Cyrus by Kenzie Cox Read Free Book Online

Get in the shower. I’ll join you in a second.”
    He bent his head and ran his tongue over my collar bone. “Will do. But hurry, all right? All that talk of your girlfriends sharing your bed has gotten me worked up.” He dropped his jeans, revealing his bulging erection.
    “I never said anything about my bed,” I whispered, and swallowed a groan of desire as my lady parts started to pulse.
    He ran his hand down my side, sending tingles everywhere. Then he turned, giving me a perfect view of his tight ass as he stepped into the shower stall.
    I stood there, licking my lips for a second. Damn, he was fucking sexy. How in the world had I ended up with him in my bed again? I shook my head, not caring in the least.
    “Claire?” he asked. “Care to join me anytime soon?”
    “Yeah. One sec.” I hastily brushed my teeth and wiped away the traces of mascara smudges beneath my eyes. Glancing in the mirror, I gave myself a mental thumbs-up. How could I not? I was positively glowing after the night we’d shared. Then I opened the shower door and stepped in.
    Cyrus was turned toward the spray, washing his face as I slid my arms around him from behind. “Morning.”
    He glanced over his shoulder at me. “It’s a very good morning.”
    “It’s about to get better.” I slid my hand down his stomach and took his cock in my hand, loving the way his breath caught at my touch.
    “Much, much better,” he said and whirled around, pinning me against the tiles. Raising my arms up, he clasped one hand over my wrists and leaned in, holding me there. “I have a feeling this hunger is new for you.”
    My breathing became ragged with anticipation. “It’s you. There’s something undeniable that makes me crave you.”
    He kissed me then, fast and hard and demanding. When he broke away, he said, “It’s the fever.”
    Every bear experienced the fever at some point in their lives. Often it was triggered by age, or a biological clock starting to tick. But it could have everything to do with meeting someone’s mate. I shook my head. “No. I don’t think so.”
    Cyrus used his other hand to caress my breast, making the nipple go instantly hard with just the brush of his palm. “I do. You can deny it all you want, but I know better. You were made for me, and before too long, I’m going to claim you as mine.”
    His words should have sent me running, but standing there naked with his hands on me, there was no way I was going anywhere. I wanted him. More than I’d ever wanted anyone. And the hunger wasn’t going away.
    “Understand?” he asked.
    I nodded, understanding all too well. All of my promises to myself that I’d end up with someone boring, someone safe, were nothing more than lies. He was right. If he wanted to claim me, I knew there’d be no denying him.
    “Say you’re mine,” he said softly as he released my wrists, lifted me up, and positioned himself between my legs. “I want to hear my name on your lips when I enter you again.”
    The ache intensified, and my pulse raced with the thought of giving myself over to him.
    “Now, Claire.” He pressed himself into my center, moving slowly, with purpose.
    He felt so damned good, so perfect that the words tumbled out before I could stop them. “I’m yours, Cyrus. Totally yours.” My legs tightened around him and my eyes closed as I gave myself over to our lovemaking, more than willing to give him every piece of myself, even my very soul if he’d asked for it. There was no turning back. I knew he was right.
    He was going to be my mate, and I would be his. And there was nothing either of us could do to stop it.

Chapter 8
Cyrus
    J ust past seven, my phone had started buzzing and woke me up. Claire, the girl who’d only yesterday told me sex was never going to be part of the deal, was sound asleep, her naked body wrapped around me as if she was never going to let go.
    Though I’d have happily stayed where I was for at least the next week, the call was from my