed, but he didn"t pull away from her body, only lifting his head as his hands went to her hips, pulling her sweatshirt up and over her head. "With all the sex we"ve had, I don"t think me fucking you into the mattress will clear your head. Seems the only thing we do after that is sleep."

"Sleep clears my head," she insisted, lifting her upper body off the bed to help him tug her sleep shirt off next. "Or... we have to talk, Cedric."

"And I have to feel your cunt wrap tight around my fingers. Then we"ll talk."

"Fuck, please, yes."

They said nothing else as their kisses resumed, his hands now working on her thick snow pants. She was still wearing her sleep shorts underneath, and he tugged those down along with her underwear, her scent now flooding the entire cabin. He tugged off her socks as well, even though her feet would get cold over his shoulders, but he wanted her unable to run away when he was done with her, in more ways than one. Besides, they were still wet from when she had stepped onto the front porch. He was being thoughtful.

She was naked underneath him, with her legs spread, and he kissed her one more time before sinking to his knees at the foot of the bed and diving in without even looking at her wet slit. His tongue slipped between her folds, seeking out the source of the scent that was driving him mad, and she fell back on the bed, gasping as his tongue connected with her clit. He wouldn"t linger there long, wanting his tongue deep inside of her, but she was already on the edge of an orgasm between her raging hormones and their earlier fight, so he wouldn"t make her wait any longer for her first.

His arms slid underneath her legs, forcing them to fall down his back, and his hands gripped her hips before tugging her lower on the bed. She gasped again as he sat back on his feet, his feast now fully splayed in front of him, and his tongue slipped down to her cunt again, lapping at her arousal that dripped from inside of her. She groaned a little as her hands went into his hair, tugging at the strands as she so often did, urging him back up to where she needed him most. He looked up towards her, her breasts calling to him, and he moved his hands higher, grasping one in each hand and pinching her nipples between his fingers.

"Fuck, Cedric, higher," she begged, his nose now rubbing against her clit, but not doing enough to set her off. "Please, I need—"

He knew what she needed, and with her now in the right position, unable to pull away from him when she was sensitive from orgasms. He needed at least two from her, but would truly be unsatisfied until he had reached four or more, and he intended to give her no breaks in between. If they slowed for even a minute, her brain would clear and she would want to talk, and he wanted her so riddled from pleasure that she finally relaxed, no longer stressed or upset or frustrated with him.

He needed this as badly as she did, even if his cock wasn"t receiving any attention.

His mouth moved to her clit, his lips wrapping around the swollen nub, and he growled, low and deep, sending the vibrations from his chest through his mouth and into her. Her breathing grew sharper, and he alternated between licking and sucking, pushing her closer to the edge with every movement. His hands on her breasts squeezed, rolling her nipples between his fingers, until his thumbs and forefingers were pinching both, squeezing and twisting them in rhythm with his tongue.

Her hands let go of his hair and moved to cover his hands, although she didn"t push them away. He never spent enough time on her breasts, but now he could see he had been doing them both a disservice, intent on making them as swollen and red as her cunt by the time he was done. Her nails tug into his wrists, and he growled again, his teeth aching to join in on the fun. It would be too much too fast, and he didn"t trust himself to not do damage, when the desire to sink his teeth into her thighs was still present as well. His tongue took over entirely, teasing and testing, until her heart was pounding and her breathing was filled with soft whines for more.

She was pliant and begging underneath him, and he told himself there would be more to come, as he sucked on her clit while growling one more time while his tongue flicked, sending her straight over the edge. Her screams filled the cabin as she hit her climax, and his hands ached to feel her cunt tighten around them, but he didn"t let go of her breasts as he let her ride out her orgasm, her legs shaking on either side of his head as she shuddered with the pleasure he was giving her.

He had promised to worship her, so worship her he would do.

When her body went slack in his hold, he let go of her breasts, her hands releasing him as he slid them lower. She moved them to cup her own breasts, squeezing the soft mounds much like he had been doing, and he left one of his hands on her belly while the other slid between her thighs.

"Delicious," he murmured as his mouth moved to her slit, licking up the new arousal that was leaking from her. His tongue was long, but not long enough to give her what she needed, but this was for him as much as it was for her, tasting the cream that would soon be all over his fingers. He thought about touching his cock, now free from the towel that had fallen open while he was tasting her, but if he started pumping himself, he would be unable to resist the desire to be inside of her.

His hand pressed down on her belly while his mouth moved back to her swollen clit, knowing the stimulation would be too much too soon, but unable to help himself. Two fingers easily slid inside of her, and he curled them, intent on giving her another quick orgasm, this time from inside of her. She gasped, saying something about how thick they were, but that was nothing compared to how it would feel when he slid a third into her. The soft spot at the top of her sex that always brought her to an orgasm, whether on his fingers or his cock, was all he was seeking out, and he pressed with both hands, the added pressure enough to easily get her ready for another.

She tried to pull away, her heels pressing into his shoulders while attempting to buck her off, but with his arms wrapped around her as they were, there was no chance of Bethany getting free. He knew what his mission was, and how he would achieve his goal, and not even her begging would have him stopping while he knew her body was aching for more.

Her second orgasm came quickly, but he didn"t stop there, stroking inside of her while adding a third finger and returning his tongue to her clit. She sobbed in response, calling out both his name and telling him it was too much, but she didn"t tell him to stop, and so he would not. The third one came so quickly, he didn"t know if it really was a third, or perhaps a continuation of the second, but more fluid leaked around his fingers than ever before, a sign of just how desperate she was for him, and how good it was.

Her legs shook as her feet gave up on pushing him away, and she shuddered again, her entire body now covered in goosebumps, as he lazily stroked inside of her, prepping her for one more.

Fuck, he had to touch himself before his cock fell off in protest, and he pulled the hand on her belly to replace the one inside of her. His dangerous game was continuing as he let his cum soaked hand move to his cock, and he stroked himself in rhythm with his fingers inside of her, until she was once again trying to buck away and begging him for mercy.

"It"s too much! I can"t. I can"t," she sobbed, twisting underneath him as though she could escape. "Oh my God, it"s too much. I can"t—"

"Tell me to stop," he answered her, his mouth leaving her cunt as he kissed the inside of her thigh. He was upping the stakes now, given how badly he wanted to bite her and taste her blood on his tongue, but he resisted. "Tell me to stop."

"Fuck you," she gasped, still twisting under him. "I can"t. I can"t."

Well then. He wouldn"t be stopping.

His hand kept pumping on his cock, bringing himself closer to the edge, and right when he thought he couldn"t take any more, that he would die if he held off any longer, she shrieked his name, her overstimulated body no longer able to take any more of the twin pressure of his fingers inside of her and his thumb on her clit. Her entire body tensed up as her back arched off the bed, and his cock exploded, shooting his cum all over the floor in front of him. He held onto her, sucking a bruise to the inside of her thigh as he carried her through her orgasm, but his fingers slowed until she went limp on the bed and her breathing became gasps for air.

Only then did he pull his fingers from inside of her and slip them into his mouth. He tasted her pleasure as he pushed himself up with his other hand from the floor, his own body feeling limp as he moved up to join her on the bed, needing to hold her.

"So fucking good," he groaned, his upper body making it halfway onto the bed before he reached for her, feeling the need to taste her from the source once again. "You"re ready. Ready to be bred. You"re made to be fucked by a bear. I haven"t said it before and I should have told you. You were made to be fucked by me. Made to take everything I can give you. You were made to be stuffed full of bear cock and fucked until you can"t move. I"m going to fuck you full of me, until you can"t even remember your own name. Going to imprint you with my scent, so every bear knows you are mine."

"Please," she whimpered, but she pulled away from his touch. He was intent on chasing her, pulling her to him, but then she rolled fully onto her belly. He watched, in shock and awe, as she forced first one knee higher on the bed, and then the other, until her ass was up in the air, and her still dripping cunt, now red and swollen, was begging like the perfect invitation. "Please, please fuck me. I need you inside of me. I need it. Cedric, please."

Fuck. He was going to lose this game. He was going to fuck her, here and now, forget the fucking conversation about her fears and her desires. He was going to breed her, put a cub in her belly, and—

No. Fuck. He had promised he wouldn"t fuck her like that until she had it all out.

But he couldn"t stay like this. He couldn"t keep his promise. Not with her on her knees and begging for his cock inside of her.

"I can"t," he insisted, now forcing himself to stand. "Fuck, Sunshine, look at you. Made to be fucked, but I—"

"I need it. I need you," she begged.

The desire to give in, to give her what she wanted, what her body needed, was too much for him to fight. He froze, considering moving forward, giving her what she wanted.

"I... Bethany, you can"t—"

"I don"t care," she sobbed out, now swaying her hips slightly. She was calling to him, like a siren, and he was caught in her grasp. "Inside of me. Fuck me until I"m pregnant. Breed me. Give us what we both want."

His choices were clear. Either he fought the desire to fuck her, as she wanted, or give in and give her what she wanted now, despite the knowledge that it wasn"t what she wanted in the long term. If he gave in, she would regret it later, despite her clear consent in the moment.

He was going to lose the fight if he stayed.

So instead, he would run.

"I... I can"t," he groaned, taking a heavy step back. "I"m... forgive me for this, Sunshine, please, but if I stay—"

"No," she gasped, struggling to push herself upright. "I... I need you. Don"t—"

"If I stay, I"m going to fuck you, here and now," he growled, feeling the need to give in and do as she wanted starting to win. "I— fuck."

He let his inner bear take over, but at the last moment stayed human as he raced down the stairs, even as the shift began. His feet became paws as he reached the door, and he tugged them both open, not bothering to close them behind him, before shifting completely into his bear form while he raced into the snow.

She was yelling after him as he raced away, but he couldn"t turn back.

Space, she had said. They needed space to clear their heads.

She was right about that, and now, he was running away when she was open and vulnerable, all because he hadn"t listened.

He hoped she would forgive him by the time he returned, her mind hopefully clear after she rested so they could talk.

And when he returned, he would tell her how much he loved her.

And hopefully, she would still love him in return.