Page 17 of Finding my Shifter Soulmate

"I love it." Another bite of chicken disappears into her mouth, her lips closing around the tines of the fork. "So, tell memore about your days as the Barong. What is it that you do all day when you aren't seducing tourists?"

I chuckle, but the question is serious. "I promise you. I don't make a habit out of sleeping with women I've just met. It's been a long time since I've been with any woman, actually. The Barong duties take most of my time."

She twirls her fork in the rice and nods. "Well, I guess that does make me feel a little better. So, what are your duties?"

"Mostly, I take care of the jungle. I check on the temples and the various areas of land to ensure that all is as it should be. I observe the villages and keep watch for any possible danger or turmoil, especially form a supernatural source." It's difficult to put into words, but I try, sipping my tea and then continuing. "My goal is to bring peace to the people of Bali. I want the animals to flourish and the land to be alive and fruitful. And I’m always ensuring that Rama and his followers don't come around and bring their chaos with them. That's just a part of it. I also protect the island and its people in a more general way, not just by being here to make sure nothing bad happens, but by taking steps to prevent anything bad from happening."

"I guess I just didn't realize that there was a personal vigilante protecting everyone. Do the locals know you're real?" she asks, her fork clinking on the plate.

"Some of the older ones do," I explain. "They've passed down their knowledge of me from their parents and grandparents. But for the younger generations, we're just a myth. A local legend. Like the bigfoots of Bali. But a few of the leaders know, especially the elders."

She finishes her tea, and I jump to pour her more from the ceramic pot on the table. "Wow. That's pretty amazing." The porcelain teacup clinks against the tabletop and the saucer follows, like delicate chimes.

"I want you to know I'm going to protect you, Sabrina, and not just because it's my sacred duty to do so. I want to protect you because I don't think I could bear it if something happened to you."

Her dark brows lift, and a crease marks her forehead. "Why?"

At first, I'm not sure how to answer. To me, the reason is blatant, evident, but to someone outside the order, it wouldn't make sense. How could she know how I feel? "Because you're precious to me, and that is enough," I tell her.

In the depths of those beautiful brown eyes, I see something shift. Maybe it's wariness, or understanding. It's something I haven't seen yet, something that is meant just for me. "Okay. I believe you." Sabrina reaches a hand across the table, and I meet her halfway, tangling our fingers together. I study our laced digits, perfectly woven together, like an elegant knot. I stroke the back of her hand with my thumb, and her hazel eyes darken.

Sabrina pushes her chair back and strides over to mine, seating herself on my lap. Though I'm surprised, it feels so natural to wrap an arm around her lower back. With my other hand, I lift her chin. Our kiss is slow and simmering, and I breathe in the blissful scent of her hair, losing myself in the touch and feeling of her lips. Sabrina trails her fingernails along the skin of my neck, and it's like heat and electricity poolingand mixing together and sparking through my veins, stoking the internal flames of passion I feel for her.

She's wearing one of my t-shirts and a pair of my shorts, and that, for some reason, makes everything even sexier. It's hot and tempting to see her in something of mine, a subtle sign of ownership that makes the Barong in me want to howl. Her warm, light scent curls around me, and it's exquisite torture when her tongue swipes over mine.

"You're so gorgeous, Sabrina," I murmur, looking at her lips. "Everything about you. Your personality, your intelligence... every single thing about you is beautiful. And it drives me crazy." With a last, rough kiss, I tangle a hand in her hair, tugging her head back, allowing my lips and tongue access to her throat. I trace her jaw with my tongue and then lick from her collarbone to her earlobe, biting it gently.

She squirms in my lap, making me painfully hard as the curve of her ass rubs over my length. The heat and friction teases me, forcing me to hold back a grunt. One of my hands finds its way under the fabric of the shirt, and I palm her breast, teasing her nipple with the pad of my thumb. Sabrina grinds down on my lap, a torturous stimulation that makes a tremor run down my spine.

Standing up in front of me, Sabrina tugs the shirt over her head, exposing her voluptuous breasts and creamy skin. My gaze lingers there, a rush of desire warming me from the inside. Heat grips me, and I find myself reaching for her, wanting to touch, to worship, to kiss and memorize every inch of this goddess who has dropped into my life. Then the shorts and panties join the shirt on the floor, and my eyes drink in every part of her beauty. Her body is impossibly gorgeous, made more so by her confidence and comfort in showing it.

"Come here," I whisper, one palm sliding down her sides until it lands on her outer thigh. The other fiddles with the waistband of my shorts, and with her help, I shove them down my hips, freeing my aching cock.

Sabrina locks eyes with me as she drops to her knees on the floor in front of my chair, in front of my erection, and wraps her fingers around it. She swipes her thumb across the bead of moisture leaking out the tip and then closes her fist around my girth.

Fisting her hair, I lean forward and coax her lips to meet mine, kissing her, a deep, filthy mating of tongues. She strokes the length of my shaft slowly, and she almost brings me to madness, and every tiny moan that slips past her lips vibrates against my own. The sight and feel of her soft, dainty fingers working my cock is ecstasy itself.

My head falls back and I let out a hiss when her mouth ducks down, tongue wet and warm as she licks around the sensitive head. She plants a sweet, teasing kiss on the tip and then swirls her tongue down the length of it. I open my eyes again when I feel her lips close around me, taking me into the wet heat of her mouth, making my core throb and ache.

"Fuck, that feels good," I grit out. My hips jerk involuntarily, like they can't help but try and sink deeper. It takes all of my willpower to restrain myself. She picks up speed, and I lose track of everything else but her. I can't remember ever being so enraptured by the touch of a partner.

Every muscle in my body is on the brink of falling apart, held together by a thread that's dangerously close to breaking. Sabrina's pretty brown eyes flick up to mine, watching for my reaction, taking in my responses. Her tongue flicks along theunderside of my cock one more time before she stands just long enough to straddle my lap.

I run the velvety soft skin of her inner thighs with my callused hands, and I can't stop from staring at the view in front of me. Gorgeous breasts with small, flushed peaks, the exposed pink flesh between her legs, her full hips spread open on my lap, tilted in a plea for more.

When she throws her head back, the need to mark her takes me in a vice-grip, and I have to clench my jaw shut to stop myself. Until she's ready, until she understands the implications, I won't do it. I won't take that choice away from her. Her hips drag over mine, and my rigid length slips between her folds, moving effortlessly in her slickness.

"Gede," she breathes, sounding undone and beautiful. The sound of my name from her mouth—and from that mouth in particular—tips me over the edge. This woman owns me, damn it, without even knowing it.

Sabrina's panting is the sexiest sound I've ever heard. Her eyes widen, hips hitching downward, making it apparent how much she wants me to fuck her. The tip of my cock nudges at her entrance, and the sensation that courses through me nearly bowls me over. We're made for each other, body and soul, fated to be together.

Then she slides down the length of my erection, impaling herself with it. The air is sucked from my lungs, and I'm unable to speak, unable to think of anything other than the intense, piercing pleasure wrapping itself around me, pulling me further into her. She takes all of me and lets out a gasp when I shift my angle, pushing up into her while she rolls her hips.

With every thrust, her body claims mine and mine claims hers. It's hot and tight and so ridiculously right, and I can hardly keep myself reigned in. I rub her swollen clit with my thumb, and she groans at the contact, grinding herself down into my touch. Sabrina wraps her hands in my shirt and pulls me in for another rough kiss. Our mouths collide, our lips and tongues tasting every bit of available skin, like neither of us can get enough of the other.

My hands wander up from the curves of her waist up to her throat and into her hair. She moans, and her whimpering drives me closer and closer to the breaking point. Her breasts bounce as she moves over me, riding me.

Sabrina's arousal clings to my skin—and the smell of her turns me on beyond explanation. Then she clenches around me, spilling over the edge with my name on her lips, and my body follows after, flooding her with heat and filling her up with every pulsing inch of my climax. When she leans forward and rests her head against my chest, both of us spent and satisfied, I can't stop myself from inhaling deeply, breathing in the combined scent of us lingering in the air.

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