Page 44 of Drive me Wild (South Island Shifters)

She cries out my name. It’s divine to hear. Skin slaps skin as our pace increases. Pulling out, she whimpers, but then I roll her over before sliding between her legs once more. “I have to watch your face as you come.”

She laughs. “Weird kink to be into, but okay.”

“Not a kink thing, beautiful. You’re so gorgeous when you come.” Jerking my hips, she gasps as I impale her on my length, hard. She wraps her legs around my waist, hands dragging down my back where I’m damn sure I’ll have marks from her nails later. It doesn’t take long. Winter’s pussy vibrates and clenches down on my cock like a vice, and she’s thrashing beneath me.

She screams, arching her back as her orgasm takes over. Our connection must be getting stronger. It’s so intense even my cock can’t take much more. Pumping into her once, twice, three times more, I growl out, my cock thickens, and my seed shoots out of me like a volcano.

Looking down, I find Winter shaking beneath me. “You okay?” I ask, worried I’ve hurt her in some way.

“Yes, but I want to do that again. Like really want to do that again.”

I laugh. “Let me catch my breath, and I’m all yours.” Leaning down, I press my lips to hers, and she jerks her hips up, indicating she can’t wait for me to catch my breath. I pull out of her and remove the condom replacing it with another. I don’t get far when she pushes me back onto the bed, so I’m on my back. She climbs on top of me and slides her heat down my length slowly as if savouring this moment.

I don’t understand why her ex left her. This woman is a Goddess in bed. Sliding my hands onto her hips, I plan to make her feel sexy, and not just tonight, but every fucking night if she’ll let me.

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WINTER

I’m curled up in his sheets, against his naked body as Declan rolls towards me. “That was amazing,” he whispers, lacing our fingers together.

“Yes, it was,” I answer as I lean up on my elbow, “but I have to talk to you about a few things.”

“Then why don’t I get us each a glass of wine, and we can talk. How does that sound?”

“Best idea I’ve heard all night,” I reply, climbing off him. “Where’s the bathroom?”

He points to a door, and I make my way towards the room. Turning on the light, I’m greeted by a huge room. I know the houses on this estate are huge, but his has to be the biggest one. The shower is directly to my left against the wall. It’s long and a walk-in one with the mixer to turn it on at the opposite end to where the water comes out. Visions of sex in that shower captivate my attention while I take in the rest of the room. The toilet is on the other side of the shower. There is a sizeable square-shaped bathtub immediately in front of me, big enough for it to be a swimming pool considering my tiny stature, and the vanity is to my left. I love it. It’s like my dream bathroom.

I do my business and walk back out into the bedroom, where I find Declan in bed, holding two glasses of wine. “That bathroom is amazing. I think I could swim in the bath with my sizing.”

He chuckles. “You know, I’ve got it in there, but I’ve never used it.”

“You haven’t? What is wrong with you?” I ask.

He laughs. “I’ve never bothered. I put it in to complete the bathroom. Now, I have a reason to try a bath. You.”

I snuggle back into bed beside him, take the glass of wine he offers me, and enjoy a small sip. “I have to talk to you about something.” He gives me a concerned look. “It’s not bad, but I owe you an apology and an explanation for how I behaved over the last week. The truth is, I was running scared of everything I feel for you. Declan, I’ve told you I’d been hurt before. Shattered, really. My ex did something I never thought he would.”

“I can tell you’ve been hurt, and it was never my intention to hurt you. You need to tell me what happened so I can understand a little more about you.”

I nod. “Actually, I don’t want to talk about it. I don’t want to ruin such a perfect night.”

“Can I tell you something I know to be true about this mark?” I nod, a subtle feeling of excitement surging within me. “As you know, it’s called a mate’s mark. It’s meant for those who are truly destined to be together. It’s healing, protective and powerful. We will always be connected because of this mark. Eventually, I’ll be able to hear your thoughts and vice versa. You can shut me out, though. Same for me. I won’t hear what you don’t want me to. So, I guess, anything I want to keep as a surprise for you, you’ll never know. In doing all that, this mark is also a sign of our loyalty. I can never look at another woman romantically or sexually, just as you won’t be able to look at another man in that way ever again.”

I blink at him. “Seriously?”

He nods. “Seriously.”

“That gives me some comfort.”

He smiles. “Good. I’ll never hurt you, beautiful. All I want is to protect you and give you my love. Not that I’m saying I love you right now, that’s not it, as I know I have my work cut out for me. But I do hope that tonight is the first sign of those walls surrounding your heart collapsing for me.”

“Tonight is the start. You have to tell me your story too—all of it. I need to know who hurt you. Your walls are high too.”

He chuckles. “I do have a past, yes. And I will tell you because I don’t think it will ruin tonight, but it will make you understand the marking a little better. I thought my ex-girlfriend, Kara was my perfect mate. We spent two years together. She was a shifter wolf too. It was hoped we’d mate, but it didn’t happen.” He sounds so bitter over this, and I still can’t believe I’m his mate. “On paper, we were perfect until we weren’t.”

“What happened?”

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