Page 21 of Rejected By the Shifter King

Her name was not just a roar in her mind but also a hoarse growl of release in the real world.

And then he was coming. And coming. And coming.

And she drank it all in.

Oh, if only...

If only this moment could last forever.

But of course, it didn't, and ten minutes later, with Lysander having put on the change of clothes Aluin had discreetly slipped inside the van, Estrella had no choice but to accept this the moment Lysander pulled the door open.

The soldiers began to cheer, clapping, whistling, and yelling bawdy words of encouragement as Lysander helped a now red-faced Estrella out of the vehicle. While the warmth in which they were being welcomed pleased the Fae in him, the other half...it still wasn't used to having this many men surround his mate. The beast in him craved to make a mark for everyone to see, and it was not to be ignored.

Beside him, Estrella wasn't feeling too comfortable either. It had just occurred to her that there was a good possibility Lysander's soldiers were cheering simply because they knewexactlywhat had happened in the van? Like maybe, they had guessed that she had gone down on her knees—-

No, stop that, Estrella.

She squared her shoulders. Whether they knew or not, it didn't matter. Shouldn't matter.Right?She and Lysander were married, and if it just so happened that her first kiss had happened between her mouth and his thing—-

Lysander, having listened to his mate's thoughts the whole time, could no longer help it. In the middle of talking to his generals, he took hold of her wife's shoulders to spin her around to face him, and as soon as their gazes met-—

We should...remedy...your first kiss.

She was confused at first, but when she saw his lips folding into a smirk, she realized he had heard her mentally freaking out about the nature of their first kiss - and intended to do something about it.

Never mind if they had his very best soldiers surrounding them.

Oh dear.

She tried to take a step back, but he was too fast for her, and he had already cupped her face, his head bending down—-

Lysander, everyone will see—-

A gruff chuckle played in her mind.

I'm sure...they'll enjoy...the show.

Her eyes widened.What kind of answer was tha—-mmph!His mouth covered her without warning, his tongue thrusting in between lips that had parted in surprise, and Estrella was so stunned she couldn't even think of resisting. There was no foreplay at all...and somehow, that just made the kiss so, so much hotter.

His tongue pushed deeper, and her arms went around his neck as his lips moved with the most sinful kind of mastery.So, so good.This kiss...it was just so good. Too good. And when she heard his voice in her mind—-

Mine.

The savagely possessive note in it made her forget everything, every bone inside her body melting at the sound of it.

Ma belle...etoile.

Her eyes smarted with tears. Oh, those words. She was no longer a little girl. She knew exactly what they meant now - what it meant for him to speak in that language, and her body began to tremble and ache in the most unbearably exquisite way.

Say it. Say...you're mine.

This time, there was an almost brutally pagan quality to his command, and the sound of it made Estrella's head whirl even as she found herself helplessly submitting to it.

I'm yours, husband.

His hand in her hair tightened as soon as she whispered the words, and heat curled in her stomach as his kiss changed. She didn't think he could kiss her any harder, but he could, and he did, and oh, how her er mouth felt bruised and swollen in the loveliest way possible now.

Same...for me.