Page 9 of Claiming the Shifter’s Heart (The Macconwood Pack Tales #16)

A ll night Della had been toying with the idea of asking Kristoff to take her home with him, stripping to her skin, and seducing the unsuspecting man.

And why not?

She’d never done anything like that.

Well, not the sex part. Obviously, Della was not a virgin. But she’d also never tried to entice a man into bed. And suddenly, she wanted to try.

With him.

Her inner Crow cooed and clicked, all abuzz with yearning for this strangely quiet and powerful Wolf. Oh, she felt his strength, but her animal didn’t fear it.

No, her inner Bird seemed to crave it. Odd considering she’d spent years trying to hide from the callous men of her former Murder.

But here she was. Shivering with awareness and need. Her sex clenched on air, and moisture gathered between her thighs, She licked her lips, breathing in the scent of his earthy musk.

Della was surprised she wasn’t more nervous. After all, Kristoff had a body like a warrior, and she was twice over a mom and very obviously so. Her belly was soft, lined with stretch marks her Shifter healing couldn’t get rid of. Her nipples were larger, the breasts they tipped heavier than they used to be.

But even with her jiggly thighs and plump butt, she wanted to take her clothes off for him. She was dying to let him see her in that barely there negligee.

Still, she had no idea he’d pick her up and toss her over his shoulder the second she whispered in his ear, alluding to all that. But he had. And she was so turned on, she could scent her own desire dancing on air inside his super nice SUV.

Della bit her lower lip, excitement racing in her veins as he sped down some little back road she’d never even seen, like a bat out of hell.

“Um, Kris?”

“Yeah?”

“Maybe you should slow down,” she squeaked when he took a turn onto a snow-covered street, making the whole dang SUV swerve on the icy road.

“What? Oh! Sorry,” he growled, eyes bright with his beast.

Dear Lord, the man was hot.

A second later, he pulled into the parking lot behind one of the newer apartment buildings on the main strip near Ocean Drive.

“Wait for me,” he growled.

Stunned, she watched as Kris rounded the car, opened her door, and reached for her. He fused his mouth to hers, backing her up against the side of the truck and kissing the hell out of her.

His lips were hard and hungry. His searching tongue plundered her mouth, leaving no corner untouched as he licked into her with slow, deliberate strokes.

Snow fell all around them, and Della’s heart was beating so quickly, she thought it might rip right out of her chest. Need and desire rose inside like hot magma, all pent up and ready to explode.

“Are you still sure you want this, Sweet Girl?” he asked, and Della looked up at him with lust-glazed eyes.

This was already nothing like her prior experience with sex. It was so much better.

“Yes, I’m sure,” she said, jumping up and wrapping her legs around his waist, loving how easily he caught her. “Now, are you gonna take me to your apartment or what, Big Guy?”

“Fuck yes I am,” he growled, his voice barely even human.

“Good boy.”