Page 17 of Claiming the Shifter's Heart

Kris reared up, bucking into her soft body harder and harder, until he roared her name. Hot jets of come filled her as he followed her into carnal bliss.

Having him come like that filled her with pleasure so intense, she clawed at his back like a wild thing with her sharp nails, needing him to anchor her.

Kristoff crushed her with his body, rocking his hips, drawing out every inch of their orgasms. He was in no hurry to roll off her and leave, as had been her prior experience.

Oh no. Not him.

Kristoff seemed to covet her. He made her feel special, worthy, delicious as he moaned and kissed her neck, her chin, her mouth, holding her tight as their bodies tried to come down from the high.

Della kissed him back, not wanting to break the connection just yet. This felt so good. So perfect.

She’d definitely enjoyed it. And she wanted to remember it that way for always. Her Crow cooed sadly, and Della hushed the animal inside her mind’s eye.

Building castles in the sky was dangerous, Della knew that better than most. This had been nice. But it was time to go.

Nice things don’t last forever.

Kris tightened his arms around her, his whole body rumbling steadily and somehow it soothed both woman and Crow. He’d flipped them over, hugging her tight to his body, and rubbed circles on her lower back.

Good mate,the Crow whispered.

Della didn’t even notice as she nodded off.

Chapter 11

Della’s eyes flew open suddenly, and she realized two things. She wasn’t home, and she wasn’t alone.

Oh shit.

The big man wrapped around her was sleeping soundly, smelling, and looking better than any man had the right to. She frowned, sliding out from under him as stealthily as she could.

Okay, so Della was butt ass naked, and had no car with her. But she couldn’t stay there. She had responsibilities, dammit! And damn him for making her forget them.

Okay. She was panicking. Freaking out, really. And maybe she was blaming him for something—what? She didn’t even know.

It was still dark out, though. The snow had stopped, and she had her phone. She grabbed it and sent a text to Samantha who replied immediately.

Della

Sorry, I got stuck.

Sam

Della, I hope that’s a euphemism for laid.

Della

OMG! Sam, I am not telling you that. Now, I need a ride.

Sam

Oh! Okay, want me to come get you?

Della

No! I am just gonna get a rideshare.

Sam

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