Free Bearing the Late Thaw (Ice Bear Shifters Book 5) by Sloane Meyers

make love to her without another second of delay.
    But he waited, as she had ordered. She climbed back onto the bed and grabbed the bottom hem of his long-sleeved thermal shirt, tracing her fingers upward across his naked abs and chest as she pulled the shirt up and over his head. She let her fingers drag back down across his naked chest and stomach, sending thrilling shocks of electricity through him. When she reached his jeans, she stopped, unbuttoning the top button swiftly and then pulling down the zipper at a maddeningly slow pace. She shimmied the jeans down around his hips and over his ankles, until the only item of clothing that remained on his body was his underwear. She paused for a moment to give him a sultry smirk, then reached for the underwear and shimmied it off of his body as well. He let out a sigh of relief as his dick sprang free, and then another moan as she climbed on top of him.
    She straddled him, holding herself just above where his now throbbing dick stood waiting for her. He could feel her moisture dripping onto him. She was so wet, all for him. He moaned happily as he looked up at her and savored the beautiful sight of her face hovering over him.
    “Alright, Mr. Bigshot Alpha. I’m going to ride you—hard. You’re not allowed to come until I do. Are you man enough to handle it?”
    Neal could only moan in response. Christine’s take charge attitude was damn sexy. He knew he could hold out for her, but he hoped she wouldn’t take too long. The feeling of her skin against his skin left him feeling intoxicated, and every nerve ending on his body tingled as the passionate pressure inside of him built.
    Christine gave him one more delicious, sultry look, and then slid down onto him. He heard her moan and saw her eyes fly open wide as his dick penetrated deep into her insides. He smiled and closed his own eyes as the warm, moist pressure of her overtook him. She started sliding up and down slowly. Then she switched her motion to an almost circular rotation, grinding her hips against him. She gradually sped up her movement, groaning in pleasure the entire time. She was in complete control, and she obviously knew how to use her new boy toy to pleasure herself. He wasn’t complaining a bit. The head of his penis tingled with each thrust of her body, begging for release. But Neal patiently held on, enjoying the feeling of Christine enveloping him. Her moans grew louder and louder, and her thrusting faster and faster, until Neal’s entire body became so heated with pleasure that he thought he was going to burst into flames.
    And then she stopped thrusting and arched her back, screaming out his name as she did. He felt her internal muscles pulsing over and over as she found her release. She panted and whimpered in pleasure as the waves of her orgasm passed over her, squeezing Neal’s dick tightly with each fresh surge. Neal groaned and let his own release come. The fiery, tingling pressure that had built up in his body all rushed to a single point between his legs, and then exploded like a warm crescendo into Christine. He cried out as the pleasure surged through him, feeling more vulnerable and alive than he ever had before.
    When it was over, they both lay there, spent and happy, breathing heavily in the afterglow of the moment. Neal was overcome with a feeling of love like he had never known before. Christine knew everything about him, and she had still trusted him and wanted him. He wrapped his arms tightly around her and breathed in her now familiar scent of roses and cedarwood.
    Emboldened by the moment they had just shared, he took the opportunity to say what was on his mind. “Is it crazy that I’m already sure that you’re my life mate?” he asked, pulling back to search deep into her eyes with his.
    “No,” she said. “Not crazy. Because I’m pretty sure you’re mine.”

Chapter Seven
    The next morning, Neal woke up to the sound of humming. He was disoriented for a moment at the