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 wants to mark me.
And I want to be marked. Surprise of surprises!
He pumps in harder and faster, his loins slapping my tingling ass. “Fiona… Fiona!“ There’s alarm in his voice. He’s about to go over the edge. No–he’s about to mark me.
“Do it,“ I snarl.
Declan slams in deep, and his teeth sink into my shoulder. I cry out in ecstasy, my own body erupting with pleasure. My muscles tighten and squeeze around his cock as my flesh receives his mark, his scent, this gift of all gifts.
A mate.
“Oh, feck, Fiona. I’m so sorry.” Declan extracts his teeth from my shoulder and licks the wound closed. “I didn’t mean to. I lost control. I’m sorry, lass. I should not have –“
“Declan,“ I cut through his apology. “Declan, it’s okay. I wanted it.” I roll over and look up at him. “Don’t think I’m not going to mark you right back,” I tell him, even though that’s not how it works. A female doesn’t leave her scent in a male, and raccoons don’t mark their mates that way, anyway.
But Declan’s face relaxes into a smile. “Are you sure? I’m pretty fecked up. Too fecked up to be a good mate.”
“So am I.” I twine my arms around his neck. “Wanna be fecked up together?”
“Hell, yes.”
Allison
“I need a shower,” I tell Laurie after Declan and Fiona disappear to their bedroom.
Yes, I’m considering it their bedroom already. I know Fiona well enough to be sure she’s all in with Declan. She wouldn't trust him, wouldn’t let him into her inner circle if he wasn’t her mate.
I’m also certain I’ve found mine.
“I-I’ll show you to the b-bathroom,” Laurie offers, personally escorting me down the hall.
Which works perfectly with my plan. When we get to the bathroom, I take his hand and pull him inside with me. “I don’t want to shower alone,” I tell him. It’s true, but not because I’m feeling needy. Or rather, I’m feeling needy in a purely sexual way.
I need to make sure Laurie knows that I am his.
I sense his fluster, but he doesn’t stutter or protest. He follows me in and closes the door, turning the lock behind him. His Adam’s apple bobs as he watches me peel off my clothing piece by piece.
When he doesn’t move to remove his, I do it for him, unbuttoning his oxford shirt and taking his glasses off his face.
He takes off his pants and boxers. He turns on the shower spray and reaches his hand in to feel the temperature.
“Have you ever had sex in the shower?” I ask.
“Oh.” He blinks his long lashes and shakes his head.
“Me, neither.“
He draws back the curtain and holds out a hand for me, helping me step into the tub and under the warm spray of water. It feels delicious.
“It’s my first time,” I tell him.
He steps in after me. “Your first time in the shower.”
“No, my first time–ever.“
Laurie goes still. At first, I think he’s going to get discombobulated, the way he does, but it’s the opposite. He suddenly seems very sure of himself. “The shower will be foreplay, then,” he tells me with total authority. “You should be on a bed for your first time.”
“OK, daddy,” I try out the kinky moniker to see how it feels on my lips.
I like it.
He must, too, because his eyes begin to gleam. He picks up the bar of soap and rolls it between his hands to suds them, then begins to soap me all over. His long, pale fingers are a beautiful contrast to my dark skin.
His touch is careful, reverent. Like I am a newly opened rose, and he’s fingering each petal. His hand slips over my belly and between my legs. He curls one finger there, sliding it over my slit, parting me.
I drop my head back, closing my eyes under the spray of water and surrendering the sweet sensation. The tremor of my legs. The quiver in my core. The heat emanating from every pore of my body.
Laurie cups the back of my neck and tilts my face up to his. His kiss is awkward at first, but then he seems to forget himself. His tongue thrusts into my mouth, his lips slant across mine, sliding and sucking.
He pushes me back against the cool tile, his long, thick member pressing against my belly. I wrap my hand around it and squeeze, tentatively at first, then gaining confidence when he groans with pleasure.
I stroke his cock as he works his fingers between my legs and kisses the hell out of me. I grow dizzy with need. I moan against his lips. The steam makes me light-headed. And then, suddenly, the water is off, I’m in his arms, and he’s carrying me out of the tub. He forgets to grab us towels, so I yank one from the towel rack as we pass by on our way to his bedroom.