Page 71 of Shifter's Homecoming

“You’ve got me,” he growled roughly. “You’ve got me forever.”

Whoa.She just wanted to get good and fucked by this man… but that wasn’t quite true either. She had him forever and that was good to know, she liked to know that, she just wasn’t quite…ready for it yet. Right at that moment, it was time for him to whip that thing out and show her if it was going to live up to her expectations. She was not worried.

He stood up slowly, his gaze locked on her. He pulled his shirt over his head. She licked her lips, unable to help it. The man was nothing if not perfectly-put together, with that broad chest and all of those thick muscles. His canines had grown again so that she could see them even in the dark of the room. They were unbearably sexy. Everything about the man was unbearably sexy. Everything about the man made her think of sex, more sex, more sex, and even more sex.

He kicked off his boots, then reached for the buttons on his pants. The outline of his erection drew her eye. Within seconds, he had his pants down and his cock sprang out, eager, thick, hard, beautiful, straining, and ready. She wanted it in her mouth, she wanted it in her throat. Wild, uncontrollable lust she’d never felt in her life filled her with knowing and boldness.

He stood there, legs wide, stance solid, expression uncompromising, and crossed his arms over his chest. “Now you, sweet she-wolf, I want you naked.”

She undid her own pants and as soon as she had them slightly past her hips he pulled them off the rest of the way, then stood over her, drinking her in with his eyes. His growling ramped up.

She sat up and reached for him. He watched her through half closed eyes. She palmed his cock, licking her lips again, sliding her hand up and down him, gently, softly. She held onto it while she leaned in close and kissed him on the crease of his hip, then one time on the very head of his cock, then she leaned in close and kissed the soft skin of his balls. His hips bucked forward and he growled hard at that, then took her hand and pulled it away.

“You’re dangerous,” he told her, easing himself on to her, maneuvering her how he wanted her, until he was between her legs, about to enter her. The hot, hard length of him pressed at her. She grabbed for him, trying to slip him inside, trying to put him where she wanted him to go—

He grabbed her hands and held them at her sides, then moved his hips until he was again just about to enter her, then paused there again, making her cry out in frustration. She arched and wriggled, needing him inside her.

He held her hands, just barely stroking her swollen lips with the soft head of his cock. She thought she might die with the wanting.

“Trent,” she panted. “Please. Do it, now.”

His hips thrust forward slightly at that, but just slightly. His control seemed legendary.

“I want to savor this,” he told her.

She stopped when he said that. She stopped straining for him and reallylookedat him, and she saw something new in his expression she hadn’t quite understood before.

Love. Burgeoning love for her and her alone. For him, none of this was about destiny or the poison or anything else.

For him, this was abouther.

Rowan stilled. She gave him a smile and tried to stop the tears from spilling from her eyes, not quite sure how this had all happened so fast and how it could possibly feel quite so right.

She stilled, and she waited.

***

Trent stared at his female in the dark. How could anything be so beautiful as she was? How could anyone be so lucky as he was?

He didn’t know, and so he took his cock in his hand, and he slowly fed it inside his female. Her eyes were closed, her hands were still at her sides, and as he thrust forward, her mouth opened and she sighed.

Bliss. Heaven. Sweet, sweet pleasure.

“You feel so good,” he told her, leaning forward to cover her body with his own. He thrust forward one time, finding the motion effortless, meeting the boundaries of his female’s body. He rolled one of her nipples between his fingers, then whispered sweet nothings into her ear.You’re beautiful. You feel so good. You’re so wet and silky and tight.

He thrust and withdrew, thrust and withdrew, loving the softness of his female’s body, loving the way their skin met and their beings twined. He thrust and withdrew, slowly, until he was tormenting them both with his slow pace.

His female jammed her wrist into her own mouth and bit down on it, arching into him, begging with her body for more, more, more.

He would give her everything he had.

***

Rowan lifted to meet him. She tried so hard to let him set the slow, tortuous pace he was setting, but it was not easy. He was so big, so fine, so delicious, and he felt so good inside her. Her lips swelled and she ached for more from him. The first pleasurable waves began to hit her, still slight. His hands were everywhere. He was like two men, or three men, all pawing at her, manhandling her, kissing her everywhere. She panted trying not to beg, trying not to be greedy, trying so hard—

He flipped her over. He swept her hair off her shoulder, and then the growling started again. A hot thrill shot through her at the sound, straight through her body, sending wave after wave of increasing pleasure with no simple ending or beginning, just pleasure… pleasure… pleasure… and then he leaned forward, his bodyweight came down on her—and he bit her.

She screamed in order not to fly apart at the ecstasy rolling through her body.

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