Her Christmas Bear by Marie Mason Page B

was kissing him and the next she was begging him to make her come.
    “I thought you’d never ask.” Picking her up, Marcus carried Hope to his bedroom. Later he’d take her by the fire, spread her out and lick her until she came, then start all over again. For their first time, he wanted to take her in a bed. Show her how much he loved her, wanted her. He wanted to worship her.
    Placing her on the bed, he stepped back and quickly stripped. He took pride in the fact that she watched him. When he was done he stood there, letting her look her fill, as he did his. Her breasts hung heavy and lush against her chest, her nipples still wet from his mouth. She sat up in the bed and scooted to the edge, crooking her finger at him to come closer.
    As soon as he was within reach, she traced a line from the top of his shoulder to the hollow at the base of his throat and down the solid plane of his chest. She placed her mouth on one small brown nub that beaded in anticipation of her touch. He couldn’t control the hiss of breath as she sucked on both of his hard nipples.
    As she worked his flesh with her tongue and teeth, she took his cock in her hand and gave him a long, slow stroke. A drop of pre-cum slipped from the end. He felt her spread it over the sensitive slit and press firmly against the tiny hole. The sensation made his bear roar. She stroked him again and more pre-cum pumped from his body. She drew back, lowered her head and licked the liquid away.
    Marcus’s bear went wild as soon as Hope wrapped her small mouth around the mushroom shaped head of his cock. The animal wanted to pull away and throw her on the bed and fuck. No more so than the man, but the man still remained in enough control to remember that Hope was human. That she deserved sweetness and tenderness. At first. Oh, he planned on fucking her raw by the end of the night. Taking her over and over again until all she could do was beg for release.
    Plus, he craved the feel of her mouth on his cock. His hands tangled in her hair, holding her close. His hips bucked, making her take him deeper. She tried to take all of him, her hands clutching his waist as he thrust into her mouth over and over again. But he was too big. Too hungry. He pulled away, picking her up under her arms and tossing her to the center of the bed.
    “I can smell how much you want me. Are you wet? Wet for me, mate?” His hand slid over her belly to the top of her jeans. Slowly, he slid the zipper down. His fingers traced the edge of her panties before she grabbed his wrist, stilling his movements.
    “Marcus.”
    “Sshh.” He understood immediately what was wrong. That her confidence was fading. “You are all I need. All I will ever want.”
    Marcus bent his head and captured Hope’s mouth in another searing kiss as her breathing thinned and her brain emptied. His tongue tangled with hers and he stripped her of her remaining clothing. His hands, more urgent now, stroked her arms, and clasped her waist. He cupped her breasts, his touch growing rough but she loved it. She wanted a wild mating.
    He framed her face with his hands and his mouth ravaged hers. “You don’t know how much I want, Hope. How much I need.”
    “Show me. Show me how much.”
    He gathered both her wrists in one of his and raised her arms above her head and held them there. She arched her back, silently begging him to take her. Dusky color splashed across his face and his eyes glittered blackly. She shivered, knowing it was the animal she saw in those brown depths. Both the man and the bear would have her tonight. As if he sensed her thoughts, he spoke. “Don’t tease the bear, baby.”
    “Who me?” She blinked up at him naughtily.
    “Tell me you want this.”
    Her gaze was steady as she answered. “I want you. The man and the bear.”
    He let go of her hands and pulled her legs apart, bending her knees and settling between them. She thought he was going to take her then and she closed her eyes, preparing