The Lost Slipper (Fairytale Shifter #3)(18)

His only response to my words is a growl against my *, which sends chills down my spine. His fingers dig deeply into the flesh of my thighs, like I might take his treat away. His unbreakable hold lets me know that would be impossible.

Stone has been on me since I gave myself to him last night. We made love all night long. The first few times were hard and fast, but as the night went on, he slowly started to worship my body. I don’t think one inch of me went untouched last night and into the early morning. I’ve never felt so loved, so wanted, in my life. I was made to feel like he couldn’t breathe without me.

I’ve never seen Stone like that before. It was like he couldn’t stop touching me. That at any moment something could just take me from him. I hate the worry he seems to feel about it, but it would be a lie if I didn’t say I love it, too.

To go so long without feeling like you’re important to anyone. To now have it. To have someone filling in all those holes I felt I had inside me. I want to soak it all in, even if it does make him a little miserable.

“Give me that sweet honey, Winnie,” he says, before latching onto my clit, sucking it into his mouth with another growl that vibrates through me, making me explode. The orgasm shoots through me, and I try to close my legs, but Stone just lazily licks at me, getting every drop of my orgasm. Each time his tongue grazes my clit, my whole body jerks.

“Please, Stone,” I beg, unable to take anymore. I’ve had so many orgasms in the last twelve hours, I can’t take another. I’m not even sure if I can walk now. Which isn’t good because I have a bakery to open.

My head is still thrown back, my eyes closed. It isn’t until I feel Stone peeling my hands from the metal table edge that I realize he’s now standing between my legs.

He brings my hands to his mouth, kissing the indents left by the sharp table edges, an unhappy furrow in his brow.

“We should have stayed in bed,” he says, placing another kiss in the marks.

“It didn’t hurt, and it was well worth it.” I smile up at him to reassure him. He seems a little off kilter. I do enjoy how much I seem to be affecting him, but I also don’t want him stressing himself. “I can’t wait to do it again.” He grabs me, pulling himself closer to me as he nuzzles my neck. “Tonight,” I finish, when I feel his cock press against me.

I would’ve loved nothing more than to lie in bed with him all day, but the bakery has to be opened today. It’s Sunday, and we’re only open until noon anyways.

“Just getting my scent back on you,” he says, rubbing against me.

“I’m pretty sure it’s permanently on me,” I giggle, as the whiskers of his beard tickle my neck.

“I told you not to shower,” he complains, taking my earlobe into his mouth. He pouted this morning. Yes, pouted when I insisted on a shower before coming to work. He said I was washing away all his hard work.

“I recall you rather enjoying that shower,” I remind him.

He groans against me like he’s recalling it, pressing his hard, jean-covered cock against my *.

Suddenly, he retreats, pulling me off the counter, and my feet hit the floor. My dress falls back into place just as Gwen comes pushing through the door to the kitchen, X—of course—a heartbeat behind her.

She stops, a big smile pasted across her face.

“I knew you’d be all mated by this morning,” she says, putting her hands on her hips. X lazily leans up against the wall. He never seems to have much to say, but Gwen can talk enough for everyone, and he seems to like to watch her do it.

“What are you doing here?” I ask, looking down to make sure I’m decent, though I don’t think Stone would have let anyone in the room if something was showing. I know she can smell what was going on, and pink hits my cheeks. Stone pulls me to him, wrapping an arm around me in a possessive hold. We haven’t been out together yet, and I still wonder what it will be like when the rest of the pack is around. I normally fade to the back.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d be here. I know after this big guy,” she points over her shoulder to X, “got his paws on me, he wouldn’t let me up to breathe. Anyways, I just wanted to make sure someone was here to open this place up. I don’t trust those stepsisters of yours to do shit.”

I glance up at Stone, wanting to see his reaction to Gwen's words, but he just has a big smile across his face, too. It’s then I realize I don’t think I’ve ever seen him smile like that before. It reaches all the way to his eyes.

He glances down at me, the smile dropping a little. “Are Tamara and Trish not doing their share at the bakery? I can have a word with them.”

I hear Gwen huff.

“No, don’t,” I quickly rebuff. One, I don’t want him anywhere near my stepsisters, and two, I have a feeling if Stone finds out how miserable I was living there, it will eat him up inside. I want that smile he just had to light up his face again. He would be devastated to know that I wasn’t treated right, and there’s no way for him to go back and change it. I want to move forward and see him smile like that for the rest of our lives.

“You sure?” His other hand comes up to cup my face as he bends down to rub his nose against mine. God, I love when he does that. It’s such a silly, sweet thing for this big alpha to do.

“Positive.” I lean in a little, pressing my mouth to his.