Page 12 of Claiming the Shifter's Heart

“Kris?”

“Yeah,” he murmured his head bending slowly, close, and closer to hers.

“I-I think we should get out of here.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, jaw tight.

His body heated, and he thought he imagined it, but he swore he saw carnal lust glowing in her eyes.

Kris’ whole chest vibrated with his Wolf’s growl, the creature making itself known. The seconds ticked by, but finally, she answered, and what she said made his beast howl.

“I’m sure, Kris. I don’t want to go home yet. I want to leave. With you.”

Kris paused then, wondering what he should do first. He couldn’t believe it. The woman of his dreams asked him to take her home. And it was everything he’d wanted.

But while he was processing, his sweet little Peaches was doubting. Della bit her lip, looking worried, and he knew he had to say something. But he was frozen.

Kris didn’t want to fuck this up. His whole life was at stake,

“Look, I’m sorry if I misread—” Della began, and he could not let her finish that sentence.

“No, Sweet Girl, you haven’t misread a damn thing. I want you so damn much, I can’t even tell if you’re real sometimes or if I just wished you into existence,” he growled, capturing her lips in a hard kiss.

Then he pounced.

Chapter 8

All night Della had been toying with the idea of asking Kristoff to take her home with him, stripping to her skin, and seducing the unsuspecting man.

And why not?

She’d never done anything like that.

Well, not the sex part. Obviously, Della was not a virgin. But she’d also never tried to entice a man into bed. And suddenly, she wanted to try.

With him.

Her inner Crow cooed and clicked, all abuzz with yearning for this strangely quiet and powerful Wolf. Oh, she felt his strength, but her animal didn’t fear it.

No, her inner Bird seemed to crave it. Odd considering she’d spent years trying to hide from the callous men of her former Murder.

But here she was. Shivering with awareness and need. Her sex clenched on air, and moisture gathered between her thighs, She licked her lips, breathing in the scent of his earthy musk.

Della was surprised she wasn’t more nervous. After all, Kristoff had a body like a warrior, and she was twice over amom and very obviously so. Her belly was soft, lined with stretch marks her Shifter healing couldn’t get rid of. Her nipples were larger, the breasts they tipped heavier than they used to be.

But even with her jiggly thighs and plump butt, she wanted to take her clothes off for him. She was dying to let him see her in that barely there negligee.

Still, she had no idea he’d pick her up and toss her over his shoulder the second she whispered in his ear, alluding to all that. But he had. And she was so turned on, she could scent her own desire dancing on air inside his super nice SUV.

Della bit her lower lip, excitement racing in her veins as he sped down some little back road she’d never even seen, like a bat out of hell.

“Um, Kris?”

“Yeah?”

“Maybe you should slow down,” she squeaked when he took a turn onto a snow-covered street, making the whole dang SUV swerve on the icy road.

“What? Oh! Sorry,” he growled, eyes bright with his beast.

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