Page 35 of Shift of Destiny
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Chance was in heaven and hell. He and his mate were safe behind powerful wards, and comfortably cozy in Tinsel’s castle’s Lost Princess room, and she was in the shower. Through the steam, she smelled divine. His body thrummed with the need to join with Moira. But as much as he wanted to consummate their mating, they hadn’t talked about having children, or at least so soon.
He’d insisted she use the bathroom first, then ran out to his truck get his own backpack with an extra set of clothes, and more importantly, condoms.
He was just putting his socks with his boots when she stepped out of the bathroom, gloriously and proudly naked, with a sultry gleam in her eye as she took in the fact that his jeans outlined his erection. His beast surged, and he panicked. He grabbed the towel from her hair and wrapped it around her and frantically thought human thoughts. The alarm code for Turn of the Cards. Stacking furniture in the extra bedroom. Breaking the bedpost when she’d given him the best oral sex he’d ever had.Dammit.
He scooped her into his arms and carried her to the wide canopy bed that looked like it had belonged in a fantasy dream sequence. He laid her out on the bed, then stepped back.
She rolled to her side and raised herself up on one elbow. “Chance, talk to me.”
“I’m not in control right now. I don’t want to hurt you. I have condoms.” He rocked from one foot to the other, knowing he was sounding like a goofball again.
“I’ve seen your beautiful amber eyes before, and God, I hope I get to feel that tongue again. I have a birth control implant. The only way you’ll hurt me is if you don’t make love with me.”
She pulled the towel off and cupped her breast with its stiffened nipple. Her words penetrated his desire-addled brain. Implant meant yes sex, no baby. He stripped, with no idea where his clothes went.
He crawled onto the bed and stalked his mate on hands and knees. She smiled and opened her legs in blatant invitation. “I’ve been dreaming of this.” Her hands shaped the muscles of his arms and shoulders.
He swooped in for a kiss, remembering at the last second to avoid bumping her sore nose. He felt fleeting satisfaction of having killed the wolf that had done it, but rational thoughts dissolved when he tasted her. He kissed and licked his way to her beautiful breasts with their dark, tight nipples that delighted his tongue. Her moans of pleasure made his erection pulse in counter-rhythm. He continued his journey downward, noting each bruise he found and wishing he had magic to heal them with a kiss.
Her stomach was quivering by the time he got to the juncture of her splayed legs. He greedily licked the moisture he found there, then set about drawing more from her.
He borrowed a touch of his beast to lengthen and add texture to his tongue, then penetrated her core, enjoying the feel of her soft tissues clenching around him. He buried his nose in her pubic hair and filled his lungs with her scent. He was totally addicted to it. He was sure he’d need a fix at least once a day for the rest of his life.
He withdrew and entered her with his fingers, while his tongue found and caressed her swollen clit. Her inarticulate cries were almost continuous now as the tension in her clit increased. He scissored his fingers inside her, needing her to be ready, because his dick was so hard he could use it to pound nails.
“Make me come, Chance,” she breathed. “Then make me yours.”
He couldn’t deny his mate.
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Moira balanced on the edge of bliss, wanting both to savor the moment and succumb to the pleasure. But she needed him inside her, needed him to come inside her, needed to wrap her body and her magic around him.
He must have heard her plea, because his tongue unerringly found the perfect spot. He purred, and she was gone. Sharp pleasure made her whole body spasm, drawing noisy gasps from her throat. Another flick of his tongue sent a second wave crashing through her, arching her back in response.
He slid up her damp body, like he was marking himself with her sweat. She smiled at the intent look on his face and kissed him. “I love you.” She reached between them and found his penis, moist at the tip and straining underneath. She raised her hips and guided him to her entrance.
His eyes turned fully amber as he sank slowly into her, their shared juices making the way slick and easy. His erection jerked in her, and her muscles clenched him in return.
“Give us what we both need, Chance. Make us one.”
He growled and began thrusting, slowly and deliberately, kissing whatever his mouth could get to. She stroked his back and muscular butt with teasing fingertips, needing the weight of him on top of her and inside her to keep her from flying away.
His thrusts sped up, and she raised her legs to wrap around his. He began a sexy purr that sent a thrill through her. His lip curled away to reveal pointed teeth. She had a moment’s trepidation about being bitten, but he shook his head rapidly, and the pointed teeth were gone.
The rubbing of his fiery red pubic hair against her clit was building another orgasm in her. She clutched his ass and urged him faster and deeper. His thrusts became erratic, and his purr turned into a growl. She slid her hand between them to feel the strength of him as he entered her, then moved to circle her clit with her fingertip. “Now, Chance.”
He snarled as the first shock of bliss washed over her. His body stiffened. Powerful jerks of his penis inside her were followed by a warmth that began deep inside her and spread to her pelvis and up through her torso. Something in her reached for him and found two spirits, intertwined, opening to let her weave herself between them, becoming a solid single strand. The unearthly beauty of the shining cord that was their mate bond brought tears to her eyes.
Now, we are one,thought Chance.You can’t smell it yet, but my beast mingled our scents to make a new one that we share.
Good. I am yours and you are mine.
She would have been content to drift there for hours, crooning to the big cat inside him and letting her magic dance over his human skin, as he wrapped her in the silk comforter and nuzzled her neck, purring. Unfortunately, the real world, in the form of both her and Chance’s cellphones ringing out simultaneously, demanded attention.
She found hers first and answered, putting it on speaker.
