Free Redeem The Bear by T.S. Joyce Page A

lips and into his mouth.
    “Corin,” he rasped, easing away.
    “I want you.”
    He cast a glance behind him and she thought he would deny her, but when he faced her again, his eyes were focused and his mouth found hers in that demanding rhythm from earlier.
    He didn’t bother removing her panties, but moved them to the side and slid into her, gentle the first thrust, but punishing after that. He bucked wildly, hips crashing against hers until a rhythmic smacking echoed through the woods. She should feel embarrassed. They weren’t that far away from the tents and she didn’t even belong here, but she trusted him to protect her if they were found out.
    And he felt so damned good inside of her, it was hard to think about the reasons she shouldn’t be in his arms.
    “You said his name earlier,” Brooks gritted out. “When you came, you called me Daniel. Say my real name, Corin.”
    Had she? She couldn’t remember, nor could she think straight right now. Words failed her as pleasure warred with pain. He was going too fast.
    “Say it,” he gritted out. “Say my name and I’ll reward you.”
    “Brooks,” she murmured.
    He pulled out of her and she gasped at the unexpected emptiness she felt inside. That was the worst reward of all time.
    He dropped to his knees and gripped her hips, pressed her back against the tree and pressed his mouth onto her sex.
    “ Oooh,” she said in a shaking voice. Never mind. This was the best reward ever.
    His tongue dipped languidly inside of her, over and over and the soreness there melted away. She had already been close, and her knees grew weaker as he kissed on and on. He held her steady in place, as if he’d known her reaction would be to go limp as mud at his capable touch. Cocky genius.
    Was she supposed to watch his head bobbing sensually between her thighs? Was she supposed to close her eyes and enjoy the waves of pleasure he was bringing her? She should have studied up. Arching against him, she gripped a low hanging branch above her and bore more of her weight as the first moan of ecstasy left her lips. He was so damned good at this.
    Tiny patterned whimpers escaped her as the pressure built and she came even harder than the first time, pulsing around his clever tongue. Shaft in hand, he was stroking long and slow, and now a single dewy bead of cum sat at the top, glistening in the moonlight.
    He kissed between her thighs once more and stood on steady, powerful legs.
    “Are you growling at me?” he asked, raking his teeth against her neck.
    Was she? Indeed she was. That was a first. “I wanted to do that.”
    “Do what?”
    “Stroke you.”
    “Submissive bear, so bold to growl at a dominant,” he murmured.
    She couldn’t tell if he was angry or amused and his face gave away nothing. Slowly, he lifted her hands back to the tree branch above her , then slid inside of her. “I was taking care of myself so I’d be close when I took you, Corin. So it wouldn’t hurt as much.” He thrust hard and she gasped.
    His hands found her backside and he pressed her against him with the next thrust. It hurt compared to his tongue, but still felt right. Felt good.
    “Don’t growl at me again, Corin, or I’ll punish you.” Another thrust and another. Then three short bursts and warmth shot into her as he groaned and bucked erratically.
    She came again, enco uraged by his own throbbing release. “Brooks,” she whispered as she tipped over the edge.
    “Good girl,” he rasped, and she nearly glowed under his compliment. He didn’t seem the type to give them lightly.
    He clutched her chin and kissed her hard and short as he pulled out of her. “Put your clothes on. Dawn will be here soon.”
    Dawn. The word had become synonymous with death and the bottom dropped out of her stomach. Brooks and his tender affection had been a beautiful distraction from the end, but there was no more avoiding it. No more hours left to ignore the bloody fate that was coming.
    “You won’t stop