“I know I should want this to be all slow and romantic and full of candles and long baths and champagne and all that,” Sarah said. “But really I just want you to take me as hard as you can right now. I’ve been burning for you all night. This feeling, it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt.”
“It’s the mating ritual. We’re going to feel like this for a while,” Danny whispered while planting kisses on her neck. Each kiss unlocked something within her, something incredibly wet and hungry. “It takes a year and a day to complete. We aren’t officially mates until then. We can’t get married or have kids until then.”
“Kids!” Sarah blurted out, then laughed. They hadn’t spoken about it at all, but they’d need to soon. “Holy crap, kids.”
“We’ll have time to talk about it.” He ran his fingers up her arms, sending delicious chills down her spine to war with the heat. “But this is going to transform you. At the end of it, you’ll be more than human.”
“Will I be a shifter?” Sarah couldn’t even imagine sharing her body with a bear, or having a bear in her heart, however Danny phrased it.
“Not exactly. You’ll be bear-blooded, a shifter-mate. You’ll be strong and healthy. You’ll be attuned to the magic of the world. There will be other gifts, little things. And you won’t age anymore.”
Danny’s cock was harder than ever and pressing up between her thighs. He rocked behind her, rubbing it against her cotton-covered sex. It wasn’t hard to believe his claims. She’d seen him become a bear, seen his eyes glow with honey-gold fire. The magic of their mating swirled within her and within him, pulling them close.
“Are you telling me I’ll be immortal?”
Danny took the top of her dress in his fingers and ripped it in half in one motion, leaving her nearly naked and trembling. Her reflection in the window looked indescribably sexy. Was that how she really looked? Was she becoming more sexy as a result of the mating process? Danny seemed even hotter, too. It was like they were becoming more of what they were supposed to be.
His fingers found her nipples and rolled them deliciously, pinching and tugging them. She couldn’t help but gasp and bite her lip at the sensation, totally losing the bet with Danny.
“What I’m saying is, after we’re fully mated, we’ll have all the time in the world for sensual baths and candles and oral sex that lasts a day and a night. I want to make you come in every way conceivable. But right now,” he said, “I need you.”
Danny’s hands moved down her body and ripped her bra and panties to pieces. Tomorrow they’d talk about it and she’d explain to him how effing hard it was to find a bra that fit decently well, but in the moment the heat was so overpowering that she didn’t care at all. It was their engagement party and she wanted to celebrate it in the best possible way.
Sarah braced herself against the window with her forearms. The glass was shockingly cool. She spread her feet wide and looked back over her shoulder to watch Danny as he slid his big cock inside her. His face made this expression when he entered her that she loved more than anything. It was like her cunt was so overpowering that it took away all his control. All of the tension in his muscles eased, his mouth dropped open, his eyes unfocused, and he groaned quietly. It was beautiful. She had so much power over him with such a simple thing. She wished she could just watch his pretty face as he fucked her—watch all of the emotions flash in his golden eyes—but as soon as she felt herself opening for him, she was gasping and begging and murmuring for more.
It was like there was a second Sarah in her that awoke when they made love. A second Sarah with a louder voice and a much more colorful vocabulary.
“Oh, your cock. Your fucking cock. Give it to me. Give me all your cock,” she groaned, pressing back against him. Where did these words come from? She’d never been vocal with any lover before, at least not in the same way. Was this a mating thing? Was there some magic that gave control over her voice to her pussy?
He plunged into her slowly, moving back and forth, opening her up. Sarah clawed at the windows and slapped the glass uncontrollably. “Did you get bigger?” she gasped. Her cunt was fluttering around him, stretching and sucking and stroking. He pushed all the way inside her, burying himself deeply, and Sarah let loose a growl of her own.
“The bed,” she said. “I need the bed.”
It was big enough for four people to sleep in. He must have had sheets specially made, Sarah found herself thinking as she slipped off of him and leapt into it. She landed on her belly giggling, and then rolled over and Danny was there on top of her. Her legs parted for him and wrapped around his waist, and before she knew it he was inside her again, deeply inside her.
It was different this time, the sex.
At the cabin, their weeklong affair had a timeless feeling, like they were escaping from life and having a fun little romp. It was a break from reality. A getaway. One of those “What Happens in Bearfield, Stays in Bearfield” kind of moments. It felt real enough, but they were separated from all familiar context.