Page 35 of Claiming the Shifter's Heart

“You taste so good, Sweet Girl. My very own Georgia peach,” he whispered and kissed his way down her body, paying attention to her swollen breasts and hard nipples.

“Where are you going?” she whined at the loss of his body atop hers.

Her whine stalled, turning into a gasp as he settled between her thighs, holding them wide open.

“Gonna have some of my cream, Baby. Now open up and give it to me,” he growled, then dove right in headfirst.

He ate her ferociously, just like the big bad wolf he was. And Della couldn’t get enough. She clutched at his shoulders and pulled him closer to her, chasing that slice of heaven only he could bring.

Her orgasm hit hard, and he raised his head. But she should have known Kris wasn’t going to cheat her out of anything. Oh no, he slid up her body, pushing his thick dick inside her with zero resistance at all.

Della’s eyes were wide open, and she watched their bodies become one. Kris’ eyes rolled back, a look of pure, perfect ecstasy—so fierce it was closer to anguish—crossed his handsome face as he slid deeper and deeper still.

“Fuck. S’good.”

He started to move, swirling, rolling his hips, keeping his thrusts shallow, so he put the perfect amount of pressure on her still throbbing clit. Oh, he milked her pleasure good. Kept it going until she was moaning and gasping, scratching at him like a wild thing.

Her back arched and a keening moan left her lips, and that was when he moved again. On his knees, Kris positioned her, taking one leg and draping it over his shoulder. He held her hips and drove into her, pounding away as he fucked her right into a third orgasm.

“Good girl. Your pussy loves my dick, doesn’t it? Gonna let me have it, aren’t you, Baby? Gonna let me fuck your tight little hole whenever I want,” he growled, flipping her onto her belly.

He climbed on top of her legs, keeping them between his. She gasped as she felt his hands pull her cheeks apart and moaned when he licked her there. Then she felt him place his cock at her entrance, still holding her legs close together as he pushed inside her pussy.

“You’re so fucking good, Della. So mine,” he growled, his finger teasing her ass while he pumped into her already contracting sheath.

“Kris! Oh God! So full,” she moaned, biting the pillow to stifle her grunts as he fucked her even harder in that position.

Her body shattered, exploding into a million pieces. Della reached behind her, claws scratching at his hips as she claimed him again, needing that connection.

She felt him opening her legs and sliding between them, covering her whole body with his as he filled her with come, then he sank his teeth into her shoulder, claiming her as his own, and driving her pleasure higher than ever before.

His roar echoed in her ears, and she couldn’t tell how much time had passed before he collapsed on top of her, his breathing just as rough as hers. She couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. Or even speak.

Della could hardly breathe for the tightness in her chest. It went white hot, burning for just a moment. She gasped, eyes wide as ethereal green and white lights circled the two of them.

Kristoff lifted his head, meeting her gaze. Surprise, adoration, and something else swam in his eyes as he lowered his head and kissed her softly. That was how she knew he’d felt it, too.

“I love you, mate.”

“I love you so fucking much, Della. And I vow to never ever give you a reason to doubt me, not for a single minute for the rest of our days. To love, protect, cherish, and honor you and our children always.”

“Mmm. And I vow to hold you to that, mate.”

Della smiled as he rolled to the side and brought her into the cradle of his embrace.

Mine.

Epilogue

Christmas Eve was a whirlwind of activity. Snow was expected to start at nightfall, and dinner was a big mishmash of southern and northern dishes, which required two emergency trips to the market.

But if asked, Kristoff would have told anyone and everyone that he enjoyed every single minute of it.

Since Della and the kids kind of missed their decorating of the tree party, they’d decided to hold it today and spent all morning baking edible ornaments. Most of which he and Sean ate.

She was forgiving though, his mate. She even let him lick the bowl after she put another batch of cookies in the oven.

Michael, Samantha, Maya, and Aunt Eileen invited them over, and they’d just finished eating when the kids all raced to the living room to watch some famous somebody read aloud from‘Twas the Night Before Christmas.

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