A Very Beastly Christmas (Gray Back Bears Book 7) Read Online Free PDF

locked arm, he searched her face. “Not this one, Ana. This one is just for you. I want to watch your face when you come on my hand.”
    Oooh, what this man did to her insides. She rocked her hips against his palm, setting the pace as the pressure built inside of her. Clenching the covers with one hand and raking her nails down his back with the other, she exploded around him and cried out.
    “Good mate,” he rumbled in approval as he lowered himself down against her.
    Stone hard chest against her soft breasts and, damn it all, she’d missed his skin like this. She rolled her hips as the aftershocks went on and on, and Beaston was back at her neck, nipping and kissing and building the fire in her middle again. With a growl, he rolled her on top of him and sat up, pulling her legs on either side of his hips until she straddled his lap.
    Easing upward, she hovered over him for an instant, just to see that spark of desire and desperation in his eyes. Wild, dominant, apex predator shifter, and he liked when she took the reins in their bed. He made her feel like a goddess. Her. A timid raven shifter in the most dangerous crew of bear shifters there was, and her mate liked her in control.
    His breath came ragged as she slid over his thick erection, taking all of him slowly. God, he felt good inside of her. This right here, this was where everything made sense. Where all her insecurities and worries disappeared, and all that was left was infinite adoration for the man who had stolen her heart when he thought she was nothing more than a raven and she’d thought he was nothing less than the entire world.
    On the edge of the bed, Beaston tensed under her, feet planted on the floor as he gripped her hips and rocked to the rhythm she set. She was going to take him slowly, draw this out and make him come hard, because that’s what she needed right now. And she’d gamble that’s what Beaston needed, too. Arms around his neck, holding him tight, she kissed him as she rolled her hips with him again. The growl in his throat was constant now, but it didn’t scare her. It never had. Beaston was wild, but she understood him.
    His fingers dug into her hips, his muscles flexed under her touch, and as that beautiful tingling pressure began to build in her middle again, Beaston slipped his tongue past her lips and tasted her again and again, deeper until Aviana whimpered and lost control. She bucked against him faster now as he met her blow for blow. He was so big, she was filled with him. Stretched around him as she lifted off by inches and lowered herself back down. He felt bigger now, swollen, getting close just like her.
    Grabbing her ass, Beaston lay back on the bed and watched her move over him. Hands on his stony chest, she dug her nails in as he arched back, his abs flexing with her as they moved. His grip on her thighs was tight as he silently urged her faster. So close. So. Close.
    “Oh!” she cried out, chanting the word over and over as her body pulsed around him.
    Beaston gritted his teeth and clenched his sexy, sharp-as-glass jaw as he froze under her and let off a lethal-sounding snarl. Jets of warmth filled her as his release matched hers, and then their rhythm slowed. Sighing in utter satiation, Aviana lay against his chest as his hands slid up and down her back in a soothing motion.
    “I’ve missed you,” he whispered, as if he didn’t want to break the magic of the moment.
    They’d been intimate lately, but she understood. It hadn’t been like this. It hadn’t been without abandon, adoring each other like this was.
    Aviana smiled and snuggled her face against him. “I love you,” she murmured.
    “I can tell,” he said, stroking her hair from her face.
    “How?” she asked, teasing.
    But the seriousness in his voice when he answered surprised her. “Because you let me put a baby in you.” Beaston ran his fingertips through her mussed hair and kissed the top of her head, allowing his lips to linger there.