Unbound: Shifters Forever Worlds(26)

His eyes reflected her pain. She wasn’t ready for his embrace, she wasn’t ready for the way the pain infused him and then traveled back to her.

“What’s happening?”

“My leopard can’t let your ivy suffer alone. God, Glory. You’ve shouldered losing our baby and your family. And where the hell was I?” he forked his fingers through his hair. “Where the f*ck was I?”

“Seems you were driven away.”

“I should have fought for you. For us.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“I thought you didn’t want me. That you wanted your betrothed.”

A shudder washed over Glory. She couldn’t help it. The idea of Perry was repulsive. “Never. I never gave it much thought. That was arranged when I was a toddler, I never gave it much thought.”

“Glory, I’ve always thought you were my only mate.”

“There’s never been anyone else, Dane. Ever.” she pushed him back,

“There never will be,” he growled. “I won’t let you slip out of my life again.”

“What about Dane Snow?”

“He lives in a garden with a beautiful ivy and a rock to remind him of the baby he and his mate never had.” Dane put his hand on the rock.

Glory covered his hand with hers, marveling how much larger his hand was, how it eclipsed hers.

“Dane.” His name slid off her lips as if she’d never stopped saying it, it was as much hers as it was his.

He lowered his head and touched his lips to hers, groaning into their melded mouths.

His sharp teeth nipped at her chin then traveled to her jawline, then down, lower and lower, trailing heat down her neck to the neckline of her top. His fingers played with the top button.

Her breathing became ragged as his fingers played over the buttons. Each slight touch on that button teased and tormented her with a need to have him open her top and touch her body.

Frustration kicked in. Glory reached for the button, pushing his fingers aside, she freed the tiny round button from the fabric. Her body craved him. Her ivy needed him, and more than anything, Glory yearned for him. His lips alit on hers, coming in for an hard landing, kissing her with an edge, as if driving reality of this home. She kissed him back, her tongue pressing between the seam of his lips, wanting him to know this was not only real, but also everything to her.

His fingers joined hers on the next button, moving quickly, releasing and parting the dirt and sweat stained fabric.

Dane leaned back, studying her creamy mounds, the way her ivory skin pushed upward and out of the bra, overflowing. He traced the outline of the bra’s edge, fingertips drifting off the fabric to course a heated path on her flesh.

“Stunning,” he murmured, his voice husky with desire.

The result of his subtle and light touch, fleetingly flirting with her skin as it traveled on and off the bra’s fabric was delicious torture that created a high in her. His fingers walked across the center of her bra, brushing the delicate pink bow in the middle, then over her abdomen. She looked away, unwilling to see what his face would think of the toll the years had taken on her body.

Dane put his thumb on her cheek, pushing her face toward his, making her look in his eyes.

“Don’t,” he said. “You’re beautiful. I want you.”

He flicked the button on her pants, releasing it. The zipper made a ripping sound as the teeth gave way to his manipulations. Her heavy breathing, coupled with his own deep breaths almost drowned out the sound of the zipper.

“I need you.” did those words just come out of her mouth? They did. And she meant every one of them. She needed to be with him, needed to have every bit of him with her. His eyes made a promise that she wanted him to fulfill. An eternal promise that she needed fiercely.

She couldn’t have stopped her hands from drifting to his wide chest if she’d wanted to. The muscles flexed beneath her fingertips, then her hands snaked across his shoulder, over his back and around his neck.

Dane lowered his head. His tongue followed the path his fingers had begun, leaving a heated trail from her bra to her panties.

His slick hot tongue ran along the panty’s edge, tracing the border from one hip to the other. He pushed her back, her body leaning against the wall, pulled her pants off when she raised her hips.

His breath was a hot warmth on her stomach, making her body pulse with desire.

Glory moaned, unable to control her passion. That moan set a domino effect in motion, he traveled his tongue lower, licking his way until her panties were below her knees. Her clit throbbed with yearning when he’d finally rid her of the panties and was beginning to make his way north, licking her inner knee, nipping at her the tenderest of her inner thighs.

Head leaned back, Glory closed her eyes. She jumped when he shoved his face between her legs with a fierceness that showed her the depth of his own desires. Alternately breathing hard and then holding her breath, lungs burning with exertion, she sought purchase in the tall grass, grabbing handfuls of it, uprooting without realizing she was doing that.

He sucked in her folds, taking them in deep, then releasing them with a pop, over and over again. The sound was like kerosene to the fuel of her lust, driving her further and further into an abyss of desire.

When his tongue plunged in deep, she bit down on her lip to keep the cry that threatened to escape.