Free Ranger Bear (Rogue Bear Series 1) by Meredith Clarke, Ally Summers Page A

them, kicking them to the side.
    She saw his hardness bulging with want. But there wasn’t anything he wanted her to do other than invite him in. Her hands braced against the counter, her knees spread as he nestled the tip of his rigid cock at her entrance.
    “You’re so fucking sexy, Whit,” he groaned as he thrust only a centimeter. “My perfect mate.”
    “Ohh, I need more than that,” she whimpered.
    It was exquisite torture. He hovered there, the head of his cock barely covered by her. She wanted him to drive deep inside.
    His palm landed on her breasts. “I pictured you like this. Your perfect tits. Your hips. How hot and wet you were for me. How tight you were,” he groaned. His fingers dug into her flesh as they traveled lower.
    “I can’t wait anymore,” she urged.
    His hands landed at her knees, firm against her soft skin. He pushed them slightly, sinking his shaft only another inch. Now the thickest part of his cock stretched her.
    “Ohh.” Her tongue traveled over her lips, thirsty for him to give her more.
    “See how we fit together?” His teeth pressed on his lower lip. She could tell he was holding back. “You were made for me.”
    “Ohh,” she screamed. Her head thrashed to the side. She felt so full, the ache tearing at her to suck him inside her.
    Her bud was pulsing, her juices hot, ready to coat his entire shaft, but he wouldn’t give it to her.
    His hands slid from her knees along her thighs, until his fingers were sliding between her folds, massaging and rubbing. She tried to thrust forward and draw him inside, but Kyle was strong and held his cock exactly where he wanted it, while his fingers tortured her. The need was consuming her. She was going up in flames.
    “I’m a bear, Whitney,” he growled, his eyes glowing with lust. The blue lighting with sapphire embers.
    She nodded. “I know,” she moaned.
    “Say it,” he commanded her. His fingers began to pry against her, rubbing her wetness against his steel rod.
    “You’re a bear,” she moaned.
    He flicked over her nub and she clenched at him, grasping for him to fill her, bury himself inside her.
    “What do you want from me?”
    “I want your bear,” she cried.
    “What else?” His fingers pried wider and she knew she was dripping wet. The ache was so sweet and desperate. He had taken her so far, but there was somewhere else they could go. A place where their two bodies became one.
    “I want your bear to take me.” It was sudden instinct taking hold. She knew it was what he needed to hear. She needed to say the words out loud. It sealed their bodies. Their commitment. She wasn’t going to send him away. She never would. She was his.
    His sigh filled the kitchen as he plunged deep in her, pulling her ass to the edge of the counter with his strong hands.
    “Oh fuck, Whit,” he roared sliding over her slit before his shaft thrust into her again.
    She screamed his name, unable to control the shuddering that immediately gripped her body. He pumped against her, wrapping her legs around his waist. Her hands searched for something to cling to, but they flattened against the counter, arching her breasts toward the ceiling.
    He pinched and squeezed her nipples, while she rocked into him, trying to ride the fullness of him. She loved how he touched her, forcing shocks of pleasure straight to her core. Nothing had felt like this. Her body was made for his. She knew it. His bear. The man. The Ranger.
    He was possessive and powerful, taking what he wanted. She surrendered to him, knowing he was giving her his body too. He slid in and out of her, the friction heating as their sweat mingled.
    Kyle began to pulse and vibrate deep inside her, giving her his magical essence in powerful jolts. “Come, Whit, come.” His mouth crushed hers as their bodies hummed and quivered. She clawed at his back, riding the pleasure as high as it would take her.
    “Oh, baby,” he grunted, collapsing on top of her breasts. He nuzzled against her