Page 13 of Shifters Unifying

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Fuck, this woman is going to be the death of me.

The scent of blueberries and sage—her scent—filled my mind.

My hands cusped her chin before the dreamy smile slid off her lips. “You have no idea what you do to me, Emma,” I said, growling her name deep in my throat, forcing her to look at me while my dick throbbed between her thighs, brushing my thumb over her multi-color tattoo. “You wring the life from me and return it to me, tenfold. You are mine until the end of time, and I will die whispering your name.”

Her eyes widened, exposing the mossy greens and emeralds within, and she caught her bottom lip between her teeth. Her rainbow tresses splayed across our leafy bedding. She had brought so much color into my life, in so many ways.

Even more, she had no idea how much restraint it took not to ram into her and spill into her now. Our lips stayed still, barely grazing, as I searched her eyes for something I didn’t know how to place. What I did know was I couldn’t have stayed beneath her much longer. My body begged for release, and when she offered me a gentle nod, I smiled.

“Your taste still flavors my lips,” I murmured. “And I could die happy, buried inside you. I love you, Emma Carter.”

Her eyes sparkled beneath a rush of tears. “I love you, Logan Blackwood, my mate, my alpha.”

Her words were a bellows for the fire I could no longer control. With a snarl, I managed to carefully position her on the leaves, pinning her down into the earth, knees nudging her legs apart.

“My turn,” I say, my voice cracking. Weak. How raw my own need was.

You, always you. Forever.I howled the confession across the bond between us.

Emma opened her legs wider without hesitation, reaching down to guide me back in, slicking me against her. “I thought you didn’t have enough stamina… I really should fall down more often…”

She giggled, and it was a beautiful melody that was both innocent and erotic, and I realized I wanted to hear her laugh more often. Every day, in fact. When Acheron’s threat was gone…

I shook the thought away. I wanted to give her what she’d given to me: relentless, unyielding passion.

“Logan, please,” she groaned, encouraging me.

So, I drove into her hard, hips slamming against hers with excruciating control. If I hadn’t known any better, I’d swear the ground trembled beneath us again, leaves flying, bark breaking. Emma’s cries echoed through the trees as I thrusted deeper, harder, teeth bared, hands everywhere.

I laid claim to her while gripping fistfulls of her hair, her ass.Emma. Emma.

Every movement was raw, animalistic, full of heat and possession. No words, just breath and motion and sound, a symphony of mutual need reverberating through the woods. Tofuck without restraint was a power all on its own. Especially with Emma.

Her body clenched around me as she whimpered, “I’m coming again.”

My hand fisted in her hair, and I bolted over the edge with her, her name wrenched from my lips, rough and desperate, as I spilled into her. Collapsing over her, we were both left shuddering as the cool breeze caressed our bare skin.

Catching my breath, a hopeless attempt, I rolled over and lay beside her, chest rising and falling like the wind through the trees, one hand still tangled in her hair.

She blinked up at the canopy of trees above us, mottled light blinking through the leaves. Her heart still raced, the sound loud in my own mind, and my thighs burned from this impromptu mating.

I’m not sure how much time passed as we laid there together, but when I find myself mindlessly reaching for her again, it wasn’t with the same urgency.

This time, it was gentle.

She murmurs, “I’m not sure I can again…”

But I knew she could. So, I lifted her toward me, spooning her from behind, her ass jutting backward into me. My hand slid down her body, slow and unhurried, appreciating the soft feel of her skin. I enter her from behind a sigh, both of us already so slick that I slide in without resistance.

My movements are slow, languid. I focused on the tender mewling sounds that escaped her lips, my hand cupping her breasts as if reaching for a lifeline.

We have today. We have now. No matter what comes next.

“I’ll come again,” I moan. Every ounce of domination faded as I begged her for more. “Back up into me like that… Yes… Fuck, Emma. Good girl…”

Her body responded to the praise, as if it restored her energy, and she was eager to please.God, could she be any more perfect?