Free Woodsman Werebear by T. S. Joyce Page B

smeared it across her chest as his hips jerked harder with each of her strokes. His eyes lightened to that frosty gray, and his jaw clenched so hard, a muscle twitched and jumped there.
    “I’m gonna come,” he gritted out.
    She released him immediately. That’s not what she wanted. She didn’t want him spilling onto her stomach when her sex was aching so badly for release with him.
    “How do you want me?” she asked as soft as a breath.
    The rattling growl was back in his throat as he rolled his hips, almost as if he were still on the verge of release even without her touching him. “Roll over.”
    Okay, fuck yes, this was happening. She didn’t like to be told what to do as a general rule, but when Drew, who was clearly as much animal as man right now, ordered her to do something in that sexy, growly voice of his? Well, she was just fine with minding him like this.
    She flipped over faster than a pancake. He shoved a pillow under her hips and another under her breasts, and then told her, “Look up in that mirror right there, Riley. Watch me take you.”
    Her inner goddess was bouncing and clapping.
    She drew her attention to the reflective glass over the dresser and stifled her natural urge to belittle herself. No make-up, damp hair drying in short waves, breasts swollen and pushed forward over the pillow, and still, Drew was looking at her reflection like she was the sexiest thing he’d ever laid eyes on. How could she feel anything less than beautiful with him looking at her like this? With him touching her like this?
    He slid into her, inch by inch, until she was filled with him. His eyes closed, and a soft breath huffed from him as he grabbed her waist in a steely grip. She loved him like this. At the edge of his control. She’d done that—driven him wild.
    He eased out, and then pushed into her again.
    The pillow bumped her clit, sparking her sensitive nerve endings and pulling a soft gasp from her lips.
    Drew spread her legs wider with his knee and slid into her again, harder this time.
    His powerful hips pumped with every stroke. Riley couldn’t pull her gaze away from their reflection if she tried. It was erotic to watch him take her from behind, but more than that, it was beautiful. Graceful. Powerful. He was taking her higher and higher, deeper into this overwhelming euphoria than she’d ever been before.
    Drew growled, but it wasn’t a threatening sound. It was a satisfied one that lifted gooseflesh on her back. He leaned forward, pressing his taut abs against her as he pumped into her. She met him stroke for stroke now, slamming back against him as the snarling grew louder. His teeth grazed her shoulder and she arched her back, crying out for more.
    Release pounded through her as Drew froze behind her, every muscle tensed. He grabbed her breast and gritted his teeth as his cock swelled inside of her, pumping warmth. Throbbing jets filled her, and she closed her eyes at how blindingly good he felt connected to her like this.
    Drew’s eyes, almost snow-colored in the dim light from the bathroom, held her trapped in the mirror. “I understand the cub is not,” he said in an odd, growly voice, “but you, Riley…you’re mine.”

Chapter Nine
     
    “Well, that escalated quickly.” Riley sipped the glass of orange juice Drew had handed her and stifled a groan. Pulp free and everything, just how she liked it. Drew was racking up the points with her tonight.
    He chuckled from beside her on the bed. Riley was sitting against the creaking headboard, while Drew was lying down with his feet dangling off the end, gloriously naked and propped up on his elbow near her stomach. He hadn’t taken his eyes off Harper’s rolling movement for the last five minutes, and his hand drifted gently over Riley’s tummy to wherever the movement was.
    “In my defense, I tried to slow us down,” he murmured.
    True.
    Her body felt like a noodle after what they’d done, but not in a bad way. She was practically