Page 63 of Shifter's Homecoming

He kissed her hard, then ran his hands down her back, then to her ass, tucking her against him so that she had to let him go.

“You’re a vixen,” he growled into her mouth while he kissed her. “You’re my she-wolf.”

She gasped at that, which made him stop kissing her for a moment. He pulled his head back so he could see her face. She gave him a slight smile and went up on her tiptoes for another kiss, thinking there was no way she could explain herself. Not now.

Kiss her he did, thoroughly, until the water started to cool, then he reached behind her and shut it off. He stepped out of the shower, then helped her out, his eyes smoldering, making her think that he still wanted more. That was good. That was very, very good.

He grabbed a towel off the rack and ran it down her body over her drenched clothes one time, then threw it on the sink and got in close to her. His hands were on her waist, his mouth was on her mouth, he moved her up against the wall. He kissed her there until she was pliant in his hands, until she was ready to start begging him for more.

He stepped back, holding her at arm’s length, at the wall, and eyeing her body. Her shirt was plastered to her breasts, and her pants were like a second skin. Desire for her was painted on his face and in his every movement.

Again she was struck with the sudden and strong feeling that whatever was going on between them was bigger than the two of them, and that what they were doing was right, so right, exactly right, and it was only about to get righter.

43 - Even More Destiny

Trent took ahold of his female’s shirt. “We don’t need this,” he said as he peeled it off her, lifting it and throwing it in the tub. Underneath she wore a pretty, lacy, pink bra and he could not help himself from growling at the swells of her breasts peeking out the top.

Trent moved in close, bending to capture his mate’s mouth, to tease out her pretty little tongue, to explore her sweet skin. He covered both breasts with his hands, desire for his Rowan, his she-wolf, making him grow hard again.

He wanted so badly to tear off her bra, but then he wanted to leave it on forever, too. She looked so beautiful in it, and the waiting, the teasing, the imagining how her bare breasts looked, how they would taste and feel, it was a delicious anticipation that he would not trade for the world. Everything enhanced her beauty, even the silver ribbon around her neck with the tiny silver bottle hanging from it.

He kissed her again, and again, and again, with no ending and no beginning, only a sweet, insistent meeting of tongues and lips. He found himself drunk off her meadow-flower scent. He tweaked both her nipples, soft at first, then harder, gratified by the fuck-me-noise she made every time he did it.

Her hips pressed against him, grinding on him, and when she felt his hardness between them, she pulled away and looked down. Her eyes widened when she saw he was ready again, and then she licked her lips and nibbled on the bottom one. He could read her every thought in her expression, and her thoughts were oh-so dirty right at that moment. He liked it. He loved it. Hecravedit.

“Greedy, sweet she-wolf?” he growled into her ear. “Greedy for a good pounding?” he asked. He’d come twice already, he felt confident that he could stay the course long enough to deliver what he was promising. He hoped. She was just so fucking sexy.

Her breath caught in her throat at his words and she looked him in the eyes for just a moment, then looked back down at his erection. He palmed it, fucking thrilled at his entire life at that moment. It had all been worth it, all of it had been worth it so that he could experience this, here, with this female. He would corner her in bathrooms and bedrooms and dressing rooms and any room they found themselves in for the rest of his life. He would corner her, and he would pleasure her.

Trent hooked his thumbs in her soaking wet pants and drew them down. She stepped out of them and he threw them in the tub with her shirt. Now she was standing there in only a pink bra and pink panties and he could not help but step back and take her in.

The swell of her breasts and the swell of her hips and the softness of her curves and her belly, they called to him like only duty and family had called to him up until he’d found himself in Tranquility, scenting the siren scent of the female there, the one who could not compete with this female here, even though they were identical. He took her hand and he kissed it, then nipped it at the wrist, then all the way up her arm, feeling the pull to bite her. He would not bite her, not yet, but oh did he want to. He wanted her under him, writhing and crying out with pleasure, while he held her with his teeth and his weight, while he plunged into her—

Instead, Trent dropped to his knees in the bathroom and kissed his female’s belly. He ran his hands down her thighs to her calves, then back up again. He looked up at his Rowan’s face. Her wet hair was plastered to her head and neck, her eyes were closed and her head was thrown back against the wall and his every touch made her shudder slightly. Goosebumps had raised on her exposed skin. He read them with his fingertips like Braille, dipping his fingers under her panty line, caressing her ass, digging into the big muscles of her thighs.

He leaned in close and kissed his female gently right where he thought she might like to be kissed the most, right on her most tender, most soft spot. He’d never been up close and personal with a female in this way before, but he’d done his research, on the off-chance that maybe, someday, he would shift. He had a pretty good idea what this was all about, and dammit, he was ready tolearn.

She gasped and thrust her hips forward, telling him he was doing just fine. He picked up one of her legs and draped it over his shoulder for better access, then he kissed and licked her through the fabric that covered her, trying like hell to please her, and definitely managing to please himself. His cock jumped and thrummed and demanded.

The panties had to go. As much as he liked them, as much as they enhanced his female’s beauty, they had to go. He wanted to see her pink, tender skin even more. He wanted to get up and close and personal with this beautiful female who had so boldly taken what was hers. Now he would take what was his.

He lowered her leg and drew her panties down slowly, scraping her skin with his fingertips as he did so, kissing the path they took. She watched him, their eyes locking occasionally, her expression giving away little except her in-the-moment desire.

“I don’t know your name,” she said, and her breathing was fast and ragged. “but don’t tell me. It’s hot this way.”

He laughed, surprised into it. “As you wish, my sexy little she-wolf,” he said, then he caught his female’s clit gently in his mouth. From this position, her sweet meadow-flower scent was stronger than ever, making him harder every second, but turnabout was fair play, and he wanted a little fair play before he handed out that pounding he’d promised. He had no experience, but since when had that stopped him? He was all over this. He would get itright,or spend all night figuring it out.

“Oh sweet heaven,” she said, almost sliding down the wall. He got a better grip on her and really got in there, watching her face closely, watching her every expression, watching her hands grip into fists, then uncurl, then touch her own belly, then her own nipples. He groaned at the sight, trying to talk to her and suck on her at the same time.

“Sexy, female, you’re sexy as hell,” he said.

“Why do you call me that?” she said, her eyes closed, her head back against the wall, her hands on her own body.

“What?” he said with his mouth full.

“Female,” she said. “She-wolf,” she added after a beat.

Trent thought for a moment. He hadn’t realized she would think it was strange. He had a lot to tell her, and then it would make sense, but now was not the time.

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