Page 37 of Claiming the Shifter's Heart

Tears dripped down Della’s beloved face, but she nodded, dropping to her knees and launching herself at him.

Good thing for Wolf reflexes.

He caught her easily, crushing her against him as he found her lips with his.

If there was a reason he was born, it was to do just that. To love this woman. To be there for her. To be a father to their children. To lift her up and watch her rise like the queen she was.

“You make me the happiest man alive,” he said, burying his nose against her throat.

“Good. Now lay down and let me show you how much I love you.”

“I can do that, Sweet Girl,” he said eyebrows raised as he did as he was told.

Watching his sweet mate strip slowly and helping her take off his clothes between kisses, nibbles, touches, and caresses was one of the sexiest damn things he’d ever experienced.

God, he loved her like this. Confident and beautiful, embracing her sexuality and trusting him to have her.

Della slid her wet slit over his cock, lifting as she took him in hand and placed him at her entrance. She sat down, taking him deep, and he growled, squeezing her plump cheeks and holding her just right.

“You’re so beautiful, mate.”

“You feel incredible,” she told him, tilting her head as he licked a trail from her earlobe to her fantastic tits.

Della was a goddess like this, working him over, rocking her hips, and stroking him just right. He gloried in her beauty, dazzled by the miracle that was his mate.

“Look at you, Baby. Fuck me, you’re so perfect.”

“Wanna come with you, Kris? Please,” she moaned.

Kristoff nodded, taking some control back, guiding her hips and thrusting up to meet her rolling sex.

Fire built inside him. An inferno of pleasure about to burst. Their eyes locked, sweat coated their skin and Kris nodded,kissing her hard and they pushed each other into beautiful oblivion.

After that there were slow, deep kisses, and feelings of their incredible matebond, that impossible connection pulsating through their veins.

Kris helped her tidy up, finding their clothes and tossing them in a hamper. He picked her up, princess style, and had the blanket he’d used to cover the gifts wrapped around both of them when he stopped suddenly on the stairs.

“What are you doing?” she whispered as he bent his head.

“Mistletoe,” he replied mischievously.

This kiss was different. It was slow and sexy and full of affection and adoration, and Della simply melted against him.

“Mommy? Are you kissing Santa Claus,” a tired sounding Sean asked from the top of the stairs.

Both adults laughed as they went to bring their boy back to bed. She smiled as she left him snoring softly and happily tucked in.

Kris was waiting in the hallway for her. His life had taken one helluva left turn, but he was glad for it, and so damn thankful. He watched her closely as she stepped into him.

“What is it, Sweet Girl?”

“I was just thinking, it took a long time to get here to this moment, and it wasn’t easy. But Kris?”

“Yeah?” he asked, concerned.

“It was worth it. All of it was worth it so I could be here with them,” she said nodding towards the kids’ room, “and with you, my mate,my love, right now.”

“Woman, you know you own me, right? You gave me everything. Made me a father. Accepted my claim. I love you so fucking much,” he growled.

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