Page 20 of Cherished By Her Guardian

She leaned back and grasped the dress in both hands, lifting it over her head and dropping it to the floor. She’d never gone out in public without anything on under her clothes. It had been a sexy secret, driving her arousal up throughout the evening.

And now here she was, fully naked, feeling more free and bold than she ever had before.

She found the buttons of his shirt and undid them swiftly, pushing the fabric aside to reveal the soft, smooth skin of his abdomen and chest. He was deliciously muscular, with the faintest bit of dark hair from his navel down into his pants.

She stroked her thumb up that hair and he shuddered.

Leaning forward, she let her breasts rub against his chest as they kissed, dancing their tongues together like they’d kissed for a thousand lifetimes already when it hadn’t even been a full day yet.

He cupped her face and traced her jaw with his thumbs while he kissed her senseless, and then he slipped his hands down her shoulders, along the sides of her body, until he spread his hands over her bottom and tugged gently.

She pulled from the kiss, gasping for breath and followed his lead as he pressed her forward. She walked on her knees up his body until her pussy was over his face, his eyes glowing amber with his beast and his hands locked against her thighs.

“You’re a fucking dream, Winterlyn.” His voice low and growly.

“Make me come, Declan, make me yours.”

He snarled and pulled her to his mouth. His tongue swept up her pussy, circling her clit and making a path of heat that drove her wild. He growled every time he pushed his tongue into her and the vibrations made her shiver and her stomach clench as need filled her. She laid her hand over his on her hip and closed her eyes as he flicked her clit and slid a finger into her heat.

Her thighs trembled as he fingered her, rubbing her walls and stroking her just right as his tongue flicked swiftly over her clit. When he growled again, his tongue hit just the right spot and she tumbled over the edge.

She cried out his name and fell forward, catching herself on the mattress as he licked and sucked her to the pinnacle of pleasure.

She felt him move, felt the loss of his heat from underneath her, but then he was behind her, and the only thing she could hear over the roar of blood in her head and her panting breaths was the lowering of his zipper.

He fit the head of his cock against her center and thrust in hard and deep, driving the breath from her lungs and making her vision blur as another wave of pleasure hit her. She gripped the bed, her knuckles turning white to hold her in place as he pulled from her and then thrust in again, pounding hard into her over and over. His hands were tight on her hips, her body helpless to do anything but take what he gave her, and he fucking gave it to hergood.

Her brain was foggy, her body spiraling from one great height to the next, and her fox blissed out from knowing they were with their mate.

“Fuck, Winterlyn.”

His hands were brutally hard on her hips, his body slamming against hers over and over.

Then he howled and she felt him come inside her, their bodies wed tightly as he snarled through his release.

He grasped her shoulder and pulled her up, sinking his fangs into her neck. His fingers hit her clit and strummed it, a tidal wave building inside her so fast she thought she’d pass out when it hit her.

Pleasure, hot and heavy, and wonderfully freeing, filled her once more.

She let out a cry of completion, her voice cracking and tears leaking from her closed eyes.

He gently licked the mark he’d made, sealing them forever as mates.

Her body hummed with the knowledge that they were mated now. He was hers and she was his.

“You’ve slayed me, sweet Winterlyn,” he said. “I’m yours to the very center of my being, forever.”

He turned them to the bed and she curled against his side, resting her head on his chest to listen to the thrum of his heart and the contented hum from his wolf.

“You’re mine too.”

Declan woke and reached for Winterlyn, but the bed was cold beside him. He sat up and turned to get out of bed and look for her when he saw her standing at the window wrapped in a blanket, staring out at the Northern Lights.

He slipped from the bed and joined her at the window, resting his chin gently on her head and wrapping his arms around her.

“It’s so beautiful,” she whispered. “I had no idea. I’ve only ever seen pictures.”

He was so used to seeing the sights as he made his rounds for patrol that he didn’t even notice them anymore. But now, with the awe in her voice and the way she was mesmerized by the wavering lights in the sky, he found them beautiful too.

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