Billionaire Bear Shifters A Paranormal Romance Complete Series Boxset - Brittany White Page 0,188

shivered.

“Do it,” she whined softly, rocking her hips down onto his lap, making his cock harden in his jeans. “Mark me.”

Connor wasted no time in pulling the collar of her shirt aside and peppering that soft skin with kisses, biting and sucking red marks over her collar bones. When he leaned back he couldn’t hold back the possessive growl that rumbled low in his throat. Brooke looked down at him from her perch on his lap, hair dishevelled, her throat covered in love bites.

“Mine,” he vowed, rocking his hips to meet hers in a way that had them both gasping.

“Yours,” she agreed breathlessly. “Lie back?”

He went easily, pulling Brooke down with him, not wanting her to move, loving seeing her above him, but the second his back touched the mattress she slipped down to once again kneel on the floor, reaching for his shoes. Connor frowned, propping himself up on his elbows to look down at her.

“Brooke? What’re you…”

“Hush. Let me take care of you. Let me make you feel better.” She tossed his shoes to the side and stood up, reaching for the hem of her shirt and pulling it teasingly up and over her head. Her breasts fell free and Connor’s mouth watered.

“Like what you see?” She grazed her hands down to the fly of her jeans, stopping to pinch her nipples between her fingers, arching into her hands. Connor’s cock twitched and he had to physically restrain himself from launching at her. He needed to take her, needed to stake his claim on his mate-

His mate?

Brooke’s jeans joined the growing pile of clothes on the floor and she crawled her way up the bed - settling herself back over his hips and pulling eagerly at his shirt. Connor always made sure his suite was warm but he still shivered when his shirt went over his head. Brooke pushed him firmly back down and traced a line down his chest to his navel with her tongue, nipping at his hip bones. Her back was arched, giving him the perfect view of her ass framed in lace, and his dick ached.

“Love that wicked little mouth,” he rasped, watching in rapture as Brooke carefully pulled down his jeans and underwear, shimmying out of her panties and rubbing her slick entrance over his cock. Connor nearly came as she sank down onto him without warning, feeling every inch of him slide into her. He gripped her hips tightly when she immediately started to lift herself up, keeping her poised on his dick. “Are you trying to kill me?” he gasped. Brooke giggled and Connor groaned as she tightened around him.

“It’d be a good way to die,” she mused, leaning down to lick into his mouth.

Connor laughed, running a hand through her hair. “You’re such a good girl for me, don’t deserve you. Such a good girl…” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her wrist and then her elbow, making his way to her nipple. He ran his hands down the curve of her waist to her hips and she arched beautifully, hips rocking furiously as she fucked herself down onto him.

“Connor… please I- ah!”

Connor sat up and locked one arm around her waist, pulling her more fully onto his lap as he clutched her tightly to him. They both jolted at the change in angle. Connor took control. His grip tightened on her until he was sure there would be faint bruises left behind. His bear growled at the possibility of physical marks proving his claim. His pace quickened, rolling his hips up roughly into her until they were both panting into each other’s mouths, too lust drunk to kiss.

For a long moment the only sounds that echoed off the walls were grunts and moans and whimpers. And then Brooke seized up in his lap, hands leaving crescent indents on Connor’s shoulder blades as she shuddered through her orgasm. Connor managed two more thrusts before he too came with a shout, burying his head in Brooke’s neck, inhaling her scent.

“I’ve never lost anybody before,” he said a while later. They were still naked, buried under the covers, legs tangled together. Brooke had tucked him under her arm, hands soothing down his curls. “I mean, I lost my grandparents when I was kid, but I can barely remember them. Will was… an old friend. He moved back here when he split up with his partner, he needed a place to stay…” Connor had always been so careful with his people. Everyone at