Page 23 of Shift Happens
When we broke apart for air, his eyes had that amber glow that appeared when his emotions ran high. “Bedroom?” he suggested, slightly breathless.
“Too far,” I decided, pulling him back for another kiss.
He laughed against my lips, then made a small sound of surprise as I stood, lifting him with me. His legs wrapped around my waist instinctively, arms looping around my neck.
“Show-off,” he accused, though his scent spiked with arousal. “Human strength has its advantages.”
“So does wolf flexibility,” I countered, carrying him to his carefully constructed nest in the corner. “Which I intend to thoroughly appreciate.”
I lowered us both onto the cushioned area, Milo beneath me, his smaller form fitting perfectly against mine. We’d discovered early in our relationship that he loved the feeling of being covered by my larger body—the weight and presence a comfort to his wolf instincts that craved physical closeness.
Our kisses grew more heated, hands exploring with the familiarity of lovers who had learned each other’s bodies but still found excitement in every touch. Milo tugged impatiently at my shirt, and I sat back to pull it over my head before helping him remove his.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, hands tracing the contours of my chest and shoulders. “So strong.”
I leaned down to kiss along his collarbone, enjoying the small sounds he made. “And you’re perfect,” I replied against his skin. “Every inch of you.”
Our remaining clothes were discarded with increasing urgency, tossed aside until we were skin to skin, nothing between us but shared breath and mounting desire. Milo arched up against me, seeking friction, his hardness pressed against mine.
“Finn,” he gasped as I ground down deliberately. “Please. Want you.”
“How do you want me?” I asked, trailing kisses down his torso. “Like this? Or—”
“Inside me,” he interrupted, eyes dark with desire. “Need to feel you. All of you.”
Though we’d explored many aspects of physical intimacy over the past months, this particular act still held special significance for both of us. For Milo, it represented a uniquely human form of connection—wolves mated differently, he’d explained, with less variation but equal intensity. For me, it was the deepest form of connection, one I’d only ever shared with him.
“You’re sure?” I confirmed, reaching for the bottle of lubricant we’d thoughtfully stashed nearby during our den preparations.
His answer was to pull me down for a kiss that left no doubt about his certainty.
I prepared him slowly, carefully, watching his face for every reaction. His responses were beautifully uninhibited—gasps and moans and occasional growls that vibrated through his chest when I found particularly sensitive spots.
“I’m ready,” he insisted after several minutes, his body relaxed and open around my fingers. “Finn, please.”
I positioned myself between his legs, aligning our bodies. “Look at me,” I requested softly.
His eyes met mine, amber flecks glowing in the brown depths, as I pushed forward slowly. The sensation of entering him was always overwhelming—tight heat enveloping me inch by inch as his body accepted mine. His breath caught, lips parting on a silent gasp as I filled him completely.
“Okay?” I checked, holding still despite every instinct urging movement.
He nodded, hands gripping my shoulders. “Perfect. Just… give me a moment.”
I stayed motionless, pressing gentle kisses to his face, his neck, his shoulders—anywhere I could reach. When his body relaxed around me, he nodded again, more certain.
“Move now,” he whispered. “Please.”
I began with slow, measured thrusts, watching his face as pleasure replaced the initial intensity. His legs wrapped around my waist, changing the angle and drawing groans from both of us.
“More,” he urged, nails digging slightly into my back. “Harder.”
I complied, increasing my pace, driving deeper with each thrust. Milo met every movement, his body rising to meet mine, small sounds escaping him that grew increasingly primal.
“Mine,” he gasped, eyes glowing brighter now. “My mate.”
The possessive declaration sent heat coursing through me. “Yours,” I agreed, bending to nip at his neck in a gesture he’d taught me carried significance for wolves. “And you’re mine.”
His response was a growl that rumbled through his entire body, his inner muscles clenching around me in a way that nearly ended things too soon. I slowed briefly, trying to regain control, but Milo was having none of it.
