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toward her pussy.
    Shifting his position, he kept her legs parted with his spread knees. Thankfully, he was bigger—
    much bigger—than his little mate, so keeping her pinned beneath him was easy. More than that, sheltering her smaller form beneath his felt right, even if the only person she needed protecting from right now was him.
    “Foster!” Her pleas got more urgent and he smiled. A slow sweep of his fingertips between her pussy lips found the slickness of her need. Lifting his hand, he held her gaze as he licked his fingers clean.
    “You taste so good. Sweet. Addictive.”
    Her eyes darkened and he couldn’t hold off any longer. Stretching out over her, he pushed her luscious thighs farther apart so he could settle between them. Her breathing hitched in a sexy little catch he decided he was going to do his damnedest to hear at every opportunity.
    He reached between them, his big hand shaking as he wrapped his fingers around his cock and rubbed the broad head over the seam of her lower lips.
    “ Foster…” She was near begging now, arching her back and pulling against his hold on her wrists.
    Taking pity on her (and himself), he lowered his hips to fit the head of his cock against the slick entrance to her pussy.
    He pushed a little and she caught her lower lip between her teeth, mangling the full curve. He pushed a little more and they both gasped as he breeched her, slipping within her silken depths half an inch.
    She groaned, eyes rolling back in her head, then opened them to look directly at him. “Foster, if you don’t get with it and claim me properly right now, I’ll find a bear that will!”
    He knew she wouldn’t, couldn’t. Just like for him, there would be no other in her life from now on, but damned if the threat didn’t have an effect.
    His bear surged forward, his nails back to claws and with a snarl, and he shoved all the way inside her. A bolt shot through him at the feeling and he bowed his head, fighting for breath.
    She was tight. Fuck was she tight.
    She was wet.
    Hot.
    Slick.
    She was heaven.
    “You okay, doll?” he whispered, his voice a harsh rasp. Crap. What if he’d hurt her? Her next demand allayed his concerns.
    “Claim me, Foster, now!”
    She wrapped her arms around him when he released her wrists, and there was nothing he could do to resist. Pulling back, he slid all the way into her again. It felt so good, her curves pressed cozy-like against him that he did it again, then again. His ass moved like a piston, driving his cock deep inside her in a rhythm as old as time and as primal as nature.
    Growls slipped from his throat unbidden as she gasped and clung to him, both fuel to the masculine drive that urged him to claim her. Her scent thickened, body tight like a clamp around his cock and he knew she didn’t have long.
    Neither did he for that matter. A line of fire shot down his spine to lodge behind his balls, drawing them up high and tight as his release threatened. With a feral snarl, he pulled her upright, sitting back on his haunches to impale her on his cock. She shuddered, her pussy clenching around him. Almost there…
    His fangs dropped into his mouth and he swept his hand up her back to cup her neck. Automatically she tilted her head to the side, an unspoken invite.
    “Come for me, little mate,” he rumbled and struck.
    His fangs slid through the silk of her skin like sharp shears, the intense, copper ambrosia of her blood filling his mouth. Just the taste tipped him over the edge. His climax ripped through him like a supernova at the same moment she keened hers to the air.
    His hips pumped as he drank, unable to get enough of her body or the taste of her blood. Not in an icky way, but just the tiny taste from the small nip he’d given her was enough to make him come longer and harder than he ever had before.
    When the waves died to ripples, he disengaged his fangs gently and swept his tongue over the small marks. There were four, two together then a space