Page 11 of Claiming the Shifter’s Heart (The Macconwood Pack Tales #16)

“ O h my Lord,” Della moaned, clutching at Kristoff’s head.

His hair was shaved in some sort of Viking faux hawk with designs buzzed along the sides of his scalp. It was too short for her to find any purchase, but the things he was doing.

Hell, she was likely to collapse from sheer shock, never mind pleasure. The man seemed insatiable and for her of all people. She was too far gone to question it, and besides, part of her new self-affirmation process was to take the good things that came at face value. And this was definitely one of the good things.

“Get on, Mama,” he growled, hoisting one thigh, then the other over his broad shoulders.

He moaned, cupping her ass with his large hands and pushing her needy sex more firmly against his hungry, searching mouth. Della could not keep up with the sensations battering against her like wave after wave of pleasure.

Every second of his lusty attentions brought her higher and higher until she exploded with a shout as her release washed over her. She was too exhausted to move, but also embarrassed by her, er , shortcomings.

Was that a thing? Could women come too soon?

She didn’t really know. Her ex had only been interested in his pleasure, and the truth was Della never orgasmed with another person in the room. Self-exploration had been frowned upon in her Murder, but she was part human, for fuck’s sake.

She didn’t know how to handle what had just happened. This big, sexy Wolf made her see stars, playing her body like a fine instrument. Hoping she didn’t do anything wrong, she tried to control her breathing while Kris brought her down from his shoulders, gently kissing his way up her soft belly and breasts.

The man was not in a rush, and she was still tingling from his kisses and the magic he’d already conjured between her legs.

“Um, I’m sorry if I ruined it by going too fast,” she blurted. “It’s just, uh, never been like that,” Della whispered, exhaling a sharp breath as she wrestled with embarrassment.

“Hey, no, no, no, Sweet Girl, you look at me now,” Kris murmured, taking her face between his long-fingered hands.

“I mean, I just don’t want this to be over and if I ruined it?—”

“Ruined it? Don’t apologize, Della,” he scoffed, smiling at her. “That was the single sexiest experience of my life, and we’ve only just started.”

“Really?” she whispered, almost afraid to ask.

“Hell yeah, Baby. Your pleasure tastes like fucking ambrosia, and I’m proud I could do that for you. My Wolf wants to howl to the world that I made you come for me, but that’s only for us, Sweet Girl. No more apologies.”

“So, you don’t want me to go?”

“Go? Are you out of your mind? We’re not done by a long shot, and I can’t wait to see what you can do.”

Relief flooded her system, and arousal pooled between her legs. Della might be out of her mind at that, but only where he was concerned.

Lord, she burned for him. A whimper escaped her lips as she ran her hands over his bulging biceps to his smooth, broad shoulders. He was so fit, so fine, with the perfect amount of body hair and gorgeous symbols inked across his muscular torso.

Della wanted to lick them. She wanted to see if he tasted like forest everywhere, and she moaned as he pulled her in for a deep, hot, wet kiss.

Holy hell. Can this man kiss!

Then he was laying her down, peeling her out of that slinky underwear. He kissed and praised her as he revealed her most secret treasures inch by inch.

Della clutched at him. Eager for everything he was doing to her, while wanting and needing more at the same time. In her almost thirty years on this planet, Della had seen good and bad. She’d seen beauty and horror.

But this right here, this was pure magic. Kristoff was light years beyond her in looks. But he made her feel like a goddess.

She moaned and panted, scratched her nails up his back as he paid attention to her stretch marks, kissing each one like they were something beautiful.

“Every inch. Every goddamn inch. So fucking soft. So goddamn warm. Fuck Sweet Girl, I knew you were going to be beautiful,” he moaned reverently as he slid his hard, hot body on top of hers, positioning his hard cock at her entrance.

There was something empowering in the way he reacted to her, and Della felt it down to her toes. This man was dangerous. He was changing things, and she wasn’t sure she was ready for that.

Heck. She didn’t know what to do with it, either. Yes, she’d seen him looking. Knew he was interested. But what if it was all just sex for him?

Her Crow clicked and cawed, the animal inside her was pushing at her for something. Della wasn’t sure what. She never got along with her animal. The creature was always too skittish and timid for her.

Oh, she wanted to be strong, but her animal side had been treated as nothing for so long, she was afraid she’d started to believe it. Those thoughts were too heavy for what was happening between her and Kristoff.

Her body felt warm and swollen, and so damn good under the weight of his. And if Della had learned anything about life, it was to take the good when you could get it.

And this felt good.

So good.

If tonight was all she was going to get from a strong, gorgeous Shifter like Kristoff, then she was so there for it. Hell, she was going to seize it with both hands and hold on for dear life.

The man had been living rent free in her brain for weeks now. Tonight was the culmination of all her secret dirty fantasies she’d been having.

Their coming together was the realization of those sweaty dreams that had been keeping her up late for weeks now.

“Last chance, Mama. Once I sink into this perfect body, I’m not stopping until you come at least twice,” he growled, green eyes blazing with promise.

Emboldened by the desire she saw shining there, Della wrapped her hands around the back of his neck. She’d already come, but her body ached. She needed him, was desperate to have his thick dick deep inside her. Never had she ever felt such wild and wanton abandon.

“No more talk. Show me.”

Then she pulled him down, claiming his mouth in a kiss she’d never have the guts to try in the light of day.

Kris didn’t hesitate. His hands clenched on her hips, and he thrust forward, pushing his thick cock deep inside her, stretching her walls and ruining her for anyone else.

“Oh, God!”

“Kristoff or Kris. But you say my name when I’m fucking you. Hell, I want you to scream it,” he growled.

She moaned, back arching, pressing her aching breasts against his chest. A fresh wave of desire pooled between them at his rough commands.

Della didn’t like being told what to do. But maybe she did. In bed. With him.

“Kris! Oh, Kristoff, it feels so good,” she yelled and whimpered.

Her body moved in tandem with his. Both of them rising and falling and flowing into one another, driving towards the same goal.

It felt so good, so right. He angled her hips, driving home even deeper. Kris held still for a moment, allowing her body to adjust to his massive invasion.

She moaned, touching him everywhere she could reach, kissing his arms, his chest and stomach. Della reveled in the care he took and his consideration of her feelings and her body.

He cupped her face, lifting until she looked at him. Then, holding her stare, he started to move. Kris slid out of her slowly until just the tip of his cock sat inside her needy slit.

Mouth open, eyes locked on hers, Wolf shining brightly, he rammed all the way in. Crowding every inch of his dick into her tight, wet sheath until his balls were slapping against her ass.

Then he did it again.

And again.

Faster and harder, Kristoff rutted into her, and fuck, she loved it. She held onto his hips, never wanting him to stop. He pounded her body, knowing exactly what she needed, what she could take. And she adored him for it.

“What do you need, Mama? Need me to touch this clit? That what you want?” he asked, head canted.

The Wolf glowed in his eyes as he reached between them. Strumming her tight little nubbin in small circles. He pumped his cock, adding more pressure with his hand. And Della exploded around him, squeezing his dick tight with her muscles.

“That’s it, Sweet Girl. Come for me. Flutter that pussy all around my cock. Show me how much you like the way I fuck you.”

Oh my fucking God.

His filthy words were so raw, so dirty. Della loved the way they sounded spilling from his lips. In fact, she liked them so much, they pushed her from one precipice to another.

“Fuck, Mama. You coming again already? Good girl. That’s a good girl,” he growled.

Kris reared up, bucking into her soft body harder and harder, until he roared her name. Hot jets of come filled her as he followed her into carnal bliss.

Having him come like that filled her with pleasure so intense, she clawed at his back like a wild thing with her sharp nails, needing him to anchor her.

Kristoff crushed her with his body, rocking his hips, drawing out every inch of their orgasms. He was in no hurry to roll off her and leave, as had been her prior experience.

Oh no. Not him.

Kristoff seemed to covet her. He made her feel special, worthy, delicious as he moaned and kissed her neck, her chin, her mouth, holding her tight as their bodies tried to come down from the high.

Della kissed him back, not wanting to break the connection just yet. This felt so good. So perfect.

She’d definitely enjoyed it. And she wanted to remember it that way for always. Her Crow cooed sadly, and Della hushed the animal inside her mind’s eye.

Building castles in the sky was dangerous, Della knew that better than most. This had been nice. But it was time to go.

Nice things don’t last forever.

Kris tightened his arms around her, his whole body rumbling steadily and somehow it soothed both woman and Crow. He’d flipped them over, hugging her tight to his body, and rubbed circles on her lower back.

Good mate, the Crow whispered.

Della didn’t even notice as she nodded off.