Page 19 of Falling for My Shifter Enemy

"You should be," he growls softly, but there's tenderness beneath the sound. His hands slide down to my waist, pulling me closer. "I'm going to claim you, mark you as mine. Once I do, there's no going back. The packs, the hunters, everything that's coming—we face it together."

Heat floods my cheeks, but I hold his gaze. "I don't want to go back," I tell him, my voice steady despite the trembling in my limbs. "I want to move forward—with you."

His eyes darken at my words, and the mate bond surges between us, hot and urgent. When he kisses me, it's different from before—no hesitation, no holding back. I melt into his embrace, my body molding against his hard planes and angles. His hands slide down to my hips, gripping me possessively as he deepens the kiss. I can taste his desperation, his need, and it sends a thrill of power through me—I'm the one making this Alpha lose control.

He walks me backwards until my knees hit the edge of the bed, and then he's lowering me onto the mattress, his body covering mine. I arch into him, craving more contact, more of his heat. He settles between my thighs, and I can feel his hardness pressing against me through our clothes.

"Tell me what you want," he growls against my lips, his voice rough with desire. "Tell me how you need me."

I shudder at his words, my mind a haze of lust. "I want you," I manage to gasp out. "I need you inside me. I need to feel you claim me."

He groans at my words, his hips rocking against mine. "Fuck, Chloé," he rasps. "You have no idea what you do to me."

His hands slide under my shirt, calloused palms skimming over my sensitive skin. I moan as his fingers find my breasts, teasing my nipples through the thin lace of my bra. Every touch sends electricity crackling through my veins, stoking the fire building in my core.

I tug at his shirt impatiently, desperate to feel his skin against mine. He obliges, sitting back just long enough to yank it over his head before descending on me again. His chest is a work of art—all sculpted muscle and smooth skin, with a dusting of hair trailing down to the waistband of his jeans.

I run my hands over his shoulders, reveling in the power coiled beneath my fingertips. He's so strong, so dominant, and yet here he is, trembling with need for me. The thought sends a rush of wetness between my thighs.

Theo seems to scent my arousal, his nostrils flaring as he inhales deeply. "You smell so fucking good," he groans, nuzzling into my neck. "I can't wait to taste you."

He kisses a trail of fire down my throat, his teeth grazing my pulse point. I tilt my head back, giving him better access as my fingers tangle in his hair. He laves the sensitive skin with his tongue before sucking hard, leaving a mark.

I cry out at the sharp sting of pleasure, my hips bucking up against his. He chuckles darkly, the sound vibrating against my skin. "I'm going to make you scream my name," he promises, his eyes glittering with wicked intent.

He sits back on his heels, his hands going to the button of my jeans. I lift my hips eagerly as he tugs them down my legs, taking my panties with them. The cool air against my heated flesh makes me shiver, my bare skin prickling with goosebumps.

Theo's gaze rakes over me hungrily, his eyes darkening with lust. "God, you're beautiful," he breathes. "I want to devour every inch of you."

He leans down, nuzzling my inner thigh. I shudder as his breath ghosts over my most sensitive area, my core clenching with anticipation. When his tongue finally makes contact, I nearly sob with relief.

He licks a slow, deliberate stripe up my slit, savoring my taste with a low groan. "Fuck, you're perfect," he murmurs against my flesh. "I could feast on you for hours."

I whimper as he circles my clit with the tip of his tongue, the pleasure building with each pass. My hands fist in the sheets as he increases the pressure, sucking the sensitive bud into his mouth.

"Oh god, Theo," I gasp, my hips rocking against his face. "Don't stop, please don't stop."

He chuckles, the vibrations sending shockwaves through me. Two fingers delve into my soaked entrance, curling against that spot that makes me see stars. I nearly scream as he pumps them in and out, his tongue never leaving my clit.

The tension coils tighter and tighter in my core, winding me tighter than a bowstring. I'm so close, teetering on the edge of oblivion. Theo must sense it, because he doubles his efforts, fucking me harder with his fingers while flicking my clit with his tongue.

"That's it, baby," he croons, his voice muffled against my flesh. "Let go for me. I've got you."

And with a final, hard suck on my clit, I shatter. White-hot ecstasy crashes over me, my inner walls clamping downon Theo's fingers as I cry out his name. Wave after wave of pleasure washes through me, leaving me limp and boneless in the aftermath.

Theo gentles his touch, easing me down from my high with soft laps of his tongue. When I finally come back to myself, he's kneeling between my thighs, his chest heaving and his eyes blazing with lust.

"You're mine now," he growls, his voice rough with possession. "Forever."

He reaches for his belt, undoing it with deft fingers. I watch, transfixed, as he shoves his jeans and boxers down his hips, freeing his hard, thick length. It juts out proudly from a nest of dark curls, the tip already weeping with precum.

I lick my lips at the sight, my core clenching with renewed desire. Theo's eyes follow the movement, his pupils blown wide with need. "I'm going to fuck you now," he rasps, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "I'm going to claim you as my mate."

"Yes," I breathe, spreading my legs wider in invitation. "Please, Theo. Make me yours."

He settles between my thighs, the head of his cock nudging against my entrance. I tense, bracing myself for the intrusion, but he pauses, his forehead resting against mine.

"Are you sure about this?" he asks, his voice soft despite the urgency thrumming through him. "Once we do this, there's no going back. You'll be mine, fully and completely."

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