Page 13 of Claiming the Shifter's Heart

Dear Lord, the man was hot.

A second later, he pulled into the parking lot behind one of the newer apartment buildings on the main strip near Ocean Drive.

“Wait for me,” he growled.

Stunned, she watched as Kris rounded the car, opened her door, and reached for her. He fused his mouth to hers, backing her up against the side of the truck and kissing the hell out of her.

His lips were hard and hungry. His searching tongue plundered her mouth, leaving no corner untouched as he licked into her with slow, deliberate strokes.

Snow fell all around them, and Della’s heart was beating so quickly, she thought it might rip right out of her chest. Needand desire rose inside like hot magma, all pent up and ready to explode.

“Are you still sure you want this, Sweet Girl?” he asked, and Della looked up at him with lust-glazed eyes.

This was already nothing like her prior experience with sex. It was so much better.

“Yes, I’m sure,” she said, jumping up and wrapping her legs around his waist, loving how easily he caught her. “Now, are you gonna take me to your apartment or what, Big Guy?”

“Fuck yes I am,” he growled, his voice barely even human.

“Good boy.”

Chapter 9

It’d been years since Kris had popped his cherry in the back of an old Ford, but three minutes inside an elevator making out with the most gorgeous woman he’d ever seen in his entire life, and he was that close to shooting off in his pants.

Fuck. Me.

Della panted and moaned into his mouth, pressing her hot little body against his.

“Hang on. Keys,” he grunted, patting his pockets while searching with one hand.

He felt her tiny ones go into his back pocket, squeezing his ass as she went. Kris loosed a long, slow growl. His cock was so hard, he figured his boxers had holes in them from all the freaking thumping and pulsing the thing was doing.

And was it doing it to the beat of Jingle Bells? What the actual fuck?

He scrubbed his hand over his face harder this time. But it was no good. He wanted Della to be his, officially speaking.

Mine. Mine. MINE.

His Wolf chanted like a prayer, the animal desperate to claim the little bird. Hell, he needed to rein in the beast. Kris couldn’t just bite her without asking.

He wouldn’t do that. Would never take her choice. Even though he’d never wanted anyone like this in his life, Kris knew she had to be with him every step of the way.

Oh, he planned on mating her. Was dying of love for her. Desperate to make her love him, too.

But first things first, get her addicted to his dick and maybe her heart would follow.

It was fucked up as far as plans went, but he was a carpenter, not a fucking philosopher. Besides, Shifters were physical creatures, and he knew this was going to be the best sex of both their lives.

The sound of jingling broke through his sex fogged brain, and he lifted his head from where he’d been licking and nibbling at her neck.

“Found ‘em,” she whispered, mischief dancing in her brown eyes as she wiggled the keys in her hand and her ass in his, asking without words to be let down.

He obliged, hands on her hips as she turned and unlocked his door. Fuck, she was so damn beautiful.

Once the door was closed and locked, Kris led the way to his bedroom. His chest rose and fell, his breathing heavy like his Wolf’s after a long, fierce chase.

And wasn’t this the same? Hadn’t he been pining for this woman for weeks now?

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