Unbound: Shifters Forever Worlds(14)

Dane had been amazing as a youth. But for a full grown mature male he was sheer perfection. All man. All shifter.

All hers.

Used to be.

“Glory. Do you know what your touch does to me?” Lust-filled gray eyes studied her.

She knew. She knew because she felt the same way.

He pushed her toward the wall, stepped away and with supernatural speed had her stripped in front of him.

She cringed inwardly. She wasn’t the firm young teen she used to be. She’d been through so much. She covered her stomach with her hands and wished she had two more hands to cover her hips and every other part of her body she was self-conscious about.

Time had not been good to her. That wasn’t all, she reminded herself. There was something else too. Something that changed her body immeasurably, though she knew it changed her heart more than her body. She’d been so young at the time after all.

Birth.

God, she didn’t want to tell him or even think of that. Not now. Not during this.

She pushed the secret back, feeling as much guilt as if she were living a lie.

You are.

There went her conscience again.

“I want you.” His words cut through her memories, pulled her back to the present, back to his arms, his yearning. He pushed her hands down.

Boldly, and totally out of character, she stepped forward, unbuttoned his jeans and pushed her hand down the front of his pants.

Her fingers slipped around his hardness, skimming over the velvety mushroom head while she wrapped around his girth. His breath caught with a low whoosh. Dane put his hand over hers, the fabric of his pants between them and he pressed on her hand, driving his length against her fingers, pushing her hand even more, grinding against her.

“You left me.” She squeezed him, moving her hand up and down, her movements constricted by his grip on her hand. “When I needed you most.” The anger she’d never given vent to, the anguish she’d never yielded to, both sought purchase from him.

“I’m sorry.” His voice was a melding of torment and rapture. His jaw muscles clenched, his lips barely moving. “I was young. Stupid. And then I thought you’d been killed.”

“I may as well have been. You have no idea what I’ve gone through all these years, have you?”

She wasn’t telling him she knew exactly how much time had lapsed, almost to the moment. The memory of the last time she saw him, the shadows his large frame had cast, the way the wind had blown, the sound of the birds, all of this burned into her memory, and had been for an eternity.

And as much as she wanted to rage and punish him for the hurt, a part of her knew what happened hadn’t been all his fault. Then there was the other part of her. The part that couldn’t stop loving him.

“I’d never walk away from you if you gave us a chance.”

She closed her eyes, letting the full measure of his words sink in.

Now he offers this?

She was torn. It had been her parents’ will that she bond with Perry. She couldn’t bring her parents back, but she could honor their wishes.

And I will honor their wishes. He and I had our chance. He walked away without seeking another solution.

Did they really have a chance, in the recesses of her mind her ivy sought the same answers she did.

She would be Perry’s in a less than a week, but in her heart she’d always be Dane’s. And right now, Dane was here. And she wanted him more than she ever wanted anything. Every fiber of her being craved his touch, his very essence.

“Take me.”

“Glory?” His sex-husky tone conveyed his confusion. “Are you sure?”

She bit her lip and nodded.

He dropped his pants quicker than she’d thought a man could undress. She stared at his thickness, the same girth that had given her pleasure, then pain, all those years ago. Desire flooded her core.

He carried her to the living room, setting her on the sofa, he placed a hand on each of her knees and pushed her legs apart. Glory was spread wide, the cool air touching the wetness he’d created. He leaned down, and stared at her mound. The sheer erotic sexiness of his eyes studying her made her muscles contract with need.

Dane spread the folds of her * and dipped down, his breath warming the area that had just been cooled. She arched her back, her body wanting to be closer to him. His tongue flicked at her nether lips, a blend of pressure and speed to create the perfect mix that made her grab the cushions of the sofa and squeeze the upholstery between her fingertips.

Spreading her even wider, his tongue slid into her tightness, invading and claiming her heat, plunging in and out slowly, then curling upward and flickering over her tiny bud.

“Dane.” His name came from her mouth, but sounded like another woman altogether. Deeper, lower, throaty. She sounded like a being in the midst of irreplaceable passion.

Glory laced her fingers into his hair, her nails digging into his scalp while she held his face close.

She was so close…

…too close.

With a lunge forward that catapulted her body into an arch, she thrust his face into her mound while she released years of need.

She lay back, her body seizing as the muscles refused to relinquish their control over her orgasm. Another spasm, and she panted, her breathing the only sound in the room.

Dane buried his face into her * again, relentlessly licking and tonguing her until she came twice.