Her Bear To Keep (Second Chance Shifters 5) by Meredith Clarke Page B

limbs warning her that the alcohol was hitting her fast, when she felt heat at her back.
    “You can’t ignore me all night,” Ty’s velvety voice said low in her ear.
    “Oh, shit,” Jordan whispered. Desire flooded her, pooling slickly between her legs.

Tyson
    H is mate’s desire hit him like a force field, catching him by surprise and awakening his bear.
    Ty heard her say something, but didn’t quite understand her as the blood rushed from his brain.
    She wanted him.
    He could smell it. Her desire filled all of his senses even as his mind questioned what was happening.
    Jordan hated him, didn’t she?
    Sure, at first she’d been devastated at ending their relationship, but she’d grown colder over the years. Had it all been a ruse? A mask that she’d put on to protect herself from the pain he felt every second of every day from being apart from her? His mate.
    Her hair was up, leaving her neck bare, so Tyson had free access to nuzzle her softly. Jordan was tall for a woman, but even in heels, he still had to bend to reach her neck.
    She moaned, and Ty felt it all the way to his cock.
    Opening his mouth, he kissed the base of her neck at her shoulder gently, then sucked on her strawberry-scented skin, causing her to melt back into him. Tyson brought his arms around her waist to steady her, then ran his nose up, reveling in the slight shiver that coursed through her body at his touch.
    Ty knew his control was about to snap, his bear eager to claim its mate after four long years without her. The evidence of Jordan’s desire made him think she felt the same way, but still, he had to be sure.
    “Is this what you want?” he asked gruffly, having no doubt she knew what he was asking. They knew each other too well for her to not realize that his need for her was pulsing through him, threatening to tear him apart.
    “God, yes,” she murmured, giving him the only response he needed.
    Instinct took over, and oblivious to what was going on around him, Ty took Jordan’s hand and led her out of the room, his focus on one thing and one thing only, claiming her once again.
    Ty tried each door in the hallway until one opened. He shoved it closed behind them and locked it, before pushing her up against the wood and fusing his lips to hers.
    Jordan opened immediately, her mouth hot, wet, and as eager as his own. His hands went up to her hair, tugging gently until the long, dark, tendrils fell around her shoulders. He’d always loved her hair. Thick and glossy, she’d always gone crazy when he fisted his hand in it, and he’d loved the way it looked splayed out across her naked body. Filled with memories and a sense of rightness, Ty buried his fists in her hair and bunched them up, pulling lightly as his tongue swept through her mouth.
    She moaned against his lips, and he could smell a fresh rush of desire run through her.
    His Jordan, his mate . She always liked it a little rough.
    Eager to please them both, Ty pulled her dress down in front, exposing her luscious breasts, then pinched both of her nipples between his fingers, causing her to cry out. She threw her head back against the door, exposing her perfect neck as he teased her hard, rosy nipples.
    Her breasts were very sensitive, and Ty could sometimes make her come by playing with them alone. That’s not what he wanted to happen today, though. He hadn’t had Jordan’s body available to him in a long time, and he was determined to make the most of it.
    Dropping to his knees, Tyson went under her floor length dress and buried his face in her sweet pussy. He heard Jordan moan as she thrust her hips toward him, his mouth opening to lick her through her white satin panties. Ty teased her over the material, then pulled it to the side and ran his tongue along the velvet seam of her lips, stopping to suck on her clit.
    “Holy shit, Ty,” Jordan cried. “You feel so good.”
    He’d forgotten how vocal she was during sex. How much he’d loved it. Ty realized he’d