Pre-cum ran in a long stream out of the tip of my shaft, and I felt it smear on the sheets, making them slick.

"I need to be inside of you, baby." I groaned and licked her clit again.

She gasped, and I glanced up at her.

Now that I knew she was mine, and would always be mine, my bear was like a monster inside me.

I might be able to be tame for the woman I loved, but I'd always be an overly alpha bear shifter when it came to her. I'd always be obsessed and possessive when it came to the woman I loved.

Brittin

God. It feels so good.

Law was between my thighs, licking my clit, and had me on the verge of getting off. He moved his tongue over my clit, sliding the muscle down to tease my pussy hole, then moving it back to repeat the process.

"I need you." And I did ... desperately.

"Fuck, I need to be inside of you, Brittin."

"Yes," I moaned out.

He gave my pussy one last lick before moving up the bed and kissing me hard. I tasted myself on his lips and tongue and found it so hot.

He moved down and ran his tongue over my nipples, and I looked down to watch him as he did it. I wanted his cock inside me, wanted him to possess me in all ways.

"Are you ready for me, baby?"

I could only nod.

He reached down and took hold of his dick. I couldn't look away.

I didn't want to.

"Fuck, I want you," he groaned.

"Law." I said his name softly, moaning it like a plea.

He kissed me softly.

He rubbed his cock between my slit, up and down, teasing me. I gripped his huge biceps and dug my nails into his flesh.

"Tomorrow, when you sit down, you'll feel how sore your pussy is and remember why."

Oh. God.

He pressed the tip of his cock to my pussy and stared into my eyes for only a second. And then he slammed every single inch of his thick, wide cock inside me in one fluid motion.

I couldn't deny that the stretch and fill of his cock in me had tears pricking my eyes.

"Fucking hell, Brittin," he groaned. After a second, he started moving in and out of me. "You're so fucking tight and wet."

I dug my nails deeper into his flesh.

He wrapped his arms around me, held me close, and really started thrusting in and out.

Law was slow but thorough, showing me how much he loved me and how much he wanted to give me pleasure.

I felt his cock jerk inside me right before he groaned. His cock was so big, so thick and long, that I felt every inch of him filling me. I felt the hard jets of his cum bathing my insides, claiming me, marking me. My pussy was stretched so wide, and I was so full, but it wasn't enough.

It would never be enough.

It wasn't just the pleasure that was rising in me that made me feel euphoric, but the fact I was with Law.

He ran his tongue up and down my throat, his breaths coming in hard pants along my skin. I tilted my head to the side, wanting him to mark me, needing it desperately.

And then he did just that.

He pierced the side of my throat, groaned deeply, and I came again.

"God, yes," I whispered.

He moved his hands to my hips, dug his fingers into my flesh, and pulled his mouth away from my neck. He licked at the small wound he'd left and shivered. Slowly, he leaned back to look down at where his cock was.

"God, Brittin. Watching my cock slide in and out of you is so damn hot."

I pushed my upper body up and watched his cock moving in and out of me. It was glistening with my pussy cream, and I gasped at the visual pleasure of it.

"This pussy belongs to me, baby."

I could only nod.

"No one else will have it."

I shook my head, because I didn't want anyone else.

He thrust in deep, and I gripped his biceps and fell back on the bed.

"You're. Mine." His voice was distorted, and I knew it was a mixture of his bear and human.

"I'm yours."

And that's how I wanted it. That's how it would always be, because I couldn't stay away from Law. We'd work it out. We had to, because not being with him was a punishment all in itself.

Five months later

Law pulled me onto his lap, and I laughed at the joke Blaine had told. He was by the grill, a can of Coke in his hand, and the smile on his face genuine. He was happy and healthy, and together, we were going to make sure he stayed that way.

He'd been out of rehab for a couple of months already, and he was doing well. He even had a part-time volunteer job at a help-line that dealt with people with addictions. He helped them through tough times, made sure they knew they weren't alone, and I think that helped him a long way in his recovery.

While Blaine had been getting the help he needed, and getting his life back on track, Law and I had been working on our relationship. We started out slow-well, aside from the incredible sex part-and were getting to know each other all over again. I couldn't lie and say I didn't enjoy that fact, because I did. It was nice seeing him like this, giving me the support and space I needed to make my own way in this life.

Law was giving me that respect, and I loved him even more for it.

I laughed at something else Blaine said, and Law pushed a strand of my hair off my shoulder and kissed my neck. I shivered and snuggled into him even more, loving how we could all be together, give each other support, and not stop each other from moving forward.

This was the beginning of our story, and God, did it feel good to be here.

Epilogue.

Law

One year later

"Well, shit." I cursed out and placed the frying pan on the stove. I wanted to make this right, so here I was, making food for my woman. That was the domestic thing to do, although I sucked at this shit. She'd be eating blackened chicken before the night was over with.

I looked over at Brittin, saw her smiling, and although I was pissed at myself that I couldn't even do this shit, seeing her looking at me like that made things a hell of a lot better.

The fire alarm went off due to the smoke filling the room. "Sonofabitch," I cursed out low and heard Brittin laughing.

It took a good five minutes for the smoke to dissipate once I opened the window. Once that was at least out of the way, I set the table, putting the semi-burned chicken on the plates, as well as the sides.

"At least we can eat the potatoes and vegetables." I picked up the chicken and dropped it back on the plate, hearing it clank on the ceramic.

She came behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist.

"I can't guarantee this is edible."

She laughed again. "I'll grab us something to drink."

Tonight isn't about dinner, though. No, tonight, I'm going to do the right thing.

Over the last year, we'd changed a lot in the way we lived. After Blaine got out of rehab, Brittin had moved back to Stales permanently. I knew it wasn't just to be close to her twin, but also because I'd promised her I'd changed and I had ... for her.

Telling her what she should and shouldn't do was not how a relationship worked. I couldn't keep her locked away or protect her from everything in the world. She wanted a career, and she deserved to have everything she wanted.

Hell, she was even using her business degree in Stales, managing a small architecture company, and it was growing exponentially.