Mine.
That word replayed in his brain with every single fiery touch. Tonic growled and lifted her clear off the ground, dropping his towel and cupping her ass as her legs came around him. The position granted him better access to everything, and yes, he wanted it all.
“Tonic,” Maya moaned his name and it was nearly his undoing.
But he still needed to kiss her, needed to show her how much she meant to him where words could never do him justice.
Worlds, no, fuck that, entire universes died and were reborn in the time it took for him to kiss her completely. That was only one of a thousand such thoughts that raced through his brain until she tightened her hold and his mind went completely blank.
Maya moaned into his mouth. She squeezed her thighs around his waist, pressing her moist, hot cleft against his abdomen. The scent of her arousal filled his nostrils and Tonic was no longer capable of thought. He walked them both over to his enormous bed. Instinct guided his every move as he eased her down on top of the soft pillowy comforter.
“Mine,” he said the word aloud this time, reveling in the possessive look she gave him before her hands reached up, stroking his chest and arms, petting him just right, arousing his passion to new untried heights.
All he could do then was feel. Maya’s small hands reached down and cupped his manhood. It took both of them to completely circle his shaft, and once she did, she stroked his cock up and down, in a rhythm old as time itself.
He heard her own rumbling growl and wondered if she was aware of the ursine sounds she made in her desire. Tonic had to work to control himself as her fingers squeezed and gripped his length, reveling in the feel of them as they moved the loose velvety skin that covered his cock.
Maya reached down further, cupping his balls gently and tracing the crack of his ass with svelte fingertips before widening her legs and releasing him. Tonic growled and settled down, shifting his hips so his mushroomed head was right up against her core.
If he took her now it would be over far too soon, so he teased her and tortured himself in the process. Instead of plunging straight in, Tonic rocked his hips so that his thick cock slid in between her wet folds.
“Please,” she begged, but he shook his head.
“Not yet, aippak, soon,” he growled and flipped them both so that he was flat on his back and she was astride his belly.
“Tonic,?” he heard her question, but merely grunted as he lifted and pulled on her hips until she straddled his face with both plump thighs on either side of his oh-so-lucky head.
Maya’s hands slapped against the wall looking for purchase as he nuzzled her netherlips apart and breathed in more of her musk. She arched her back and dropped her head until her eyes were facing the ceiling as his tongue made its first swipe along her dripping slit.
Grrr.
Holy fuck! She was ambrosia. Honeyed heaven, and he loved the way she opened for him. Giving him all her secrets without fight or protest.
His Maya was not the coy female he’d expected, not with the way she was right there with him in the moment. Moaning and rocking her hips against his face, she never looked more beautiful.
She was gorgeous and pliant, allowing him to direct her moves, and he did, moving her in faster, tighter circles until she was riding his face with glorious abandon.
Fucking sweet. He growled loudly as her rose flavored honey dripped down his chin. Still, he licked, sucked, and fucked her sweet pussy with his tongue, tracing the path his cock would soon follow.
Maya moaned and whimpered, her breathing harsh as she arched above him and cried his name out in passion.
“Tonic!”
Her first orgasm came quick and hard, but Tonic was determined to see her come again before he claimed her. His chest rumbled as he licked her one more time and lifted her.
She was sweet and supple, pliable to his will in the aftermath of her completion. Slowly, he moved her to the mattress, settling her on all fours with her ass up and her face to the side and down against a pillow.
Tonic growled at the image she made and was hard pressed to move, but he managed. He crawled into position behind her, stroking his cock while he looked his fill moving her just a touch and growling loudly at the vision she made. His mate was fucking hot as hell and on perfect display.
Her love-swollen lips were pink and plump, the dusting of short blond curls soft and springy, and her puckered forbidden hole was tempting him to all sorts of naughtiness. There she lay for his pleasure and hers, splayed and spread out before him like an offering.
A sacrifice to his needs. No, he growled at the thought. It wasn’t true. He was her thrall, not the reverse. Tonic would give her anything, everything, all he had. He wanted nothing but to pleasure her for as long as she allowed him to. Hopefully forever.
“Feel good?” he asked as he reached out with delicate fingers to trace over her sensitive flesh.
He stilled until she understood he wanted an answer and grunted as she nodded in turn. Tonic’s poor little mate was tired, he thought with a wicked grin, but that was too bad. He wasn’t quite finished.
“You taste so good, sweetheart,” he grunted and bent down pressing his face to her nether lips and swiping the flat of his tongue from her clit to her asshole and back again.
“Oh fuck,” Maya groaned loudly.
Her voice sounded so husky and raspy. Sexy as fuck. Tonic liked the sound. A lot. He wanted more of it, wanted it so loud the sound would ring in his ears. He leaned forward and did it again.
Spreading her wide with his fingers, he licked her long and hard before piercing her with his tongue. Her channel tightened, clenching around him the same way she would soon be gripping his cock. The imagery made him wild. Every lick, every taste of her floral honey drove him crazy.
For her. Only her. Mine.
Tonic couldn’t get enough of Maya. He swapped fingers for his tongue, pushing them deep into her waiting heat and clamping his mouth over the tiny little nubbin. Her responding groan was just what he wanted.
His Polar Bear rose up inside of him, demanding to join in, but content to watch as she bucked and writhed in time with his ministrations. Tonic was determined to give her everything she wanted. To claim every inch and stamp himself all over her sweet body.
With his pointer finger buried deep inside her pussy, his thumb sought entrance to her forbidden hole. He teased and tested her acceptance, moving back and forth, ever so gently, until she pushed back invitingly.
Fuck yeah, he growled deeper, anticipating the day he would claim her there as well. For now, his thumb would suffice. He coated it in her juices and sucked her clit harder as he pushed into her tight little ass with his shortest digit. All the while, Tonic licked at her, spreading her juices to allow him better entry.
To Shifters, especially Polar Bears, nothing was off limits in the bedroom. As long as both parties were willing, everything was game. He could only speak for himself, of course, but he meant it when he said he and his beast wanted her every way possible.
He hungered for her in ways he’d never wanted another living soul. And through it all the one thing he sought above everything else was Maya’s pleasure. That was tantamount.
“Tonic!” she yelled and he knew from her tone she was close, so close.
He’d picked up on the light traces of anxiety in her voice, but beneath that was a need, a burning desire to learn, to experience this with him. Her curiosity was good and he welcomed it.