her thirsty little nub and Lydia screamed at just that little bit of contact. “Here?” he whispered. He smirked and pinched her breast just as he prodded her clit and then began to rub infuriatingly slow circles into her. “Right here, Liddy? Is that where you want me?”
“Oh God, fuck… Eric…”
Eric leaned down and licked into her open mouth, nipping at her lips, burying his nose in the crook of her neck as he stroked her more rapidly. “Say my name again.”
“Eric.”
“Yes.”
“Eric, please…”
“Did you always think about this too?” His hand moved so fast she clamped her thighs around it, almost wanting him to stop and let her breathe as pure, almost torturous bliss approached, and also never ever wanting him to stop. He didn’t stop anyhow. He had her, she was there, shaking uncontrollably and weeping as his expert fingers worked that magic button and made it blaze within her.
“Yes!” she cried out. “Of course, I did… I did…”
Eric growled so low and yet so loud, for a wild moment she thought he had shifted. But then he was climbing on top of her and she was breathless and lost to her continuing euphoria still rushing through her blood, even as he pushed her legs back. She nodded wildly. Her entire body was slick with sweat. Eric licked a stripe down the middle of her chest as he positioned himself and then with one great thrust he was inside her.
She had thought she had met the pinnacle of her pleasure already, but her mouth dropped wide open as Eric thrust his thick cock inside her again and again, wringing out every little bit of bliss she could possibly feel it seemed, even as he took his own.
It happened all of a sudden, but when it did, Lydia could not breathe. She could hardly see either. There was light inside her and she could feel it inside Eric too.
One second they were two people, two bears, two friends. The next, they were merged, one being that seemed to be ascending to some other plane. Her legs wrapped around his broad back and she clenched her teeth as tears poured down her face and she dug her heels in, clutching his shoulders. He stared at her, wide-eyed, looking just as surprised as she felt. They were together in this. There was no mistaking it, as much as they would later dance around it all. She was just as sure of that as of this sensation and the way they now became a single creature.
“Lydia,” Eric breathed against her mouth, staring down at her. “Liddy…”
I feel you...I feel you inside me...all around me…
It was just a thought in her head as she clutched him, but she knew from the way his eyes widened further that he had somehow heard it.
He moaned into her neck and all at once he was spilling inside her, his cock throbbing as he came, the two of them fused into one unbreakable form.
21
Eric
“Are we still not talking?” Eric's voice was rough and throaty, like it had been dragged down a gravel road for a while.
They lay naked atop Lydia’s bed and Eric was on his side, bracing his head on one hand as his other was content to idly trace shapes along Lydia’s flushed skin. She watched the journey of his hand, still catching her breath as they lay there.
Eric thought it was weird how not weird it all seemed.
He had heard her thoughts in his mind. It had happened sometimes when they were kids. Shared telepathy between shifters was rare but possible. But it had been so long, he had all but convinced himself he’d imagined the whole thing.
He hadn’t imagined this.
“No,” Lydia said softly. “We’re not talking.” She reached up and took his hand in hers, her fingers dancing along his palm and his knuckles before she pulled his hand down to kiss the pads of his fingers. “We’re not talking about the past or what this means or my nightmares. None of it. There’s only this moment.”
“I’m sorry about the nightmares.” He kissed her shoulder and the swell of her breast. “I’m sorry they scared you. But I don’t think I’m in danger. Everything’s fine.”
If he racked his brain, the only trouble he could think of was the asshole bear shifter who had tried to force Nathan’s mate to marry him. But he had been promptly disposed of and all his surviving henchmen had seemed more than happy to get the hell away from