Page 29 of Falling for My Shifter Boss

Adrian discards his clothes with an economy of motion that speaks of leashed power. He steps into the bath, settling behind me, and the space between us disappears. His legs cage mine, his chest a solid wall against my back. The water rises, spilling over the edge of the tub in a gentle rhythm that matches the pounding of my heart.

He reaches for a washcloth, wetting it before running it over my shoulders, my arms, my back. His touch is slow, reverent, claiming. Each stroke of the cloth is a brand, marking me as his. My skin pebbles under his attentions, goosebumps rising in the wake of his touch.

My wolf stirs within me, her instincts sharp and clear. She wants our mate, wants to be claimed and cherished by him. She urges me to turn, to face him, to claim what we both know is ours.

I turn in the water, facing Adrian fully. His gray eyes search mine, the depth of emotion there taking my breath away. "But you didn’t," I whisper, answering his earlier confession.

His hands slide to my waist beneath the water, gripping me possessively. "I’m done holding back, Maya. No more fighting this. No more pretending I can stay away."

His words wrap around me, a vow more binding than any promise. I see it in his eyes—the decision, the certainty, the raw, unshakable devotion. This is more than physical need; it's a connection that runs soul-deep, a bond forged by shared pain and mutual respect.

I lift a hand, tracing the hard line of his jaw. "I want this, Adrian. I want you."

The words hang between us, a declaration of my own. I'm choosing this, choosing him, with every fiber of my being. This isn't losing myself; it's finding something I didn't know I needed—a partner, a protector, a mate who sees all of me and wants me anyway.

Adrian's gaze darkens, his grip on my waist tightening. "Mine," he growls, the word a claim and a promise.

And then he's kissing me, his lips moving against mine with a desperation that speaks of all the moments we've wasted, all the words left unspoken. His hands tangle in my hair, holding me close as our tongues meet.

I melt into Adrian's kiss, my body pressing against his as the water sloshes around us. His hands are firm, possessive, as they slide down to cup my ass, pulling me closer. I can feel him hard against my stomach, and a thrill shoots through me at the size of him, at the promise of what's to come.

His lips trail down my neck, his teeth grazing my skin in a way that sends shivers down my spine. "You're mine, Maya. My mate," he growls against my collarbone, his voice a deep rumble that vibrates through me. "Every inch of you."

I gasp as his hands move up to cup my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples in a way that makes me arch into his touch. "Then take me," I challenge, my voice breathy with desire. "Claim me, Adrian."

His eyes flash with hunger at my words, and he captures my mouth in another searing kiss. His hands explore my body, sliding over my slick skin, teasing and tantalizing until I'm writhing against him, desperate for more.

I reach down between us, wrapping my hand around his length. He's thick and hard, pulsing with need, and the feel of him in my hand sends a surge of heat through me. I stroke him slowly, my thumb circling the sensitive tip, and he groans into my mouth, his hips jerking forward.

"Maya," he growls, his voice a warning and a plea all at once. "I need to be inside you. Now."

I guide him to my entrance, my legs wrapping around his waist as he presses against me. He's big, so big that I feel a moment of panic, but he senses it, his hand coming up to cup my face, his thumb brushing gently over my cheekbone.

"I've got you, Maya," he murmurs, his voice soft but firm. "I'll always have you."

And then he's pushing into me, inch by slow inch, giving me time to adjust to his size. I gasp at the sensation, the stretch and burn of him filling me completely. He pauses, his forehead resting against mine, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

"You feel so good," he groans, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "So perfect."

I rock my hips against him, urging him to move. "Don't hold back, Adrian," I whisper, my voice a plea. "I want all of you."

He growls, a sound that's more wolf than man, and then he's moving, thrusting into me with a force that steals my breath. Water splashes around us, sloshing over the edge of the tub as our bodies come together, again and again.

His teeth find my shoulder, biting down in a way that sends a shockwave of pleasure through me, but doesn’t break the skin. I cry out, my nails digging into his back, urging him on. He growls, his thrusts growing harder, more urgent.

I can feel my orgasm building, a coil of heat and pressure deep in my core. Adrian's hand slides between us, his fingers finding my clit, circling and teasing until I'm panting, desperate for release.

"Come for me, Maya," he growls, his voice a command. "Let me feel you come all over my cock."

His words push me over the edge, and I cry out, my body convulsing around him as waves of pleasure crash through me.

He groans, his thrusts growing erratic, and then he's coming too, his teeth sinking into my shoulder as he claims me, marks me, makes me his. As the waves of pleasure wash over us, I instinctively lean in and bite his shoulder, claiming him as mine in return.

We ride out our orgasms together, our bodies locked together. He holds me close, his breath coming in ragged gasps against my skin.

"Mine," he growls, his voice a possessive rumble. "You're mine, Maya. Forever."

I smile, my body still trembling with aftershocks. "Forever," I agree, my voice soft but sure.

---