Page 25 of Shift Of Heart

I lean down and kiss him softly before I move my mouth to his neck. He sucks in a breath, his nerves evident.

“Are you sure?” I ask, needing to hear him say the words.

He nods.

“What are you waiting for?” he asks, his voice a whisper.

“Christmas,” I say as I kiss his neck before sinking my teeth into his flesh. He doesn’t growl or cry out, but I feel himeverywhere.Heat floods me everywhere. But this heat is different. It’s warm and wonderful and comfortable and so veryperfect.

Because, it’s not a fire, but a comfort.

It’s a bond between me and mymate.And there is no warmth that can compete with that. Not even fire.

“Bugger, I’m coming,” he bites out, his voice nearly a hiss as he detonates. I barely have time to comprehend his words before he lunges forth, upending me onto my back, but I don’t hit the ground. His arms cradle me, a soft landing as he thrusts himself inside of me, chasing his ecstasy. And then without warning, his teeth sink into my neck with sharpness, and my insides start to spasm, the blood rushing through my veins in renewed vigor.

I whine, low and deep, as I wrap my legs around him. My heart beats like my pulse where his fangs live at the moment. My pussy pulses along with the beat of his heart, the twitch of his cock.

Everything around me pales in comparison to this.

I don’t know how long we lay there, connected as one. All I know is that I’ve never felt more whole in my life.

When he finally exits from me, he breathes a sigh of relief.

“So, I guess this means you don’t find me so insufferable after all,” he says, and I can hear the exhaustion in his voice. I laugh. Really laugh, because the nerve of this man.

“Perhaps you are like dancing,” I tease.

“Are you saying my performance istolerable?” He chuckles.

“Quite the opposite, actually. I find your performance mostenjoyable.”

Luke smiles, and his dimples light up.

“You still owe me a dance, Emily Marie.”

It’s my turn to smile as my omega basks in the afterglow. His release continues to drip down my thighs. My panties are God knows where. And I will have to go home in a few weeks, but at the moment, none of that matters.

The only thing that matters is this.

Us. My mate and I.

“Do I now?” I ask, my voice full of mischief and excitement. Luke casts me that boyish smirk that has my insides dancing a waltz of their own.

“Yes,” he says as he swiftly tucks his cock back in his pants, stands, and tries his best to make himself look presentable. He holds his hand out to me, and I take it, letting him help me up.

“So how about it?” he asks, tucking some hair behind my ear. His fingers grace the sensitive mark on my neck. His mark.

His claim.

“Right here?” I ask, feeling warm from my head to my toes.

He slides his arms around my waist, pulling me close as he nuzzles my neck where he bit me, and starts to sway.

“Yes. Right here is perfect.”

The faint sounds of the music carry and I smile.

Because for once, I couldn’t agree more with my alpha.