Unbound: Shifters Forever Worlds(15)

“You taste so f*cking good, Glory. Better than honey, better than the sweetest nectar.”

A warmth suffused her face as the blush she knew he’d created momentarily heated her chest and neck. Her legs shook and her breathing was labored, sweat making her hair stick to her face. She pushed it back impatiently.

He rose in front of her like a Greek god come to life and held his hand out for her.

She took it and let him help her to a sitting position. Unsure if she had enough strength not to collapse back on the couch, she held onto his hand.

He pulled her closer, his face was shiny with a mixture of his perspiration and her juices. He pulled her close enough to pick up her earthy scent. He licked his lips, slowly, first the bottom one, then the top. Then repeated it again, letting out a small purr that sounded like, “Mmmm.”

Curiosity drove her next request. “I want to taste.”

He tugged her closer, his lips covering hers. Her tongue explored his mouth, slipping amongst his teeth and licking his tongue while she tasted herself on him in the most erotic experience she’d ever had.

He remained motionless, his hardness laying against her thigh while she explored his mouth. She tasted his musky male pine scent, realized it was the sweat that had dripped down.

She found the taste alarmingly arousing, making her want him more. She let one hand trail down her thigh until she’d reached his cock. He flinched when she touched it, his eyes widening in desire, lust making his pupils dilate, and the amber glow of his snow leopard flashed in the depths of his gray eyes.

She had no clue how to please a man. Feeling inept, she decided to let her passion guide her. She squeezed him, gently moving her hand up and down while squeezing. His groan told her she was spot on with pleasing him.

“You’re going too far, Glory.” There was a warning tone to his voice. He seized her wrists, pinned her arms behind her hips.

“I want to go too far.” I don’t know if I’ll ever have a chance again, after my bonding to Perry.

His tormented groan was followed by his raising her arms over her head, holding both wrists with one large hand, and pushing her to the side and down. She lay on the cushions, with his cock nestled between her legs and his other arm holding him up to keep him from crushing her.

He bent his head, taking a nipple into his lips. His tongue flicked it, then made circles. His mouth was hot, his tongue lashed at her pebbled peak while his teeth scraped and nibbled at the sensitive nub, sending signals straight to her core.

Another quick bite sent a wave of pleasure to the apex between her legs. She squirmed, wriggling to get closer, wanting him more, wanting him to completely claim her.

He lifted his head, his gray eyes piercing. “You’re mine. I don’t care what anyone says or who they say you’re promised to.” He licked at her rosy bud. “You.” Another lick. “Are.” And another. “Mine.”

The golden flame churned in his eyes. His leopard making his presence known.

“Yes.” The word came from her lips with a hiss. I’ll always be yours. She couldn’t tell him that. Couldn’t. Tears prickled behind her eyes.

The head of his cock pressed into her core. She gasped at the size of him. Too many years of being unpenetrated made his girth almost as hard to take as it was the first time.

She gave into him completely, surrendering her soul, heart, and ivy to Dane and his snow leopard. He plunged into her, spreading her wide, making her feel split in two again, like the very first time.

Dane worked his cock in and out. His rhythm began as a slow drive that escalated to a furious pitch as he sunk himself into her fully, then pulled out, the juicy sound of entrance and egress drowning out her heaving breaths. She wrapped her legs around him holding him tightly. Her muscles clenched him, refusing to let him go, sucking him in deeper.

Quivers wracked her body as a climax began to build, spreading throughout her like a tidal upsurge. He released her hands just as she pushed her body upward, arching into him, taking him in deep as he slammed into her with a force that knocked her breath out.

She cried out, then his mouth covered hers, taking in her scream as she climaxed, one series of orgasms following another, leaving her trembling in his arms. When a mountainous climax began to overtake him, his body stiffened, he thrust and was still, pumping into her, releasing hot seed while he held her immobile.

Glory clung to him, her arms wrapped around his neck as he nuzzled her shoulder, his teeth sharp and scraping her flesh.

She froze. Was he marking her with a couple-bond? That would ruin her for Perry.

A part of her prayed he was.





10





Glory lay on Dane. Sometime during their nap she ended up on top of him. She breathed him in, relishing the earthy scent of him, the forest that seemed to be engrained in his essence.

It brought back memories from so very long ago. Playing in the fields, exploring the forest, avoiding the other shifter types. Dane understood the ivies weren’t to be around other shifters, though he told her repeatedly that he didn’t understand why they couldn’t keep company with other shifters.

“We are not allowed. We’re not the same type,” she’d told him.

“But why not,” he’d insisted, pressing for an answer, his gray eyes dark and matching that day’s clouds. In the distance, lightning crackled and thunder boomed.