Page 18 of Claiming the Shifter’s Heart (The Macconwood Pack Tales #16)

B lood surged through Della’s veins and her heart was beating out of control as the other Wolves all filed out. She’d finally admitted the thing she’d been too scared to face for the past couple of days.

Della had, in fact, claimed Kristoff their first night together. Her Crow cooed inside her, the big Bird desperate for his mark. She shivered as he approached, not with fear, but with pure desire, recognizing the gleam in his verdant gaze.

Kris faced Della, his heart dancing in his eyes. He licked his lips and stroked his beard once, stalking her until her butt rested against the wall.

“You claimed me?” he asked, canting his head to the side.

“Is that okay?” she asked, tilting her head to match his.

“Yeah, that’s okay, Mama. I just have one question.”

“What’s that?” she asked, her breath hitching in her throat.

“When do I get to claim you back?”

His voice was deep and growly, and her insides were aching for him. Just as he closed the distance, his lips a hair’s breadth away from hers, the sound of little feet running towards them caught their attention.

Kris just smiled and kissed her lips quick, then he spun around and caught Sean just as the little boy hurled himself at him.

“Come on! Come on! I want you to tuck me in!”

“Okay, Champ. Let’s go,” Kris opened his hand to the side, like he was waiting for her to join them. And she did, feeling lighter than air as she followed Kris up the stairs to the children’s room.

“I’ll be going now. Oh, I left some sandwiches for you in the fridge,” Aunt Eileen said, waving goodbye.

“Thank you.”

“My pleasure, dear. You be happy now,” Aunt Eileen said.

“Story, please,” Sean asked as Kris settled him on his bed.

His green gaze met hers, and she nodded, changing Janie’s diaper. Della sat in the rocking chair by the bed and listened to Kristoff’s deep, soothing voice as he read from one of the many Christmas books Sean enjoyed.

Della stood when Janie was fast asleep, tucking the baby into her crib. She heard Kris’ whispered goodnight as he did the same for Sean. And she joined him, kissing her baby boy’s sweet smelling skin.

For one brief moment, she dropped her head and let all the fear and exhaustion from the day just roll off her like water from a duck’s back. She shivered and took a fortifying breath, thanking God for her babies’ safe return, but what helped even more was having Kris there right beside her.

He placed a large hand on her shoulder, the other on her back, allowing her to have the moment she needed. But also letting her know he was there for her to.

How did she get so lucky to have a man like this in her life?

It was a question she’d ask herself often in the future, she was sure of it.

She took his hand and quietly led him across the hall to the bedroom she hoped he would share with her. Della had no idea if everything would always be sunshine and rainbows, but she knew her life was better with Kristoff in it. And she wanted to start their life together as soon as possible.

Now , her Crow said. Right now.

He turned her towards him, taking her face in his hands and bending to kiss her sweetly. She moaned, letting her body’s natural reaction to his touch take over.

There was no point in hiding now. She’d already said she loved him. Plus, she admitted to claiming him without his knowledge or consent.

Kris growled, eyes glowing as he nipped her lip and smoothed away their clothes. He nudged her onto the bed, and she obliged, scooting backwards until she was right in the middle.

“Always so damn pretty,” he said, and she felt the compliment all the way to her toes.

Della’s body heated beneath his gaze, and arousal pulsed between her legs until it dripped down her thighs.

“Want you, mate,” she murmured, flexing her hips and sucking in a breath that made her breasts bounce.

“I am a very lucky, Wolf,” Kris said and grinned, crawling over her and sliding his tongue into her mouth.

He kissed her thoroughly, slowly, licking into her like she was delicious.

“You taste so good, Sweet Girl. My very own Georgia peach,” he whispered and kissed his way down her body, paying attention to her swollen breasts and hard nipples.

“Where are you going?” she whined at the loss of his body atop hers.

Her whine stalled, turning into a gasp as he settled between her thighs, holding them wide open.

“Gonna have some of my cream, Baby. Now open up and give it to me,” he growled, then dove right in headfirst.

He ate her ferociously, just like the big bad wolf he was. And Della couldn’t get enough. She clutched at his shoulders and pulled him closer to her, chasing that slice of heaven only he could bring.

Her orgasm hit hard, and he raised his head. But she should have known Kris wasn’t going to cheat her out of anything. Oh no, he slid up her body, pushing his thick dick inside her with zero resistance at all.

Della’s eyes were wide open, and she watched their bodies become one. Kris’ eyes rolled back, a look of pure, perfect ecstasy— so fierce it was closer to anguish— crossed his handsome face as he slid deeper and deeper still.

“Fuck. S’good.”

He started to move, swirling, rolling his hips, keeping his thrusts shallow, so he put the perfect amount of pressure on her still throbbing clit. Oh, he milked her pleasure good. Kept it going until she was moaning and gasping, scratching at him like a wild thing.

Her back arched and a keening moan left her lips, and that was when he moved again. On his knees, Kris positioned her, taking one leg and draping it over his shoulder. He held her hips and drove into her, pounding away as he fucked her right into a third orgasm.

“Good girl. Your pussy loves my dick, doesn’t it? Gonna let me have it, aren’t you, Baby? Gonna let me fuck your tight little hole whenever I want,” he growled, flipping her onto her belly.

He climbed on top of her legs, keeping them between his. She gasped as she felt his hands pull her cheeks apart and moaned when he licked her there. Then she felt him place his cock at her entrance, still holding her legs close together as he pushed inside her pussy.

“You’re so fucking good, Della. So mine,” he growled, his finger teasing her ass while he pumped into her already contracting sheath.

“Kris! Oh God! So full,” she moaned, biting the pillow to stifle her grunts as he fucked her even harder in that position.

Her body shattered, exploding into a million pieces. Della reached behind her, claws scratching at his hips as she claimed him again, needing that connection.

She felt him opening her legs and sliding between them, covering her whole body with his as he filled her with come, then he sank his teeth into her shoulder, claiming her as his own, and driving her pleasure higher than ever before.

His roar echoed in her ears, and she couldn’t tell how much time had passed before he collapsed on top of her, his breathing just as rough as hers. She couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. Or even speak.

Della could hardly breathe for the tightness in her chest. It went white hot, burning for just a moment. She gasped, eyes wide as ethereal green and white lights circled the two of them.

Kristoff lifted his head, meeting her gaze. Surprise, adoration, and something else swam in his eyes as he lowered his head and kissed her softly. That was how she knew he’d felt it, too.

“I love you, mate.”

“I love you so fucking much, Della. And I vow to never ever give you a reason to doubt me, not for a single minute for the rest of our days. To love, protect, cherish, and honor you and our children always.”

“Mmm. And I vow to hold you to that, mate.”

Della smiled as he rolled to the side and brought her into the cradle of his embrace.

Mine.