Page 15 of Bearly Santa
“So are you,” she replied, her voice breathy.
Grant’s hands traced their way down her body, undoing the buttons of her jeans and sliding them down over her hips. Her skin tingled under the pressure of his fingers as he moved them lower, and she closed her eyes at the delicious sensation.
When his hands found her panties, she gasped out in pleasure. She opened her eyes to find him watching her face as he traced a finger over her clit.
His eyes flared and she could practically feel the heat coming off him as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her panties. She lifted her hips to help him pull them off, and then she was completely naked in front of him. She shivered with delight as his eyes roved greedily over her.
“Show me what it means to be your mate,” she urged, and he growled in reply, and swiped his tongue across her clit. She arched her back as pleasure shot through her. It was like he knew exactly what to do, how to touch her, and she could feel her pleasure mounting.
“I need…I need…” she gasped as he teased her mercilessly. He nipped her thigh lightly and looked up at her through eyes the burned with lust and a need that echoed her own.
“I need you inside me, Grant. Now. Please.”
He shed his pants and then he was on top of her, his delicious, velvety cock pressed to her entrance. She whined and rubbed herself against him.
“Are you sure?” he murmured in her ear.
“Yes! I want to be yours, Grant. In every way.”
He plunged into her, and her body welcomed him like they had been designed to fit together, like he was the one thing she’d been chasing her entire life without knowing. He completed her in the most perfect way imaginable.
She met him thrust for thrust as they chased their pleasure together. His lips found hers again and she opened to him, delighting in the way he claimed every inch of her.
He pulled back, searching her face.
“What?” she demanded, for some reason suddenly certain he was holding something back from her. She didn’t want that. She wanted every part of him. “Tell me.”
“Shifters…we can claim our mates. Make our connection permanent.”
“Yes,” she said at once. “I want you, Grant. For always.”
And some part of her had known it from the very first moment she had laid eyes on him.
He searched her face for a long moment, then nodded, and pressed his lips to her shoulder. There was a sharp sting as his teeth broke her flesh, and then she felt it—their connection sparking to life inside her, everything she felt for him echoed right back at her. The way he saw her, the things he felt for her. And it was more incredible than she ever could have imagined.
Her eyes widened in amazement and she met his for just a brief moment, and then he thrust into her one more time and she threw her head back with a scream as her climax crashed down over her. A moment later Grant froze, and then found his own release inside her, and she felt herself clamped around him, holding him greedily to her.
He leaned over and kissed her tenderly once more before collapsing back down beside her.
She ran her eyes over him lazily, barely daring to believe that she had a lifetime to explore his body, and his heart, but the new sensations in her chest told her it was true. Her and Grant, facing the world, together. And she knew, in that moment, that no matter what Riggs and other men like him tried to do, she and Grant would find a way to fight them, to protect what they both believed in, and make sure there would be a green world for future generations to enjoy.
But right now, the only thing she wanted to enjoy was Grant. She rolled onto her side and arched a brow at him.
“Let me know when you’re ready for round two.”
The End
