Her Fate (Shifted Love #4) Read Online Fiona Davenport

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Insta-Love, Paranormal, Romance, Shape Shifters, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Shifted Love Series by Fiona Davenport
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Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 19987 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
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“Damon!” Trinity threw her head back and cried out, forcing me to slap one hand over her mouth.

“You need to keep quiet, kitten,” I mumbled before licking each bud, lapping up her cream. “If you wake Sage, and I have to share your gorgeous tits with him, I won’t be a happy camper.” I took the opposite nipple in my mouth and sucked hard, drawing out more of her milk.

Trinity nodded, and I removed my hand, placing it back down on the bed for leverage. “I’m so close,” she panted. Her muscles contracted around my dick, and I groaned as my seed oozed into her womb.

“Come, kitten. I can’t hold out much longer.”

Trinity squeezed her eyes shut and bit her lip to keep from screaming as she shattered once again. Her walls clamped around my cock in a stranglehold, and a shout burst from my chest as my climax enveloped my body. Come jetted out in explosive spurts, and I kept up my mad pace, drawing out the ecstasy for both of us.

After what seemed like hours, my cock was empty, and I buried myself as deep as possible before collapsing onto my side, keeping my mate secured to me so she ended up sprawled over me with my dick still sheathed snugly in her warmth.

Trinity giggled and raised her head to look at me with sparkling brown eyes.

“Something amusing, kitten?”

“If anyone was going to wake the kids, it would be you,” she said, followed by a laugh and a snort. Which only made her laugh harder.

I chuckled with her and tucked a hand behind my head while the other drew lazy circles on her back. “Yeah, I’ll cop to that one.”

Trinity raised her head and set her chin on my chest, her beautiful brown eyes staring intently. “I love you,” she whispered. “Not a day goes by when I don’t think about how lucky I am and that I wouldn’t trade our life for anything.”

I raised an eyebrow and teased, “Not even to move back to New York City?”

She rolled her eyes and twisted her neck to lay her head back down. “You know the answer to that, mate,” she replied drolly.

I did. It was something I was incredibly grateful for. Trinity hadn’t expected to like Timber Ridge, but she’d grown to love it. We could be happy anywhere as long as we were together, but Timber Ridge was home. I kissed the top of her head before grasping her chin and urging her to shift to look at me again. “I love you too, kitten.”

Her smile lit up the room and sent warmth through my body. Some of it to my heart and the rest straight to my semi-hard cock. When it began to swell and twitched inside her, Trinity’s eyes darkened and filled with passion. “How much do you love me?” she asked cheekily.

I bucked my hips, causing her to moan and a smirk to curve my lips. “I’ll show you,” I declared huskily as I began a slow, steady rhythm.

“Daddy!! Nyx says there are monsters under the bed!”

I froze and slammed my head back into the pillow. “Fuck,” I grunted. Trinity giggled, and I glared at her as I rolled over so she was under me and began to pull out of her. Her giggles died off, and she whimpered with need. “I think it’s time to separate those two into their own rooms,” I growled as I climbed off the bed.

Trinity scoffed. “I’m not going through that again.”

I sighed and grabbed the pajama pants Trinity had tossed to the floor earlier. “Me either.” The twins were four and still sharing a room because every time we tried to separate them, they’d cried themselves to sleep, and every morning, we found both of them in one of their rooms. But it was damn frustrating when Nyx insisted on needling his sister.

I peeked in on our two-year-old, Zara, and our six-month-old, Sage, finding them both fast asleep. Then I made my way to the twin’s room.

Greenlee was curled up on her mattress, a lump under her comforter, and Nyx was faking sleep across the room in his own bed. “Pumpkin,” I said softly as I sat down beside Greenlee.

She poked her head out, and relief flooded her features when she saw it was me. “Monsters,” she whispered.

I nodded solemnly and got down on my knees so I could bend over and peer beneath the bed. Then I pushed her brown curls away from her face and told her, “No monsters, pumpkin.”

“Are you sure? Nyx said—”

“Nyx was teasing you, Greenlee,” I assured her, throwing a disapproving glance in my son’s direction. He’d obviously been watching the exchange because his eyes slammed shut and he pretended to snore. “I’ll talk to him in the morning.” My tone was stern for his benefit, and I knew he got the message when he groaned and flopped to his other side to face the wall.


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