Page 66 of Shifter's Homecoming

“You’re going to bite me for real?” she said softly, her eyes meeting his. The question seemed hypothetical, like she was trying to wrap her head around it.

“You’re taking it so well,” he told her.

She did seem a little lost though. She touched his tooth again. “I had a dream,” she said.

His heart leapt at that. He touched her face lightly. “Are you— do you live a second life in your dreams?”

Her eyes got wide at that question in a way that they hadn’t before. She shook her head no. “Do you?” she whispered.

“No,” he whispered back. It was not the time to explain.

He grasped her face like he had before and he kissed her as softly as he could, being careful not to hurt her. He pulled her in as close as he could get her, and he kissed her until she sighed and went soft in his arms, then he maneuvered her to her desk. He sat her on top of it.

“Let the biting commence,” he whispered, slipping her towel off of her, until it lay on the desk and her skin was bare to him. In truth though, he did not want to claim her anytime soon. He wanted to fuck her for an excessive amount of time first. Heneededto be inside his female.

His thumbs found her nipples. She threw her head back and propped herself up on the desk with her arms behind her, giving him more access. He leaned in and captured one rose-colored, peaked nipple in his mouth.

Heaven.This was heaven on earth. No—fuck that. Trent had been to “heaven” and it could not compete with his female’s nipple in his mouth. He sucked. He growled. He gnawed lightly. He told her how pretty she was. How sweet her skin tasted. Words fell from his mouth with no conscious thought. He regretted that he could not get both nipples in his mouth at the same time. He switch-hit a few times, first one, then the other, then back to the first one. Her left was more sensitive. He sucked on it until she panted, tugging at the other one at the same time, then he grasped her hips and ground her against him. She pawed and pulled at his head, yanking at his hair again, alternately pushing and pulling at him, her slight moans and cries the most beautiful music he’d ever heard.

Trent made his way down his female’s body, one inch of beautiful skin at a time.

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Rowan had her head back, her eyes closed, her thoughts on pause, her body in charge—strike that,Trentwas in charge, and he knew just what to do with her. She was completely pliable in his hands, completely cooperative. He was reading her like a book, and she had never enjoyed anything quite so much in her entire life. Her body was on fire with need for him, for anything he wanted to hand out to her.

She barely remembered where she was, or even who she was, this man had weaved such a complete spell over her with his easy good looks, his strong, virile body, and his deep and delicious voice. Every time he spoke a thrill shot through her. Every time he said her name, or called her she-wolf, she lost herself to him just a little bit more.

The tree house outside was mostly forgotten. The wordsmate, andpowerwere also forgotten. So he could turn into a wolf, so what? She would deal with that little tidbit of information in the daylight. Right now while the lights were low and the moon was high and the stars were out and the phones were silent and the world was sleeping, right now, he was all man, she was all woman, and nothing existed but the two of them.

He worked his way down her body, his hands on her hips, roughly maneuvering them up and off of the desk, closer to him. She spread her legs, not knowing what she wanted more, his mouth on her, or his—

A vicious snarl erupted from outside, seeming to shake the windows, followed by the scariest animal growl she had ever heard. Rowan didn’t scream, but it was a close thing. Trent was away from her and moving to the window before the noise stopped.

“Troy,” he said when he got there.

Rowan snatched up the towel from the desk and wrapped it around herself, then rushed over next to him and what she saw terrified her.

A huge black wolf and a menacing tawny mountain lion faced off under the tree house. Both animals were snarling with fangs bared. As she watched, the mountain lion rushed in and took a swipe at the wolf. Rowan did not see what happened next, because she covered her eyes. She could not afford to see blood and pass out.

Instead, she peeked at Trent. He had his arms crossed. His erection was no more. His expression was stony. A low, terrifying growl had started deep in his own throat.

“What’s going on?” she whispered.

“My brother is teaching that pussy cat some manners,” he said.

Rowan stared at him, then peeked outside, then looked back at Trent. If she didn’t see the wolf and the mountain lion fighting outside with her own eyes, she might have to start questioning Trent’s sanity. But she did. And he certainly didn’t seem crazy. He seemed... completely and utterly at ease with himself and with the fight outside, almost like this was a common occurrence in his world.

Rowan forgot herself and looked. Still no blood, thank goodness. She pressed against the sliding glass door, trying to see better, thinking she better slip away and take her serum. She had no reason to hide it from Trent but it was habit. She hid it from everyone.

“That black wolf is Troy?” she said, almost willing to completely believe it.

“Yeah.”

“And he’s your brother?”

“Yeah. See the white on his shoulder? That’s hisrenqua. That’s how you’ll be able to tell us apart for now. His looks a little like a bomb. Mine looks like this.” He turned his gorgeous body and pointed to his own shoulder. Rowan stood on tiptoe and peeked at the symbol there. It looked like a figure eight on its side, or an infinity symbol. She touched it lightly and her fingers burned when she did.

The noise outside ramped up and she peeked around Trent to see what was happening.

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