Series: Shifter Ops Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 155(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 155(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
He shudders. “Fiona...” He cups my cheeks and guides me back up to face him. It’s his turn to kiss me, distracting me from touching him in a place that is too vulnerable.
His whiskers rasp against my face. I pull his head down to my breasts, needing the scrape on my sensitive skin, the pain in counterpoint to the overwhelming pleasure.
I reach for his jeans. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”
He pushes me to my back, laying me out, so his mouth can more easily reach more of my bare skin. My hands are busy searching for the button of his jeans. He pauses in kissing my breasts to help me. Once his zipper is down, I shove him off me and straddle him again. We’re rolling in the leaves, and I don’t even care.
He pulls down my bra, rising up to suck on my nipples. The sensation shoots through me, so delicious, I grab his head and hold it in place. I grind down on his bared cock.
“I need you inside me.”
He growls, and the vibration almost makes me come. I reach for him, palming his length and jacking it. He’s already hard and ready, and I’m soaked enough to take him.
He tugs at my jeans, and I rise up enough for him to ease them down. It’s awkward as hell, so I let him roll us again, so he can work my jeans down my legs. I kick them off, shuck off my underwear, and tackle him to his back. I need to be on top for this, and he lets me, running his hands up the back of my thighs as if to soothe me.
I wriggle until he’s at my entrance, but when I try to ease him inside, the fit is too tight.
“Oh fuck,” I gasp.
“Easy,” he murmurs. “I’m in nae hurry.”
I dig my nails in his shoulders. “I want it,” I whine. As soon as I stretch a little further, I push down.
“Oooh,” we both groan together. He nuzzles my face, nipping at my lips. His hands cup my ass, not pushing, just holding me. I shift my hips and sink down a little further.
We’re chest to chest. I tuck my face into the crook of his neck and shoulder, letting myself adjust around him.
“So good.” My teeth chatter, but I’m not cold.
He strokes my hair. “Aye, beautiful lass. Yer a wonder.”
I angle my face to kiss his jaw. He finds my lips, and we kiss like that, soft and easy, while his dick swells further inside me. Eventually I can let more of him in, and when he moves, he rubs against my inner walls with the perfect pressure. “Oh yes.”
He gives a little thrust, and I rock on him. It takes a few tries, but we find a rhythm, back and forth, back and forth, until his dick hits a spot deep inside me, and pleasure washes over me.
“Yes,” I hiss. “Again.”
We’re both on our sides now, facing each other. I wrap a leg around his hip, and he takes hold of my knee, hitching it up higher. The side position shouldn’t work, but we rock together in perfect sync, and it’s just right.
He hits another spot, and I claw at his back.
His eyes flash bright feral green.
My teeth ache, my fangs growing sharper. My animal is close to the surface, urging me to bare Declan’s shoulder and bite down. I bury my face into his shirt and suck in more of his scent instead.
He thrusts deep, and the pressure combined with the thick bittersweetness of his scent sends me flying. His shirt muffles my cry. Above me, he gasps with a sudden, surprised laugh, and follows me over the edge. His cock surges even deeper as he comes, setting off a wave of aftershocks that leave me shuddering in his arms. He bows me back, kissing me wildly–my cheeks, my chest, my jaw. He lingers a little longer with his lips at my neck, or so it seems to me, but eventually he finds my lips, and we kiss slowly, sweetly, while his hard-on grows softer inside me.
He reaches for another blanket, so he can pull it over us. It’s heavy and scratchy and perfect, trapping our feverish heat, so we’re warm all through. Declan wraps me in his arms, and I snuggle closer. I’d never guess he would be a cuddler.
Hell, I’d never guess I’d be a cuddler, either.
“That was nice.”
He huffs, and I amend my statement. “More than nice.” His warm weight beside me feels so right.
I smile at the stars. There’s a bite to the night air, but it’s cozy under the blanket. “It’s gorgeous up here. I thought it would be weird with all the werebears around, but it’s not so bad.”
“I thought you’d be living near the Tucson pack. Safer.”