Page 108 of Shifters Reckoning

All of me, I promised and meant it. Open. No wall. Feel it?

He shoved dozens of images of me through the bond, along with all the desire he felt.

I took three steps backward, caught the hem of my T-shirt, and pulled it over my head. My shorts followed. Then I quirked an eyebrow and shook my breasts at him. They bounced back and forth.

His eyes went dark and dragged down me. His inner wolf howled. What’s that move called?

Scrunching my nose, I thought a moment. Believe that’s breasting boobily.

Definitely boobily. Where’d you learn that one?

Instinct… or maybe I read it somewhere.

Mind showing me that one again?

How ’bout something a little different? I whirled and bent over, pointing my ass directly at him. I was being brazen, wanton, and absolutely reveling in the reaction my teasing caused in our bond.

What are you doing?

I blew him a kiss. Flirting with you.

Making it impossible for me to last.

Oh, you’ll last, Logan, and when we’re done, we’ll go again.

He stalked toward me, and I whirled around and raced back to the bedroom, where neither of us had slept in days. His footsteps sounded heavy behind me. He hooked his arm around my waist before I reached the bed and swung me around to face him.

His eyes flashed, and he pushed his hand through my hair. He made a fist and pulled me close. “My rainbow vet,” he murmured, bringing his mouth close to mine. “My beautiful, lovely mate. Forever mine.”

I dropped my head and pressed my mouth to his scar. It was the reminder of the time I’d almost lost him, and every time I pressed my lips to it, gratitude flooded me. He still had a heartbeat, and my fix still held. Then I dragged my tongue over it.

“Still beating,” he said, his fingers still laced through my hair. “You did good work, Doc.”

“Damn right I did.” I bit him just below the scar, and his breath caught. “Best work I ever did, Logan.”

He pressed kisses down my neck. “So far.”

My lips traced the hard planes of his body, following the line of his chest hair down to the waistband of his gray sweats. I shoved my hands beneath the fabric and forced the sweats to the floor.

He groaned, released my hair, stepped out of his sweats, and then scooped me into his arms. “I’m going to eat you out on the dining room table, Emma, so I can picture it in my head every time we eat in there.”

“What?” I squealed and squirmed, but he didn’t release me from his arms as he carried me back into the dining room. “Not sure I want to see myself with spread legs on the table every time we’re eating in there.”

I do.

Carefully, he laid me down on the tablecloth on the dining room table and took a seat in the chair at the end. Then he buried his face between my legs, lapping at the hidden places of me while the fire threw our shadows over the walls.

I grabbed a fistful of his hair and worked my hips against him. This. This is the thing worth keeping the world ordinary for. This.

He hooked my legs over his shoulders and devoured me until I went flying over the edge of orgasm, colors exploding behind my eyelids.

“Fuck, Logan,” I panted.

“Again,” he said. “But first let me see.”

“Fucking bossy.” I puckered my lips in a pout.

“Better believe it.” He sat back in the dining room chair and studied me through half-closed eyes. “Yeah, that’s what I’m going to see every time I sit in this chair.”