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)
“Merry Christmas to us.” I take a bite out of mine.
“Christmas or solstice?” Allison asks, her dark eyes twinkling.
“I dunno. Saturnalia? I don’t care as long as there are cookies. I’ll hit those presents, too, as soon as I get some shuteye.” I glance at Declan and decide to be blunt. “Do you mind if we stay here?”
He recovers quickly from the surprise and nods. “Of course. Stay as long as ya like.”
“Great. Where’s your bedroom?” I head past Allison and Laurie, through the door and down the hall. It takes a minute, but Declan scrambles after me, cussing as he bumps into Parker.
I smile to myself. Guess he can take a hint.
He follows me into the bedroom and shuts the door, shrugging off his leather jacket.
“Whoa.” Declan stares at the queen-sized bed covered in a crisp, white duvet.
“What?”
“Selene bought me a new bed.” He walks over and peels back the covers. The bedding looks new, too. Fluffy king-sized white pillows match the goose feather duvet.
I kick off my boots and unbutton my jeans. “It looks more comfortable than a treehouse floor, not that I minded.”
Declan shrugs out of his jacket. “Are ya goin’ to be my sexy Santa again?”
There’s a sweet tinge to his weird ass scent. I like it. I liked it the first time I scented it.
“No, I thought you could be Santa this time, and I could sit on your lap.” I bat my lashes at him in a ridiculous attempt at seduction.
I've never seen a man undress so quickly. And I’m not sorry. His body is a thing of beauty, scarred, like mine, but cut with lean muscle. A dusting of dark hair covers his sculpted chest. He stalks forward, settles his hands on my waist, and picks me up. “Oh yeah?” He tosses me on the bed. “I’ll play Santa for you, lass. Tell me, sweet Fiona, have ya been a good girl or bad girl this year?”
I rise up on my knees and peel my shirt off over my head. “Oh, Santa, I’ve been a very bad girl.”
Declan growls and reaches for the waistband of my unbuttoned jeans. One tug, and they’re halfway down my thighs, along with my panties.
He gives my ass a slap. “What happens to bad girls?”
The place where he slapped stings in a hot, prickly, satisfying way. If anyone else had dared touch me that way, I would’ve chopped his head off. But with Declan, it feels like play. Like appreciation. Like excitement and heat and the spark of a match on flint.
“Bad girls get spanked,“ I tell him, lowering to my elbows with my ass high in the air.
Declan lets out an animal-like snarl of approval as he climbs onto the bed. His fingers burrow into my hair, and he massages the back of my head before closing them in a fist to hold me steady for my spanking. His hand claps down on my ass, right and left, warming it with steady strikes.
I’m panting, blood, rushing south, kicking into high gear. I want Declan like I’ve never wanted anyone–male or female–before.
“Fuck, yeah,” I growl at him.
He tightens his grip on my hair and tugs a little harder as he slides two fingers between my legs. I’m beyond wet, dripping for him. “Do you like that, my fierce Fiona? “
The word my infiltrates my senses, curling like tendrils of satisfaction in my chest.
“More,” I demand.
He spanks me harder, lighting my ass on fire in the most delicious way.
I turn to look over my shoulder. “Go ahead,” I tell him. My voice sounds froggy. Sultry.
Declan‘s eyes glow bright green. He shifts to kneel behind me, releasing my hair to hold my hip. The head of his cock nudges at my entrance, and he rubs it there, stroking over my clit, sending glorious shivers of pleasure up my spine.
“Now, Declan!“ I’m getting desperate for satisfaction. I need him inside me. I need him to claim me. Wait… Claim me?
He pushes in, holding my hips steady.
I shudder in satisfaction. Yes. This is what I needed. So good.
As he moves inside me, something changes. A sense of belonging comes out for me. I belong with this man. I belong with this motley crew of misfits. I am damaged, but so are all of us.
My body responds to my realization, or maybe, my realization is a response to my body. I don’t know. All I know is that I’m flushed with heat, dizzy, and on the edge of Nirvana.
“That’s it, right there,” I encourage, about to come.
Declan slams in harder, grips my hips with the bruising force and bucks against me. I feel the head of his cock hitting deep inside me, branding me with his heat.
“Aw, feck, Fiona. I’m not going to last.” There’s anguish in his voice, along with the growl of his animal. I look over my shoulder again and see his canines gleaming, poised for a bite.