Page 17 of Shifting Hearts 1
My breath catches, my chest aching. The pain in his voice cuts deeper than claws. But the fire in my blood is stronger. I twist my wrists in his hold, and suddenly his balance slips. We stumble together, crashing to the ground. He lands flat on his back, and I end up straddling him, my naked body pressed flush against his.
We both freeze.
His hands are still on my wrists, but his grip has gone slack, his eyes wide, blown black with desire. I can feel him, hard and straining beneath me, his cock pulsing against the heat between my thighs.
The world tilts.
Every ounce of fury twists into something else, something hotter, something so much sharper and hungrier. I grind against him before I can stop myself, a moan tearing from my throat.
“Fuck.” His curse is strangled, his hold on my wrists disappearing. His entire body trembles beneath me, his control snapping one crack at a time.
“You want me,” I whisper, my voice shaking with anger and need. “You can’t deny it.”
His eyes lock on mine, wild and unguarded. “Wanting you isn’t the problem. It’s what comes after.”
The bond hums, insistent, furious at the distance he keeps putting between us. My heart pounds, my body slick with heat, the ache between my legs unbearable.
I lean down, my lips brushing his jaw, my whisper hot against his ear. “Then stop thinking about after.”
For a heartbeat, he doesn’t move. Doesn’t even breathe.
Then his snarl rips the night open, and his hips buck hard beneath me.
TEN
The Breaking Point
Ranger
Her body grinds against mine, hot, wet, desperate, and every ounce of control I’ve fought for shatters.
I snarl, flipping us in one savage motion, pinning her to the forest floor. Leaves scatter, dirt clings to her bare skin, and still she arches up into me, eyes wild, lips parted.
“Paris…” My voice cracks, torn between warning and surrender.
“Stop fighting me,” she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Stop fightingthis.”
The bond roars, and I lose.
I crash my mouth to hers, devouring her like I’ve starved for centuries. She tastes like heat and salt and everything single fucking thing I swore I couldn’t have. Her moan vibrates against my tongue, her thighs falling open beneath me, welcoming me in.
I rip my jeans open, no patience left, my cock springing free, thick, and aching. The moment the head drags against her slick folds, I nearly break.
“Mine,” I growl, the word guttural, animal.
“Yours,” she pants, her back arching, her breasts pressing against my chest. “I’ve always been yours.”
That’s all it takes.
I slam into her in one hard thrust, burying myself to the hilt. She cries out, her nails raking my back, and I snarl against her throat, rutting into her with a force I can’t temper.
The forest disappears. The world narrows to her tight little pussy gripping me, to the bond wrapping tight around my heart, cock, and soul. Every thrust is a promise, every moan from her lips a brand on my skin.
“Fuck! Paris….” My voice is wrecked as I pound into her, the sound of our bodies slapping together mixing with the ragged gasps of our breath. “You feel… so damn good…”
She whimpers my name, clenching tight around me, her body already trembling. I grab her thigh, throwing her leg over my hip to drive deeper, harder. I want to be deeper inside her, so deep she can never rid herself of the feeling of me. I want to fill her with my cum until her overflows and my offspring takes root in her womb.
My panther howls.
