Page 28 of Falling for My Shifter Guardian

“Do you want this?” I ask, my voice low and weighted with emotion as I search her eyes. “Do you wantme? Do you want to be my mate, officially?”

Her lips part in a silent breath before she nods, a soft, “Yes,” slipping from her mouth. The simplicity of her answer sets my pulse racing, and I can feel the mate bond stirring between us already, pulling us closer, stronger than ever.

“You know what this means,” I murmur, brushing a strand of hair from her face. My thumb lingers against her cheek as her breath hitches. “It means I’ll take you as mine… mark you as mine. I’ll bite you.” My words come out husky, filled with the weight of centuries of instinct. Yet, her cheeks deepen into a richer pink, and her lips curve slightly, like she likes the thought of it—like she relishes the idea of belonging to me as deeply as I already belong to her.

“I want it,” she whispers, her voice unwavering, but I catch the flicker of worry in her gaze. “But… are you sure about your injuries? Last night, you—”

I silence her with a gentle kiss, pouring everything I feel into the press of my lips against hers. When I pull back, my voice is thick with conviction. “The pain of not having you is worse than anything else, Olivia. I can endure anything, as long as I have you.”

Before she can protest further, I gently pull her onto the bed with me, my larger frame enveloping hers. A low growl escapes my throat as the mate bond flares to life between us, a tangible force that pulses with each beat of our hearts. She fits perfectly in my arms, her curves melding to my body as if she were made for me. And she was. She is mine, and I am hers.

Our kiss reignites, deeper and more passionate than before. I can feel her surrender, her body melting into mine as I explore every inch of her with my mouth and hands. She tastes like heaven, her scent driving me wild, awakening the primal instincts of my wolf. But I hold back, determined to bring her pleasure before claiming her as my own.

“You’re so beautiful,” I murmur against her skin, trailing kisses down her neck, her collarbone, lingering at the swell of her breasts. She arches into my touch, a soft moan escaping her lips as I unbutton her shirt, revealing more of her to my hungry gaze.

I take my time undressing her, worshipping each inch of her skin as it’s exposed. She watches me with wide eyes, her breath coming in shallow gasps as I kiss every curve, every line of her body. When I reach her toes, I can feel her trembling, her body coiled tight with anticipation.

Slowly, I make my way back up her legs, my hands trailing lightly against her soft skin. She shivers as I kiss the inside of her thighs, her hips lifting slightly off the bed as she seeks more. I can smell her arousal, the sweet scent of her desire filling the air, and it takes every ounce of my control not to take her right then.

But I want to taste her first. I want to feel her fall apart under my touch, my tongue. I want to bring her to the edge and push her over, again and again.

When I reach her core, she lets out a soft cry, her fingers gripping the sheets tightly. I explore her with my tongue, learning her body, her responses. She’s hot and wet and tastes like pure sensation, and I can’t get enough. I tease her, bringing her close to the edge before backing off, only to start again.

“Derek, please,” she begs, her voice hoarse with need. “Please, I can’t—”

I don’t make her wait any longer. I focus on her sensitive nub, my tongue lashing against it as I slide a finger inside her, curling it gently. She comes apart instantly, her body convulsing as she cries out my name. I don’t stop; I keep tasting her, keep touching her, prolonging her pleasure until she’s cresting again, her second orgasm ripping through her with such force that her whole body shakes.

Only then do I slow down, easing her through the aftershocks with gentle touches and soft kisses. I look up at her, taking in her flushed cheeks, her glazed eyes, the smile tugging at her lips. She looks thoroughly pleasured, thoroughly mine.

“That was...” she trails off, her voice breathy. “I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

I smile, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh. “Good,” I growl softly. “Because that was just the beginning, Olivia. I promise you, there’s so much more to come.”

And as I make my way back up her body, my wolf growls, ready to finally claim our mate in every way possible.

I reach down to remove my boxers, my erection straining painfully against the fabric. My cock feels like it's about to burst, the anticipation of finally being with Olivia nearly driving me over the edge. I'm so hard it hurts, every nerve ending in my body screaming for release.

But Olivia has other plans. She pushes me gently, her hands firm against my chest, and I find myself laying on my back, her body poised above mine. Her eyes are filled with a mixture of desire and determination, and I know better than to argue with the woman who's about to become my mate.

"I want to taste you too, Derek," she says, her voice a sultry whisper that sends a jolt of electricity straight to my groin.

I nod, my voice hoarse with need. "Do anything you want to me, Olivia. I'm yours."

She kisses her way down my chest, her lips soft and teasing, each kiss a spark that ignites the fire within me. I watch her, my hands fisting the sheets as she moves lower, her tongue tracing the line of hair that leads to where I want her most.

When she reaches my cock, her fingers wrap around the base, and I nearly lift off the bed. The feel of her mouth on me is indescribable—her warm, wet tongue swirling around the tip, her lips sliding down my shaft, taking me deeper with each stroke.

I can't hold back the growls of pleasure that escape my throat, the primal sounds filling the room as she sucks and licks me with an enthusiasm that's both maddening and thrilling. I'm losing myself in the sensation, the world narrowing to the point where her mouth meets my skin.

But I can't let this be the end. I need to be inside her, to feel her tight walls around me. I reach down, pulling her up to straddle me, my cock slipping free from the sweet confines of her mouth with a wet pop.

"Ride me, Olivia," I command, my voice a gravelly whisper.

She positions herself above me, her hand guiding me to her entrance. I watch, transfixed, as she slowly lowers herself onto my cock. She's so tight, so wet, that it takes all my self-control not to thrust up into her.

She looks so beautiful in this moment, with her hair falling forward in a cascade of waves that frame her flushed face. Her lush body is a vision of desire, curves highlighted by the soft light, every movement an expression of sensual grace.

Her breath hitches as she takes me fully, her eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and pleasure. I can feel her stretching to accommodate me, her inner walls clutching me like a velvet fist.

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