Page 67 of Shifters Unifying

“So close… so fucking close,” I whispered through gritted teeth, panting, trembling. My heartbeat thundered in my ears, and my chest heaved.

“That’s it. Be a good girl and let me in.” His praise slid over my skin, an audible aphrodisiac, melting all logical thought. My toes curled. His groan vibrated my thighs, and I clenched my legs around him, rocking back and forth.

Over and over…

Again and again…

My scream shattered the silence of the tiny home and the woods around as I hurtled up and over the peak. The earth shook beneath us, and the cabin trembled.

Spent, I collapsed against the countertop, panting, chest heaving. I relished the cold of the tile as it cooled the heat in my skin. My useless limbs slid from his shoulders. Standing up or climbing off the kitchen counter were out of the question.

“Come on,” Logan whispered. He pulled on my legs, helped me sit up, and coaxed me into his arms. Then he carried me to the small table in front of the bank of open windows, the place where I’d taken my lonely dinner. Gently, he eased me onto my back and swiped his arm across the surface, sending the feline sex book flying.

Smirking, he stroked the wetness dripping down my thighs.

“Don’t look so pleased with yourself,” I rasped.

“I did well.”

“So, you did.”You’re the best I’ve ever had, and each time blows my fucking mind.

Chuckling, his fingers worked back toward my center, and he groaned at the sound of light sound of splashing. “Emma, do you know what you do to me?”

“If it’s half as much as what you do to me, it’s a good thing… a very good thing.”

His blue eyes turned smokey with desire, and he leaned over me, dropping his mouth to my breast, and I writhed around him. Fisting my hands in his hair, I pulled him to me harder and arched into him. With a howl, he leapt onto the table beside me.

“Do you think the table will support us both?” I rasped, barely able to hang onto a sensible thought, my voice faltering by the end.

His expression remained tight with control. “We’re about to find out. We’ll just have to save the bed breaking for another time.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Too far,” he muttered.

“It’s a tiny home, it’s only?—”

“Still too far.” Instead of dragging me into the bedroom, he straddled me on the table, gripped himself, and pressed his tip to my core.

Squeezing my eyes closed, I took a breath and held it, anticipating the pleasure from what we both wanted.

“Look at me,” he repeated out loud, his voice harsh.Emma, look at me.

I bit my bottom lip, hesitating, suddenly uncertain of what I might see in his eyes.

Emma, please.Anguish reverberated through our bond.

At that, I opened, keeping my gaze low, working up his body as I worked up courage to stare into the depths of his soul. Whenmy gaze met his, passion exploded in my mind—his passion, his fervor, his love. His eyes glowed bright blue.

A burst of wind whistled through the window screens, and I howled as magic swirled around us, filling us and amplifying every sensation. My eyes rolled back in my head.

“No,” he barked.Keep looking at me. I want you to see you through my eyes.

I forced them open. Surely, they were glowing green the way his were lit in icy blue. In his pupils, I could almost make out the feral side of him, the shadowy shape of his wolf form.Unfettered. Untamed. Wild.

An image of me, on the table beneath him, appeared in my mind, and all his feelings came flooding in the moment after. I was…

Everything…